Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 145 Master, You Are in Danger

The two small hills outside Zhanzhou City had been completely pulled away by the hurricane at this moment, and the yellow soil all over the sky was swept into the vortex, adding a touch of color.

Now the hurricane was filled with fire, dust, and the two unlucky people in the whirlpool.

Now all the clothes have been taken off, leaving only a piece of cloth to cover himself, and we don’t know whether the person is alive or dead.

After completely destroying the hillside, the hurricane did not leave. Instead, it stayed where it was, with no signs of dissipating or spreading. It just hovered in this strange way.

Time passed quietly, and when night fell, the originally quiet night sky suddenly became stormy.

Dark clouds suddenly covered the sky above the hurricane, and the dark mass continued to increase.

There were flashes of lightning in the dark clouds, as if they were extremely angry.

The surroundings were extremely dull. Even though the hurricane was spinning wildly, it always gave people a feeling of deathly silence.

thunderbolt!

After a thunderbolt as thick as a bowl suddenly struck in the direction of Zhanzhou City, the hurricane suddenly moved. It no longer moved forward, but instead swept towards the direction of Zhanzhou City with great momentum...

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call out!
A shuttle dived rapidly and landed outside Zhanzhou City, almost scaring the monks guarding the gate to death.

After they had still recovered from the shock, the palace guards surrounded them with grim expressions.

"Who dares to act so presumptuously in Zhanzhou Prefecture?"

"Come down quickly."

The little girl pulled the joystick and jumped down in high spirits. Immediately, two monks came up to arrest her.

Unexpectedly, before the two of them made a move, the little girl took action first. She waved her hand and the two of them knelt down in front of the half-grown girl.

An ancient bronze token appeared in his palm. The token was simply engraved with the words "Spiritual Realm". Anyone who was born as a court monk would recognize this fifth-floor token.

The token of the fifth floor can only be held by the owner of the floor. Since the little girl can take out this thing, the identity of the old man sitting on the shuttle is almost revealed.

Even if it is not the owner of Lingjing Tower himself, I am afraid it is the deputy owner.

Not to mention them, even if Zhao Yulin was here he would still have to kneel.

As a result, the group of palace guards who were originally so aggressive all knelt down in the blink of an eye.

The little girl was happily shaking the token when an old hand reached out rudely and took the token back immediately.

"I was wondering why I couldn't find it some time ago. It turns out you secretly got it for me a long time ago. Did you also use this token to borrow the shuttle?"

The old man put the token back into his sleeve with a gloomy face, muttering to himself.

He originally thought that the guys under Chongming's tower cannon were unreliable, but it turned out that the one who was truly unreliable was his own little apprentice. It seemed that he had probably borrowed the shuttle by using his token.

The little girl secretly stuck out her tongue and quickly stood aside, keeping silent, trying to get away with it.

The old man got a headache seeing her like this. He only had this one disciple, and he couldn't scold or hit her. What else could he do?
He immediately had no choice but to avoid looking at her, and then he looked at the palace guards before speaking.

"Everyone, get up! I am Ling Wuce, the deputy building owner of Lingjing. I will go find Zhao Yulin by myself. You all should do your original duties and don't need to follow me."

After he spoke, everyone stood up cautiously.

They can't afford to be careless! Although this Linglou Master is only a deputy, for those of them who are mixed in the court, that is also a top existence.

"Nan Sheng, let's go."

Ling Wu Ce waved to the little girl, then walked towards the city with his hands behind his back.

Nan Sheng stuck out her tongue and hurriedly followed.

But the moment they stepped into the city gate, they both stopped at the same time and looked up at each other's heads.

A strange feeling arises spontaneously.

The Death Star has appeared!

In Ling Wuce's eyes, the death star above Nan Sheng's head was just a grain of light.

But in Nan Sheng's eyes, the death star above his master's head was as big as a bucket and shining brightly.

Well! It actually made that wrinkled and gray-haired face glow.

Ling Wu Ce had a strange look on his face and quickly formed a water mirror. However, when he saw the red light above his head, he paused involuntarily.

"I think you're in danger of bloodshed!"

Nan Sheng, who was muttering to himself beside him, spoke.

Ling Wu Ce's face immediately turned dark. Isn't this what he always said to others?

After a little thought, he suddenly turned around and headed back out of the city gate. As soon as he stepped out, he heard Nan Sheng shouting loudly.

"Master, it's gone. Your Death Star is gone."

But when he stepped in again, Nan Sheng quickly changed her words.

"Master, it's lit. It's lit."

This is quite interesting. Is it possible that there is someone in this city who can threaten me?
After all, he was a powerful cultivator in the Transcendent Realm. Even if there were cultivators in the Transcendent Realm in Zhanzhou City, it would be impossible for them to light up his Death Star.

Full of doubts, the two could only continue moving forward. As night fell, there were still many people in the city. After walking all the way, Ling Wuce's eyes were already filled with red.

There is a death star shining brightly above the head of almost every citizen, but fortunately it is not very bright, and at most it will bring minor disasters.

But it is unusual to let all the citizens of a city light up the Death Star at the same time. Is something going to happen in Zhanzhou City?

This can be a big or small matter. The Death Star can only roughly determine good or bad luck, but it cannot necessarily determine it with complete certainty. You need to know that everything is not constant and sometimes changes will occur.

If not handled properly, it is not uncommon for the Death Star to suddenly change from a grain of light to a bright moon. "Let's go find Zhao Yunlin first."

After Ling Wu Ce spoke in a muffled voice, he could not help but quicken his pace and took Nan Sheng all the way to the government office...

After Zhao Yulin released the message bird, he still didn't receive a reply after a whole day. According to the rules of the garrison, if there was no message bird to reply, it was probably because someone from inside the building would come in person.

After waiting for a long time, it was only at nightfall that I heard the voice of someone coming outside.

He was walking out quickly with joy in his heart, but when he saw the person coming, his expression suddenly became sad.

Why isn’t someone from our building coming?

How could it be this living ancestor who came?

Not only did he know Ling Wuce, but he was also quite familiar with him. Before he was sent out to guard the garrison, he was running errands for the commander-in-chief. It was basically common for him to see these building owners and the like on a daily basis.

He was not impressed by most of the posters, but this one was the most impressive to him.

This is a powerful person who calls the commander-in-chief "Che Dapao" by his name when he is in a bad mood. You can imagine how difficult he is to deal with.

When Ling Wu Ce saw Zhao Yulin's wrinkled face, his face immediately turned dark and he spoke with a raised eyebrow.

"What's the matter, Zhao Yulin? You don't like me anymore after you got promoted, right?"

You see, with his ability to bully people, who would dare to dislike him? A small town guard can't even reach him, okay?
But he just happens to be able to squeeze you.

Although he thought so in his heart, Zhao Yunlin didn't dare to really show it, and quickly put on a smiling face and greeted him.

"How is that possible? I've been thinking about Mr. Ling for the past two years. It's just that I haven't seen him for so long that I didn't react all of a sudden."

After listening to this, Ling Wu Ce smacked his lips and shook his head for a long time.

"How dare you say that? You've been on the job for two years, but your ability to flatter others hasn't improved at all. If one day you can't get by under Che Dapao, come and join me in Lingjing Tower."

Zhao Yulin felt awkward. He couldn't respond to this. If he really agreed, this shameless old man would really go to the commander to pry her away. Then the commander would have to come over and give him a good beating.

"No sense of humor at all, no fun."

Ling Wuce glanced at the silent Zhao Yulin and curled his lips.

The three of them went to the inner house, and after they sat down one by one, Ling Wuce asked in detail about the specific matter.

About half a cup of tea later, Zhao Yulin sighed helplessly.

"That's the thing. This guy is extremely weird and has many tricks up his sleeve. If he starts a mess in Zhanzhou Prefecture, the commander will definitely skin me alive."

Dragon Blood Stone? Ling Wuce didn't expect Han Yu to have such a thing on hand. It has been about a hundred years since the last time a Dragon Blood Stone appeared!

No wonder Zhao Yulin was so frightened. This thing could indeed make most of the cultivators who had reached the Great Perfection of the Spiritual Gaze take risks.

"Don't you want to make a plan for yourself?"

Ling Wu Ce glanced at him sideways and joked.

Zhao Yulin was honest. He smiled awkwardly and then spoke.

"I have thought about it, but I'm afraid my parents will beat me to death."

Ling Wu Ce nodded with satisfaction. It was a good thing to be afraid. If everyone was as reckless as those cultivators from the sects in the world of cultivators, the world would be in chaos sooner or later.

The court has been planning for many years, and has always given priority to selecting monks from the military. Even the seedlings selected from the people are first baptized in the army before entering the monastic hall. Naturally, they do not want to cultivate a large number of unscrupulous monks.

Order and rules!
This is what the court wants.

"Let's go! I'm actually somewhat interested in the two evil cultivators you mentioned."

The eldest disciple of the Burial Flower Valley and the eldest disciple of the Hehuan Sect were not small fry, so Zhao Yulin really took advantage of the situation.

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The prison in Zhanzhou City.

As soon as the group entered the door, Nan Sheng couldn't help but burst out laughing.

What a bizarre scene.

A man with an effeminate appearance was tied to the rack, his body covered in blood, but his face showed no concern. A monk in front of him was whipping him with a whip, but he was still yawning. Judging from his appearance, he would probably fall asleep soon.

That’s all!
In the fine steel cell on the other side, a big monk with a head swollen like a pig's head was slapping his face with one hand, shouting while slapping.

"Don't fight, don't fight."

Not only her, even though Ling Wuce has seen countless people, he has never seen these two kinds of weirdos.

But as I watched, I felt something was wrong.

The man tied to the rack is still relatively safe, but there are dark clouds over his head and a deadly star is shining brightly among the clouds. This means he is bound to be unlucky.

But this big monk was somewhat interesting. In his dim vision, this was not an evil cultivator from the Burial Flower Valley, but clearly a high-level monk who had attained enlightenment.

Not only was the light of merit covering his entire body, but even the death star on his head was covered.

"You are not trying to take credit for your crime, are you? When your Che Dapao was in charge of the army, he hated these despicable tactics the most. If he knew about this, he would break your legs before you die."

Ling Wuce raised his eyes and gave Zhao Yulin a strange look, then spoke.

Zhao Yulin cried out that he was innocent, and then he yelled at Yan Kong.

"Yankong, stop hitting yourself first, tell me who you are?"

After he finished speaking, Yan Kong finally stopped pulling his hand, which had been pulling himself all day, and he looked at Zhao Yulin with gratitude.

"My name is Yan Kong, and I'm the eldest disciple of Buried Flower Valley."

(End of this chapter)