Chapter 133: How Does the Yin-Killing Water Old Mother Compare to the Snow Mountain Great Scholar?

Inside the carriage.

The Boshan censer was burning agarwood, and light smoke drifted slowly from the censer, curling around the censer body.

The censer body had hazy mountains and floating beasts, as if it were truly the legendary "Boshan" fairy mountain on the sea.

It is a pity that the carriage was mixed with some indescribable smells, destroying the unique floral and sweet scent in the agarwood.

Jian Zhongyi sat in the center of the carriage, his hair and beard like a waterfall, black and bright like lacquer, from top to tip, with a string of four large beads.

The drifting green smoke was inhaled into the nose along the airflow and then exhaled again, stirring the stable smoke clouds.

Trembling slightly, he opened his eyes.

"Go down."

The young girl propped up half her body, packed up nimbly, wiped the corners of her mouth, put on a brocade garment, and moved with light steps, without a trace of sound. The cool shirt was as thin as a cicada's wing, blurring her heart-stirring, slender figure.

Another maid entered, took away the Boshan censer, replaced it with a bronze-cast turtle-crane censer, and burned a layer of incense with a thicker scent.

The ethereal incense smoke sprayed from the turtle-crane's mouth, gradually dispersing.

Jian Zhongyi leaned back, his spine sticking to the soft flesh, and his whole body relaxed.

The "Lotus Chair" beneath him split into two arms, brought a cup of warm tea, lightly lifted the tea lid, pushed aside the floating leaves, and fed it slowly along with Jian Zhongyi's breathing.

This was a "Lotus Chair" composed of six women intertwined. With the slow breathing, their chests rose and fell under the tattered thin gauze, revealing a jade-like, gorgeous skin color.

Jian Zhongyi finished the tea, let out a long breath, and closed his eyes.

The Lotus Chair squirmed slowly and bloomed.

Jian Zhongyi lay flat, not moving anymore, as if falling into a deep sleep.

I don't know how much time passed.

A monk passed through the curtain and stepped into the room.

He wore a golden conical hat, a silk red robe, and was covered with thick prayer beads around his neck. The heavy gold weights on his earlobes hung down, pulling the ear holes very long, and the noble air was compelling when they swayed.

The monk stood still, took out an exquisite leather bag from his bosom, and placed two flat objects on the desk.

"Fortunately, I did not disgrace the mission. A total of one hundred and seven days, the preparation is complete, and it is a magic weapon that is one with heaven and earth."

Jian Zhongyi opened his eyes. On the desk were two almost identical flat objects.

He straightened up and examined them carefully with the faint light penetrating the curtain.

The two magic weapons were very similar, equally dark purple and oily, feeling flexible and thick, like a cast object, integrated into one, but traces of knife cutting could be faintly identified at the edges.

"How is it perfect?"

"Fine grinding and rubbing for nine years, it will truly be as rounded and flexible as the ancestral magic weapon, circulating for a thousand years, completely perfect."

"Are those two people dead?"

"They only lived for one night. At noon, I sent them to heaven and smashed their bones and meat together to feed the heavenly eagles."

Jian Zhongyi pressed his hands together: "Thank you, Master."

The monk bowed slightly: "Amitabha!"

Jian Zhongyi played with the magic weapon, unable to put it down, as if he had completely held two beautiful girls in his palm.

A strong sense of conquest and desire for satisfaction surged into his heart, and even his appetite surged from his stomach.

"Hungry!"

Orders were passed backward one by one, and the entire back kitchen acted quickly.

Jian Zhongyi leaned back satisfied and asked casually: "Master, now that I have taken office and am ordered to deal with the Ghost Mother Sect, I don't know how the Yin-Killing Water Old Mother worshipped in the sect compares to the Snow Mountain Great Scholar?"

The monk bowed: "It is far from my Buddha."

"Oh? Is there any basis?"

"The poor monk once had a face-to-face encounter with the Ghost Mother Sect members. There was resentment entangled on their bodies, pure and not scattered.

According to historical records, that Great Qian Demon Empress had extraordinary strength. The so-called Yin-Killing Water Old Mother is likely a resentment god formed by the combination of her resentment after death and the wishes of the vast number of believers.

Humans eat the five grains and five livestock. For all resentment gods, there is no one who does not absorb the blood qi of living beings. The Ghost Mother Sect must be deeply harmed by it.

The Fetal Pearl Elixirs they obtained through blood sacrifice, the poor monk guesses, are not to recreate experts and expand the sect's strength, but to support that tail-heavy Ghost Mother.

Such a resentment god, without root or basis, without form or body, is naturally not as good as the true Buddha obtained by my sect. It only needs the Buddha power cultivated by the Great Sun Vajra Sutra to stimulate it, and it will have nowhere to hide and should collapse.

However, such resentment gods are quite rare and have high strength. Perhaps they can be refined to become Magistrate Jian's guardian heavenly god."

"Guardian heavenly god..." Jian Zhongyi sighed long. "The human path is long and sunny like flowers, but I didn't meet spring when I came. Wei Lin is tyrannical, Xu Yuelong is lazy, and the Demon Suppression Division is not good at fighting in the water. It really misleads my cultivation. When can I obtain the Dao?"

The monk bowed, and suddenly his heart moved. He came to the window and lifted a corner of the curtain.

Outside the curtain were all the people looking up. His gaze crossed the people and saw a high-gate large household, a tall teenager holding a red horse standing under the door eaves.

"What a hard bone!"

The monk's eyes lit up.

"What does Master mean by this?"

The monk reached out and pointed: "That person's big bones are comparable to tiger bones. Using his bones to make a rigid hole, the magic bowl should be excellent!

Knowing fate but not entering the Perfected Form, it is difficult to become a Wu Sheng in a lifetime. Magistrate Jian is forty-three. If you are determined to switch to my method, the magic bowl will be better, and the empowerment will be stronger!"

Jian Zhongyi looked through a corner of the curtain and saw the red treasure horse beside the teenager: "Dragon Blood Horse? Master, the Dragon Blood Horse is an imperial horse of the imperial court. Without an official position, you cannot own it. It is not good to act rashly."

The monk pressed his hands together: "Pingyang County, you are the Magistrate."

"That is so."

Jian Zhongyi's eyes flickered.

Magistrate, the County Master.

On the martial arts path, knowing fate but not entering the Perfected Form, it is difficult to look forward to being a Wu Sheng in a lifetime.

Yaolong Wu Sheng, heavenly lifespan of eight hundred.

Endless glory and wealth.

However...

"Just arrived, no rush for a moment."

Jian Zhongyi shook his head.

Holding a Dragon Blood Horse, it is not easy to kill.

This place is ultimately not that Snow Mountain domain.

The candidate for the magic weapon still needs to be considered, plan before acting.

Liang Qu touched his head.

For some reason, he felt a bit cold on top. Looking back, there were only a few young girls peeking over, no one else.

Perhaps it is the sudden warmth and cold of spring?

The Male Blood Horse stepped on the stone curtain, pulling the large carriage.

The entire motorcade, except for the huge carriage of eighty square meters at the very front, was followed by more than ten carriages that were not small, mighty and majestic. There were even two carriages on top of which smoke was rising to cook, which was really exaggerated.

For half a quarter of an hour, the long motorcade passed before Liang Qu's eyes.

The dental agent sighed: "Hey, this is true wealth. The life of a great figure, I don't even dare to think about it. A carriage is bigger than the house an ordinary person lives in. A horse, even a little damage to its hair, is not something an ordinary person can bear."

Liang Qu couldn't help but nod.

Rooted for half a year, he thought he was doing well, but in front of a true great figure, he still had to stand on the side of the street, waiting for the motorcade to leave, like a minion.

What kind of Yixing Town local tycoon, it is a status that cannot be taken out at all.

The road ahead is long, and he still needs to work hard!

Seeing the carriage drive past, Liang Qu did not linger, went to the academy and medical hall to study, and two hours later, mounted Chishan to go home.

Stepping into the main gate, the craftsman carving the shadow wall stood up to greet him.

On the shadow wall, the image of a huge ape was beginning to take shape, mighty and extraordinary.

Liang Qu nodded, crossed the shadow wall, and in the courtyard were two masons, who were building the pool he had dug out.

The wellhead was blocked by Liang Qu with stones, and the excess well water was controlled. The entire well became dry, and now the well wall had been laid with a layer of blue bricks, becoming more regular.

Out of the wellhead, the entire pool was also quite large. Blue bricks were laid one by one, and the mason was hammering the bricks, breaking half a piece and embedding it completely into it.

After two days when it dries, moving the stones away, it can become a real pool.

The things bought in the house were also organized, and the aroma of food came from the stove room.

Comfortable. ===== CHAPTER 134 =====