Chapter 311 Strange Power Confuses the Gods, Using Yang to Replenish Yin

It's dusk.

Just after Yu Chen returned to the Tomb of No Return, a turmoil broke out in the entire Qi refining circle in the capital.

The source of all the turmoil is not elsewhere, but on Mount Gusu, dozens of kilometers away from Tianyuan Taoist Temple.

As the largest Qi alchemist ghost market in the entire Beijing Qi refining circle, no matter whether it is Qi alchemists from various Taoist temples or casual cultivators who wander around the world, everyone knows the name of Mount Gusu.

Behind Gusu Mountain is the support of Tianyuan Taoist Temple. Although Tianyuan Taoist Temple has never officially acknowledged it, it has long been a secret known to everyone.

And on this day.

In the Neifang of Gusu Mountain Ghost Market, that fat piece of meat with ridiculously high profits suddenly disappeared.

When the news spread from the mouths of the Qi Refiners stationed in Gusu Mountain, most of the Qi Refiners did not believe it.

——Gusu Mountain is endorsed by Tianyuan Taoist Temple, who can shake it?

Unless the imperial court in the capital launches a major war, the entire Qi refining circle and Tianyuan Taoist Temple will be the same!

Until late at night, a ban was issued from Tianyuan Taoist Temple, and all ghost market inner sanctuaries in the entire Qi refining circle in the capital were closed within three days.

Those "commodities" that go against the laws of nature and human ethics will all be removed and will not appear in the ghost market in the future.

As soon as this ban came out, everyone only realized it later.

Then he just became stupid.

I don’t understand why Tianyuan Taoist Temple suddenly did something like this.

yes!

It is true that those things in the inner workshop cannot be seen in the light, but they have been in peace for hundreds of years, so why should they be banned?

Why is Tianyuan Taoist Temple so crazy? Cut off your own money?

Just when everyone was shocked, confused, and at a loss, some news came from Mount Gusu.

There are not many words, but without exception, everyone who hears it takes a breath!

——Ancestor Tianyuan, defeated.

Although I don't know who lost to it and what the specific battle process was, in the afternoon, countless Qi practitioners saw that the huge immortal divine fetus of the Yuan Ancestor was destroyed that day, and then there was this news. News of Neifang closing.

Such a coincidence, I can guess what happened in a flash.

That night, countless Qi practitioners stayed awake all night.

Especially those guys who make money from these gray transactions, their teeth are broken!

Driven by the desire for profit, it is certainly impossible for them to give up on these transactions.

Tianyuan Taoist Temple quits?

good!

Let's set up a stage and do it ourselves!

Overnight, while the ghost market in Tianyuan Taoist Temple was closed, countless more secretive markets sprang up.

But it is obvious that they underestimated Tianyuan Taoist Temple's determination to ban, and also underestimated Tianyuan Ancestor's desire to survive.

——Starting from the next day, Tianyuan Taoist Temple will vigorously raid these underworld businesses. Once caught, they will die without rebirth!

There is even a large Taoist temple that started practicing the evil classics by relying on underworld things such as zombies. Now, under the ban of Tianyuan Taoist temple, it is still going its own way.

Then, Patriarch Tianyuan came in person and leveled the entire mountain of the Taoist temple with one hand.

Thousands and hundreds of people were buried here.

Kill the chicken to scare the monkey!

Since then, everyone in the Qi refining circle in the capital has just understood that this time the ban on Tianyuan Taoist Temple is not a joke!

For a time, those underworld transactions and gray businesses were greatly reduced.

But those are all things for later, and they have little to do with Yu Chen.

At night, I don't go back to the mausoleum.

While he was opening the file on the list given by Tian Yuan Taoist Temple, his paper bird that had been in the capital flew back and brought back information.

——The Minister of Industry has returned from the palace.

At the same time, he opened the list.

It clearly records the sellers and buyers of every item in the auction.

In the list, there are portraits corresponding to the "goods" they sell, as well as quotations and various information.

The seller of the girl in the box made of Huang Yanshu's head is a young man with a sinister look on his face.

When he registered at Mirage, his identity was that of a casual cultivator in Zhuque City, the capital city.

But Yu Chen could guess that this was probably a fake identity.

Originally, he planned to use various means to find this person and follow the clues.

But Cao Yu'an, the minister of the Ministry of Industry who had last contacted Huang Yanshu, had returned, so there was no need to be so troublesome.

After tidying up, Yu Chen put away the list, stood up, said hello to Shitou, Yu Xiaoyu and Xiuluo, and went down the mountain.

Shitou was fine. He had long been used to Yu Chen leaving late and returning early, so there was no problem.

However, at this time on weekdays, Yu Youyu, a witch, would usually go along with her, but at this time, she seemed to be focused on teaching Xiuluo, and it was rare that she did not act as Yu Chen's little tail.

The night is dark.

On the No Return Tomb, someone came down the mountain.

Weiyang Capital is still prosperous, and Luoshui is full of lights and excitement.

Yu Chen did not stay and crossed Luoshui, where there were many flower boats, and came to the inner city.

Using a blinding technique, he easily bypassed the army's patrols and blockades and headed towards the Minister's Mansion of the Ministry of Industry.

Along the way, he recalled the information about the Minister of the Ministry of Industry in the revolving lantern of the old man of Literary Saint.

The minister of the Ministry of Industry, whose surname was Cao and whose given name was Yu'an, was ranked second in the ninety-eighth year of Emperor Xiyuan's reign, which was the last year of the late emperor's reign.

After high school, he entered the official career and worked in the Water Transport and Shipping Department of the Ministry of Industry. He rose through the ranks and eventually became the minister.

In the battle for the right to inherit the throne, there was no obvious position. Like most officials, they waited and wavered.

All in all, among the princes in the court, he is the kind of official who has no characteristics.

——It is this kind of people who live the longest.

There are two reasons why the literary saint remembers him.

First, this person had studied at Jixia College.

Second, it is said that this person’s mother asked him for a literary kit before the imperial examination. From then on, he has always believed that his high school education was the result of the kit. He is quite convinced in the superstitious theory of Feng Shui and luck.

Because of this, he was criticized more than once by the Prime Minister of Song Dynasty, saying that as an official of the imperial court, he still engaged in those strange powers and chaos.

It was during Prime Minister Song's chat that the old man Wen Sheng found out about this.

Thinking about it in his mind, in the blink of an eye, Yu Chen had arrived at the door of the Minister's Mansion of the Ministry of Industry.

This is a featureless mansion, not much different from other officials' mansions.

If I have to mention it, there are two red lanterns hanging at the door, which means gathering the sun in Feng Shui theory.

Yu Chen took a step forward, his figure disappeared, and in a blink of an eye he crossed the high vermilion wall and came to the courtyard.

——At that moment, he even thought that he was in the wrong place.

The Cao family's mansion looks ordinary from the outside, but inside it is covered with various charms and shrines, and the yard is filled with the smell of fragrant wax.

And the daughters of the servants and maids passing by were not wearing ordinary clothes, but fiery red special clothes, which were also painted with various incantations that Yu Chen could not understand.

——You want to say that this place is not a mansion of a minister but an incense temple dedicated to gods and Buddhas. Yu Chen believes it.

It seems that the old man, Literary Saint, is still conservative about Cao Yuan's superstition of Feng Shui.

——This is not just superstition, it is almost an obsession.

While sighing, I took a leisurely stroll.

He casually grabbed a guard with a big painted face, rang the soul bell, and the other party stupidly informed Cao Yuan's whereabouts.

According to what he said, Lord Shangshu, who just came back at this moment, is probably in the study!

Yu Chen didn't do any ink and went directly.

Look at the mansion sticking out, and there is a brightly lit room in it.

In the study room, Cao Yuan was working at his desk, with a huge drawing on the table.

Beside him, an old man who looked like a housekeeper in his fifties stood with his hands hanging down. Although he was not young, he had a strong aura surrounding him. At first glance, he was not a simple character.

And at the cuffs of his sleeves, there was a faint glint of golden light.

After looking at the drawing for a long time, Cao Yuan finally looked away, exhaled a long breath, and asked: "How well have you handled Huang Yue's affairs these days when I have been in the palace to meet the emperor?"

The old man who looked like a housekeeper nodded, "Don't worry, sir. The old servant personally sent him home and arranged for someone to take the blame. Now that the case has been decided, you will never be involved."

"That's good."

Cao Yuan nodded: "Now is a special period, the current situation is turbulent, but you can't be careless at all. If someone gets caught, it will become a sharp knife that cuts off the head at any time."

After a pause, he muttered to himself: "The same goes for Huang Yue. He could have lived his life peacefully, but he insisted on taking care of Huang Yanshu's life and death, and lost his life in vain. I have not been kind to him these years. ”

"Yes, you are right." The old man who looked like a butler agreed.

Immediately afterwards, Cao Yu'an stood up, walked out of a cabinet, and looked at the girl in the box made of Huang Yanshu's head. He looked at it and said to himself:

"Thanks to you over the years, you have supplemented yin with yang, brought order to chaos, and combined yin and yang, so that I can be in the position I am today.

But it's a coincidence that even if I failed to keep it well and you were stolen by a young person, fate would bring you back to me.

The master was right when he said it. I was born in a yin year, a yin month, a yin hour, a yin day, and only by finding you, a yang year, a yang month, a yang day, a yang hour, can I achieve success and have a worry-free life.

From this point of view, your teacher is really a noble person to me. Not only did he save my life in the first place, but he also sent you to me many years later to harmonize with my yin and yang to bring order to the chaos.

Heavenly destiny, really... wonderful! "

The old servant listened and said nothing.

Obviously, he has become accustomed to his master's appearance.

Just listen to Cao Yuan continue: "From now on, let us continue to stay together, the yin and yang complement each other, I wish I will get to the next level!"

While speaking, he gently pressed the switch of the woman in the box.

Squeak.

The door opened, and a beautiful human head was revealed in front of Cao Yuan. Under the influence of the female spell in the box, the beautiful head showed a stiff smile.

Cao Yuan kissed her without any scruples, and after taking a deep breath, he exhaled a long breath, as if he was intoxicated.