Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 18 Killing a Ghost with One Punch

That night, outside the city of Beijing, at Baiyun Temple.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the cold moonlight shines on the ancient buildings, outlining clear contours.

It was quiet all around, with only the occasional rustling of leaves in the night breeze.

The gate of Baiyun Temple was closed tightly, and the vermilion paint surface looked a little dim in the moonlight. The two stone lions at the door watched quietly, majestic and solemn.

This Taoist temple, which is well-known in Kyoto, has countless believers coming and going during the day, but few people know that there is a secret room hidden under the temple.

Under the dim candlelight, a strange statue stood deep in the secret room.

It was a deity seated on a black lotus platform, with two faces on his head, a male on the front and a female on the back.

The naked statue has an impressively plump chest, but underneath are strong abdominal muscles, showing the masculine energy.

The sexual characteristics of both men and women exist on this statue at the same time, and are even exaggerated.

The candlelight cast a swaying shadow on the statue, adding a sense of mystery and eeriness.

In front of the statue, several white figures were intertwining together, the beast-like roar of the men and the low moans of the women blended together, and the small secret room was filled with the smell of hormones.

If people who often come to Baiyun Temple were here, they would be able to recognize at a glance that these irrational men in the secret room who were as wild as beasts were none other than the Taoist priests who appeared to be righteous during the day.

And each of those women had a black lotus tattooed on her back, the pattern was so large that it almost covered her entire back.

Inside the secret room, in addition to these "beasts" immersed in pleasure in front of the statue, there were several other people kneeling in front of the statue, worshiping it devoutly.

Even the chaotic atmosphere nearby did not shake these people in the slightest, and everyone had a pious look on their face.

After kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times, several people stood up.

The leader turned around, revealing a face that made it difficult to have any distracting thoughts under his black hood.

Gong Xinying still had that holy and pure temperament, but she seemed particularly out of place standing in front of this strange statue.

In front of her stood an old man.

The old man's face was full of wrinkles, and his loose skin wrapped around his bones like dry bark, making him look like he would be buried in the ground at any moment.

She frowned slightly and said, "Tell the Blood Bodhisattvas to be careful and not to overdo it. This is under the Emperor's feet, and the headquarters of the Astronomical Patrol is located here. If we are discovered and the Astronomical Patrol is brought in, we will all be in big trouble."

The old man laughed hoarsely, bowed and said, "Please forgive me, Saint, the Taoist priests in Baiyun Temple are all very strong. If we don't let the Blood Bodhisattvas exert their full strength, I'm afraid they will break through control soon."

Gong Xinying looked at him meaningfully, and the old man lowered his head even lower, as if to express his submission and loyalty.

She withdrew her gaze and did not investigate further. After a moment's silence, she asked, "Have you prepared everything needed to refine the 'Elixir of Immortality'?"

The old man replied, "I have already checked them myself, Saint, there is no need to worry. We just need to wait for the 'medicine guide' to arrive tonight."

Gong Xinying hesitated and said, "Should I tell Yu Zhen... She said she would find a way to make Zhao Qi'an give himself up."

"Saintess, the reincarnated golden boy is so important to our sect. Only by refining the elixir of immortality can the leader live another life. This is related to the survival of our sect." The old man advised earnestly, "Letting the reincarnated golden boy escape from Baiyun Temple before has already added variables. Now is the time to make a decision, otherwise something unexpected will happen."

Gong Xinying frowned and said, "After all, it is under the feet of the emperor..."

"Who would pay attention to a health hall full of orphans and the elderly living here, even though it is under the Emperor's feet?" The old man advised again, "This time, the two 'celestial beings' guardians will personally lead the elite of the sect. Please wait here for a while and wait for good news."

The so-called "celestial being" is a warrior who has reached the fourth level in martial arts cultivation.

Below the fourth rank, all are ordinary people.

Martial artists above the fourth rank have magical powers that are unimaginable to ordinary people. Their primordial fetus has replaced their original mortal body, and they are no longer "mortal" but "celestial being".

It can be said that the fourth-grade Yuantai realm is the watershed of a warrior’s practice.

This time, the mysterious organization behind Gong Xinying can be said to have invested a lot of money. Two "celestial" level guards, leading the best players in the sect, are more than enough to attack a city. But it can be said that it is a waste of talent just for a small health hall in Beijing.

Logically speaking, there is absolutely no possibility of any mistakes.

Having said that…

Gong Xinying gently covered her chest, feeling uneasy for some reason.

"There is one more thing I need to report to the Saint..."

"explain."

The old man bowed and said, "I heard that Zhao Qi'an followed Princess Yuzhen into the palace today, so I took the initiative to send the 'Umbrella Girl'..."

Gong Xinying didn't wait for him to finish, her eyes widened and she interrupted, "Who told you to attack Zhao Qi'an?"

"I just want to invite you to come here for a chat."

The old man showed no fear when facing Gong Xinying's questioning, and said calmly: "The leader heard about what the saint girl did in the capital, and he is very interested in this prince consort of the Zhao family in the East Sea."

When the word "leader" was mentioned, Gong Xinying was stunned for a long time, and finally her face darkened and she said nothing. She just hoped that tonight... nothing would go wrong!
……

Inner city of Kyoto, outside the Imperial Palace.

On the long street, Zhao Qi'an faced the strange woman.

"Sir, am I beautiful?"

He did not answer, but just took a few steps back silently.

The beautiful woman opened her lips and swiped her snake-like tongue towards his face: "Sir, don't hide from me..."

There is a subtle fragrance floating in the air, bewitching people's minds.

Zhao Qi'an's eyes flickered, as if he was wavering.

When the long tongue was about to brush across his face, he sighed softly, and finally reached out his hand as if he had made up his mind...

The woman's split lips formed a hideous smile, and her eyes flashed with cruelty and excitement.

It was just to deal with an ordinary person, why did she need to do it herself? It was simply a waste of talent!

Even so, this prince consort has a very good appearance. Perhaps I can try him first before handing him over to the master.

Just when the ghostly woman thought she was about to succeed, Zhao Qian'an stretched out his hand and suddenly grabbed the long, snake-like tongue.

Ghostly woman: “?”

Immediately afterwards, in front of the ghostly shocked face, Zhao Qian'an burst into bloody murderous energy and punched her head.

A tremendous amount of blood and energy burst out of his body, and his fist was as powerful as a dragon.

The ghostly woman's head exploded instantly, and balls of filthy black blood blasted all around.

Before she lost consciousness, she vaguely heard Zhao Qi'an muttering:
"Why would a demon appear under the emperor's feet?"

"boom!"

The surrounding illusions were instantly shattered, and the sound of insects chirping on both sides of the street could be heard again.

Zhao Qi'an stood on the carriage, took out a white handkerchief from his arms, and silently wiped the blood off his face.

He looked towards the front of the carriage, and saw that where the woman had originally stood, there was only a piece of human skin left.

Zhao Qian got out of the car and picked up the human skin. He looked around but could not see the deaf-mute old servant who drove him.

"Where's Mr. Nie?"

……

In a private house on a long street.

"puff!"

The evil cultivator who was secretly controlling the ghosts suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He covered his chest and gasped for breath, his eyes still filled with indescribable horror.

"That, that's Zhao Qi'an?"

"Killing a fifth-level 'Charm' with one punch...you call that an ordinary person?!"

"We've been fooled. The intelligence was wrong!"

He tried to stand up, muttering, "We must quickly inform the Saint of this news..."

But just as he staggered to his feet, he smelled of tobacco in the room.

That pungent smell came from behind...

He looked behind him tremblingly, and was horrified to find that an old man was standing behind him without him noticing.

The old man looked like an ordinary farmer, wearing the linen clothes of a servant, smoking a pipe of opium, taking two puffs of the cigarette holder and exhaling a puff of smoke.

But it was such an ordinary old man who made the evil cultivator stiffen all over and dare not move.

"When did you come in..."

The old man put the pipe back into his waist and took off the machete tied around his waist.

He held the machete in his hand and smiled at the evil cultivator, revealing a few yellow teeth.

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