Chapter 45 Fourteen People

Qi Xuansu followed Zhang Yuelu out of Bishan Temple and headed north, while Lingquanzi and Xu Zhen headed south.

Qi Xuansu and Zhang Yuelu rode side by side, and Zhang Yuelu said, "Tianyuan, although my cultivation is higher than yours, I am far inferior to you in terms of experience in the martial arts world, so I asked you to go with me."

Because there were only two of them, Zhang Yuelu no longer called him "Deacon Qi", but called him by his courtesy name.

Qi Xuansu was a little distracted, and said inexplicably, "In fact, Brother Zhou Baizhou also has a lot of experience in the martial arts world."

As soon as he said this, Qi Xuansu realized that something was wrong, but it was too late to stop.

As expected, Zhang Yuelu squinted at him: "What do you mean by that? You might as well explain it more clearly."

Qi Xuansu coughed lightly: "I just said it casually."

Zhang Yuelu no longer put on the airs of a deputy hall master, and snorted: "I think you are pretending to be confused. Zhou Bai is experienced, but he is dull and boring. In front of him, I have to put on the airs of a deputy hall master and maintain my dignity. Isn't it tiring? On the contrary, I can be more comfortable in front of you."

Qi Xuansu asked: "Why don't you put on airs in front of me?"

Zhang Yuelu said bluntly: "We are friends. It's meaningless to pretend in front of you."

"As for other people, I have to protect my reputation. This reputation is not what you call a woman's reputation, but to let others see my future. Good, then they will be happy to help me in order to get a return in the future. They help me, so I can go further, my prospects are more promising, and I will get more help. "

"For example, the higher you fly, the stronger the wind. The stronger the wind, the higher you fly, all the way to the sky. But if I can't maintain this reputation, even if I am still a banished immortal, I can't fly very high, let alone ask for the title of Great Immortal or Great Master."

"So when I am in front of people, I have to hold my airs and maintain my posture, so that my words and deeds are in line with others' expectations and views of me. I can be lonely, arrogant, and rude to many people, but I can't be weak, emotional, or indecisive or soft-hearted. "

Qi Xuansu was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. He didn't expect Zhang Yuelu to see so clearly at such a young age, and even made him feel that listening to a word from the emperor is better than reading ten years of books.

But as Zhang Yuelu said, living like this is very tiring. Since Qi Xuansu had seen Zhang Yuelu in private, Zhang Yuelu could unload in front of Qi Xuansu.

Qi Xuansu asked, "Have you ever regretted choosing this path?"

"What is there to regret?" Zhang Yuelu said with a smile, "If you want to achieve success, how can you not suffer some hardships? Since I am determined to change the Taoism like Xuansheng, I naturally have to pay some price."

Qi Xuansu praised, "You are the second amazing woman I have ever seen."

"Who is the first one?" Zhang Yuelu asked.

Qi Xuansu shook his head and said nothing. The first one was naturally Qi Niang, but he couldn't mention it to Zhang Yuelu. Of course, Qi Xuansu didn't come into contact with many women in total.

Zhang Yuelu didn't ask any more questions.

Qi Xuansu changed the subject and asked, "If we fail this time, or even fail miserably, and make the Dao Sect lose face, what will happen?"

Zhang Yuelu said expressionlessly, "I am naturally to blame and will be transferred from Tiangang Hall. If I am lucky, I can return to Beichen Hall to continue to be the head, or go to Daozang Division to find a job and make a comeback. If I am unlucky, I will be transferred to Anhun Division and spend the rest of my life there."

"What is Anhun Division? Why haven't I heard of it?" Qi Xuansu asked again.

Zhang Yuelu glanced at him and explained, "The Soul-Restoring Department is mainly responsible for the mausoleum and the corresponding sacrifices. The Ancestral Hall is a cold bench among the nine halls, and the Soul-Restoring Department is a cold bench among the Ancestral Halls, and is mostly managed by a fallen Immortal or Great Immortal."

Qi Xuansu suddenly realized, "Isn't this the eunuch who held the seal of the Silijian in the previous dynasty sent to guard the imperial mausoleum?"

Zhang Yuelu rolled his eyes at him and continued, "As for you, go back to where you came from. If you are someone like you who has never served in a local government, you will most likely go with me to guard the mausoleum, then we can be companions and spend the rest of our lives with those heroes who died for the Dao Sect."

The smile on Qi Xuansu's face slowly disappeared.

Although he had a beautiful woman as a companion and his boss was a real person or a great real person, Qi Xuansu didn't think this was a good ending.

Zhang Yuelu squeezed his horse's belly and said, "If you don't want to go to the Soul-Restoring Department, just cheer up and punish that group of monsters, then we will have a bright future."

Qi Xuansu hurried to catch up.

At some point, there were a few snowflakes in the wind.

Qi Xuansu only felt the wind and snow blowing in his face. Looking at Zhang Yuelu, he saw that he was not wearing a hood and his head and body were also stained with white snow. He couldn't help but sigh: "Snow and frost blow all over the head, and it can be considered as white hair together."

Zhang Yuelu looked at him with a very strange look, and said: "If white hair can be replaced by snow, why would there be hardworking people in the world?"

The two of them looked at each other, and suddenly felt that they had said something wrong, and turned their heads away to hide their embarrassment.

Soon, the two found some blood on the gravel on the side of the road. Because the blood was on the leeward side, it was not covered by the white snow.

Qi Xuansu turned over and got off the horse, gently wiped the blood with his fingertips, then put it under his nose and smelled it, and said to Zhang Yuelu: "It's human blood."

Zhang Yuelu used the "Immortal Qi Watching Technique", and purple energy flashed in his eyes. Immediately afterwards, a blood-red "airflow" invisible to the naked eye appeared in her sight, extending to a very far distance like a winding path.

"Follow me." Zhang Yuelu followed the blood-red "air flow" and rode away. Qi Xuansu remounted his horse and followed behind Zhang Yuelu.

The two followed this path for about ten miles and came to a rocky beach, which was completely white because it had snowed.

Zhang Yuelu dismounted first and pointed at the rocky beach: "This is probably right here."

Qi Xuansu turned over and dismounted, pulled out the wooden sword "Ziwu" from behind, and pierced the wooden sword in his hand into the snow while walking, using the feel of his hand to judge whether there were corpses or living people under the snow.

Zhang Yuelu was not idle either. He imitated Qi Xuansu and started searching the rocky beach.

After about a stick of incense, Qi Xuansu suddenly felt that the "Ziwu" in his hand poked something slightly soft. He quickly put the "Ziwu" back into the sheath behind his back, and then used both hands to push away the snow.

Soon, Qi Xuansu dug out a figure buried in the snow. He was dressed like a Taoist man, with a pale face and blood stains on his body. He was about thirty years old.

There was no need for Qi Xuansu to call out, Zhang Yuelu had already come over, stretched out his hand and felt the man's pulse: "It's a martial artist, he's not dead yet."

Qi Xuansu said: "It seems that he is the fourteenth member of Bishan Temple. He escaped from Bishan Temple by chance, ran for dozens of miles, and then passed out here, covered by falling snow. Fortunately, he was a martial artist with a strong body and was not injured. Frozen to death."

Zhang Yuelu tried to inject some real energy into this person, but saw that his complexion improved slightly, but he did not wake up.

Zhang Yuelu's face was solemn and he said slowly: "His breath is weak and silky, but he has not completely cut off his vitality and cannot wake up. It seems to be a symptom of 'lost soul syndrome'.

The so-called "lost soul syndrome" is the common saying of "lost soul". Due to fright or other reasons, some of the three souls and seven souls leave the body, making people feel confused and like the living dead.

There was purple energy flowing in Zhang Yuelu's eyes again, and he frowned and said: "If I'm not mistaken, his three souls are missing Shuangling, and his seven souls are missing Fuya, Queyin, and Feidu, so he can't wake up. ”

Qi Xuansu said: "In other words, he is now a living dead?"

"Absolutely." Zhang Yuelu stood up, "I think this person was also hit when the incident happened, but he escaped with instinct. For the specific situation, we need to take him back first and let Lingquanzi take a look. Who is he? Alchemists are more proficient in this aspect."

Qi Xuansu put the man on horseback and left the place with Zhang Yuelu.

The two returned to Bishan Temple along the original route. During the time they left, Bishan Temple was still safe and sound, and the group of monsters did not return. This is also reasonable. This time Zhang Yuelu brought more than 60 people, all of them were innate people. Under the situation of being prepared, even the masters at the stage of returning to their true nature did not dare to underestimate them in the slightest.

Not long after, Lingquanzi and Xu Zhen also came back.

Zhang Yuelu told Lingquanzi about the general situation of the fourteenth person, and Lingquanzi used his thoughts to examine the person's Niwan Palace and said: "The way these monsters steal souls is very rough. To use an analogy, it's like using a chisel." A small hole was drilled in the Niwan Palace, and then the living soul was extracted from this small hole. This person was also opened by the demon to the Niwan Palace. For some unknown reason, he escaped before the demon could take away his soul. However, After all, the damage to Niwan Palace still made his soul unstable, and he may have lost part of his soul during his escape."

Zhang Yuelu asked directly: "Can you summon spirits?"

Lingquanzi said: "As long as his soul is still within a hundred miles, I can use his body as a guide to recall the lost soul."

"Spiritualism" is a magical power that can be practiced by the alchemist in the dream realm. For a alchemist in the thunder realm, it can be said that it is easy to master.

Zhang Yuelu said: "The place where we found him is about eighty miles away from Bishan Temple, definitely not more than a hundred miles away."

Lingquanzi nodded, took out four yellow paper talismans from his sleeves, and threw them casually. The four talismans flew to all directions, hanging without falling. Then Lingquanzi bent the middle finger and ring finger of his left hand inward, pressed the tips of the middle finger and ring finger with his thumb, and said: "The soul returns after leaving, as urgent as the law!"

As soon as he finished speaking, wind started to rise from the ground, and the four yellow paper talismans spontaneously ignited without wind.

Everyone had to take a few steps back, except Zhang Yuelu.

Stand still.

Lingquanzi's big sleeves were swaying and he kept his posture motionless.

This continued for a stick of incense, the strong wind gradually stopped, and the yellow paper talisman turned into fly ash.

Just hearing a groan, the last survivor slowly woke up.