Chapter 27: Weird Dharma Assembly

This time, Qin Jiang didn't bring Black Water; if he did, the characteristics would be too obvious.

However, just in case, he still brought a few smoke bombs and fire thunders.

Walking in the night, his figure remained hidden in the shadows of the houses.

A moment later, he arrived at a corner of the Li Mansion wall and took out a map from his bosom.

This was something he had bought from a person who delivered vegetables to the Li Mansion while hiding his identity some time ago.

After comparing it with the map to determine the location, he exerted force under his feet, and the moment his palm touched the wall, he burst out with strength, his body sliding directly over the wall and falling into the Li Mansion, the whole process taking no more than two seconds.

Landing on the ground, he crouched down; this was behind a warehouse, overgrown with weeds.

And the place he wanted to go was the courtyard Li Songzheng specifically prepared for worshipping the Huangtian Shenmu, located inside the Li Mansion, which required passing through several villas from here.

Mobilizing internal Qi, controlling the activity level of his body, lowering his own Qi sensation, and then poking his head out from the edge of the house.

What came into view was a small courtyard overgrown with weeds, the courtyard gate was tightly closed, and many firewood and haystacks were piled up. The room beside him also looked very old, and the eaves were covered with spider webs.

Relaxing slightly, he walked to the gate of the small courtyard, and a wisp of cold wind blew into the small courtyard through the gap in the door.

Looking outside through the gap in the wooden door, an iron rod was placed horizontally outside the door, clearly locked.

Observing outside close to the gap, three servants were patrolling with torches, each with a long saber at their waist.

Clearly, these people all had some martial arts skills.

After waiting for a while, the patrol team walked toward this side, and Qin Jiang retreated behind a haystack.

*Click! * The sound of the door lock moving was very crisp in the night, and the three walked into the courtyard, not closing the door, and walked straight to the room to sit down.

Each took out a pipe to light it and started chatting.

"Hey, did you guys go to that courtyard to see? I don't know which evil spirit the master has caught, but worshipping back and forth hasn't seen any changes."

One of them had just finished complaining when he was covered by another. "Are you drunk?! If the master hears this, be careful about having your legs broken!"

"Mmph mmph~" The servant who was covered nodded repeatedly.

"~Inhale~ I just said it smoothly, besides, it's just us brothers in the middle of the night, the master can't know."

"Alright Lao Liu, don't talk nonsense." The leading servant waved his hand and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"You guys probably don't know, but I've seen it with my own eyes."

"Old Wangtou? Old Wangtou? You remember him, right?" Lao Liu asked.

"Old Wangtou? Didn't he break his leg a few days ago and get sent back to the countryside?" Lao Liu asked.

Li Ge raised his chin, smiling with a bit of pride. "Heh, you don't know, right? That day I followed the young master to that courtyard, guess what I saw?

Old Wangtou was there! That Dharma Master, using the divine liquid bestowed by the Divine Mother, poured it on his leg! *Eh! * Crispy and crunchy... *pfft pfft pfft*... it was cured on the spot! But our master is kind-hearted, Old Wangtou is old, so he gave him a sum of money to return to his hometown."

"Is it that powerful? A broken arm or leg was cured on the spot?" Lao Liu didn't believe it; injuries like broken arms and legs were quite difficult to treat! Let alone cured on the spot.

"Not just that! The young master also said that the divine liquid can not only cure diseases but also make you stronger in that aspect!" Li Ge laughed.

Behind the haystack, Qin Jiang's eyes brightened slightly. Divine liquid?

Judging by its effect, it's a good thing, but he didn't believe that there would be no side effects when using this thing.

The more you get, the more you lose; the more beautiful it looks, the more you have to be careful.

Quietly glancing at the three, while observing outside the small courtyard.

Taking advantage of the moment the three were knocking off the tobacco ash, he exerted force under his feet and rushed out directly.

After rushing out, he went straight into the shadows of the house and headed toward the courtyard where the Huangtian Shenmu was worshipped.

On the way, he avoided several groups of patrolling servants and finally arrived at the destination.

The courtyard gate was wide open, and bright firelight emerged from the courtyard.

Climbing onto a shadow of a house, Qin Jiang's gaze fell into the courtyard. More than a dozen torches were inserted into the courtyard wall, illuminating the courtyard very brightly. A tall three-legged, two-eared round tripod sat in the center of the courtyard. The tripod was cast from yellow copper and carved with a picture of a goddess flying to heaven, with three giant sacrificial incense sticks as thick as an arm inserted inside, and faint sandalwood fragrance drifting from the top, which was extremely penetrating, and could be smelled even from dozens of meters away.

Seeing no one in the courtyard, Qin Jiang quietly bypassed the courtyard and climbed over directly.

Landing lightly, he looked at the house; only the room directly facing the copper tripod was lit, and the few rooms on the left and right were dark.

He didn't forget the purpose of coming here tonight, and from behind the house, he poked through the windows one by one to observe inside.

Sure enough, one of the rooms was piled with many sacrificial utensils.

Gently pushing open the window and climbing in, he took off his gloves and placed his hand on one of the bronze vessels; nothing.

The next one, nothing, nothing, nothing... After touching more than a dozen in a row, finally, the familiar cold touch, the familiar prompt appeared before his eyes.

【Potential Points Absorbing... 0.1... 0.1... 0.1】

Got it!

Qin Jiang showed joy and took the jade pendant into his hand. After a few breaths, the cold airflow disappeared, and he looked at the bottom of the panel. 【Potential Points: 7.6】

Controlling the joy in his heart slightly, he touched all the remaining utensils again, not even letting go of the fake paintings used for decoration on the wall.

【Potential Points: 9.4】

Looking at the potential points approaching the ten-point mark, he couldn't control the joy on his face. With so many potential points, it was enough for him to raise the Iron Arm Fist directly to the third layer! However, he didn't rush to add points, because he hadn't encountered any irresistible crisis for the time being, and adding points only required less than a breath of time.

He looked at the room again to ensure there were no omissions, climbed out of the house, and gently closed the window.

Arriving at the room in the center that was lit, he found an edge of the window and poked a small hole.

Looking inside, a simple and ancient small hall with a bit of desolation came into view.

His position was on the left side of the small hall, and he could only see a few load-bearing pillars on the left and half of the beams, hanging with yellow cloth strips.

The rest were blocked by a huge statue.

A few torches were placed on the load-bearing pillars, but they were not lit, clearly the light source was something else.

Shifting his gaze, he couldn't see the situation in the hall clearly, and could only faintly hear subtle chanting.

Carefully pushing open the window, a strange fragrance rushed toward his face.

He hurriedly held his breath, and then felt that the fragrance was somewhat familiar.

Is this the smell of locust wood burning?

*Hoo~* The night wind blew slightly, his eyes shifted, controlling his body not to make the slightest sound, and slowly climbed into the room.

Closing the window gently, the strange fragrance became more intense, and he was sure that this was the smell of locust wood burning.

When he went to Daheishan before, he had cut some locust wood as firewood.

Walking to the edge of the statue, he listened carefully to the situation in the room.

But strangely, the chanting didn't seem to be affected by the distance, still subtle enough to be almost unheard.

A moment later, he suddenly reacted, his pupils shrinking; he didn't hear any breathing! His heart was shocked, he quietly poked his head out, and what came into view was a huge oil lamp, hanging in mid-air, illuminating the room.

Below the oil lamp, two rows of people wearing yellow robes sat cross-legged, exactly those who were scattering yellow paper on the street that day.

Is this holding a Dharma Assembly? He only saw these people holding a string of prayer beads, their faces painted with blood-red patterns, their eyes tightly closed, their heads drooping, their expressions like the most devout believers.

In front of them was a bronze statue less than two feet tall, exactly the Huangtian Shenmu copper statue from that day.

The Dharma Master wearing an Eight Trigrams robe knelt in front of the Huangtian Shenmu copper statue, holding a blood-stained dagger in his hand.

In front of him, an elderly man with white hair and beard lay horizontally, shirtless, his left leg looking somewhat twisted.

His stomach was cut open, blood and internal organs flowed all over the ground, and a blood-red lotus was drawn on his chest skin with a knife, looking beautiful and enchanting.

It looked like he had already died, but his turbid eyes stared tightly at the Huangtian Shenmu copper statue, pious and joyful.

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