A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 251 Homing Pigeon
It was the second half of the night and the temple keeper was in deep sleep. He turned over and was suddenly awakened by the urge to pee. He squinted and reached under the bed. After searching for a while, he remembered that he had accidentally broken the chamber pot when he was washing it this morning and had not bought a new one yet.

"oops!"

The temple keeper muttered something, wrapped himself in the quilt and went back to sleep. The chamber pot was broken, and it was the coldest time of the year, and he really didn't want to get up and freeze, so he held his urine and continued to sleep.

But not long after, the temple keeper, apparently because he had to urinate too much, threw off the quilt, put on his cotton coat and walked out of the room, walked to the vegetable garden in the corner of the yard, and unbuttoned his pants...

The temple keeper just shivered after releasing the water, when suddenly a dark shadow jumped in from outside the yard.

"Who?" the temple keeper shouted while holding up his trousers.

The black shadow coughed and said, "It's me."

The temple keeper's face changed when he heard this, and the pants he was holding in his hand almost slipped off. He asked, "What's wrong with you? Why didn't you use such a secret way of contacting me? Why did you come directly to see me?"

"It's urgent. There's no time. Wei Yutian's secret mandala was just destroyed by Shen Yanliu!"

"What..." This time the temple keeper's pants really fell down, revealing two rather smooth and round legs. They were not the skinny and shriveled legs of a sixty-year-old man at all.

In the dark night, the back door of the City God Temple opened a crack, and a beggar staggered out from inside. The back door of the City God Temple faced the wild lake. This time, the beggar did not use his body to cross the lake again, but staggered along the lake...

After sending the beggar away, the temple keeper held a lantern and went to a cage in the backyard. There were more than ten pigeons in the cage, but there were only three carrier pigeons.

The temple keeper looked at the pigeons in the cage with the dim light of the lantern. He reached in and took one out, but found that it was not the one that went to Jiuchong County, so he put it back in.

The temple keeper finally found the carrier pigeon he was looking for on the second try.

Xiangu County, Tanghe County, and Jiuchong County are three counties that form a pincer attack, with Tanghe County in the middle.

Moreover, Tanghe County has not established a branch of the Filthy Blood Cult.

The temple keeper held the pigeon and carefully tied the thin wooden tube stuffed with the paper information to the pigeon's thin legs. Then he touched the pigeon's head and released it into the night.

The pigeon flew out of the City God Temple, flapped its wings, and flew into the dark night.

The temple keeper watched the pigeon disappear into the night, his eyes flickering as he murmured, "It should be in time... If not, I will have to move to another place... I have been here for most of my life, every tree and blade of grass is so familiar to me, and my life is so comfortable, I really can't bear to leave..."

As the temple keeper was talking, he no longer felt sleepy and started practicing qigong in the open space in the backyard.

The temple keeper had just practiced for a while when a thin streak of blood suddenly appeared in his ears. The temple keeper was moved and immediately covered his ears with his hands, saying, "I know you are thirsty. I am thirsty too. Isn't there anything I can do? The situation is tense, just bear it for a while..."

The temple keeper said this and sighed helplessly.

The captain had originally disagreed with Wei Yutian's plan to build a secret mandala in that house. There were too many spies in the city, and once it was exposed, there would be no room for maneuver.

But later, Wei Yutian insisted again and again, and the leader let him go. However, the leader also strictly forbade other believers in the branch to practice in Wei Yutian's secret mandala.

Only Luan Jingfu and Wei Yutian, who had a good relationship, went there several times privately, and the captain just turned a blind eye.

Unexpectedly, something really happened to Wei Yutian.

Fortunately, the captain is wise, otherwise all the brothers in the branch would have been wiped out.
The temple keeper thought so, and his respect for Ruan Fengshan deepened. The temple keeper was already over sixty years old, and he joined the Filthy Blood Sect two years ago. Two years ago, he had a serious illness and was about to die. Ruan Fengshan came to visit him and secretly told him that there was a martial art that could cure his illness.

The temple keeper had been in despair, but at this moment he suddenly grabbed a straw as if he was drowning.

Ruan Fengshan took him to a mysterious place and began to practice a strange martial art.

This martial art really cured the temple keeper's illness, and all his long-standing minor ailments were gone, even the jock itch at the base of his thigh was cured.

But this martial art is also very strange and terrifying when practiced!
Gradually, the temple keeper knew what kind of martial arts he practiced. This was the Filthy Blood Sect, which was wanted by the Taiyi Sect throughout the territory.

But at that time, the temple keeper could no longer extricate himself. Because the Divine Art of Filthy Blood could not only cure diseases, but also nourish himself by devouring the flesh and blood of others, thus delaying aging, which was equivalent to increasing his lifespan. Here, Shen Yanliu and Li Zhong had already led a large group of people to surround Luan Jingfu's mansion.

Li Zhong poured his inner breath into it, unleashing all the strength of the third level of the Inner Breath Realm. With one palm he broke the bolt of the Luan Mansion's door. Amidst flying wood chips, a group of people rushed in.

As soon as the doorman rushed out, he was knocked unconscious to the ground by a yamen runner with a water or fire stick.

Inside the mansion, chaotic shouts were heard from all around.

Luan Bao rushed out with a knife and knocked down a yamen runner. When Li Chong was about to go over, Shen Yanliu suddenly flashed out and slapped Luan Bao on his dantian.

Shen Yanliu controlled the strength and only destroyed Luan Bao's dantian without hurting his life.

But even so, Luan Bao flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, fell to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, his face as pale as death.

He knew that his Dantian was destroyed.

When a person knows that he has become a useless person, he is actually at a loss... Moreover, he is still a young Luan Bao...

At this moment, bursts of horse neighing were heard from the backyard of the Luan Mansion. The chaotic noises everywhere obviously startled the horses in the stable.

Shen Yanliu looked at Li Zhong and said, "Li Zhong, keep everyone under guard until I come back to interrogate them."

"Yes!" Li Zhong clasped his fists and said in a deep voice.

After Shen Yanliu finished speaking, he flashed to the stable in the backyard. There were five horses in the stable. Shen Yanliu picked a very majestic black horse, straddled the horse, passed through the yard, and whistled away from the front gate...

With blood in his mouth, Luan Bao watched Shen Yanliu riding away on his horse and murmured, "Hei Ling'er is my horse! My..."

Shen Yanliu galloped on his horse. In the dark night, the horse's hooves stepped on the bluestone slabs, making a sound of metal and stone, disturbing the sweet dreams of countless people...

Shen Yanliu rode to the east city gate and shouted, "Open the gate!"

The guard shouted, "Who is it? It's the middle of the night, and you're in such a hurry..."

The man approached with a torch in hand as he spoke. Under the blazing flames, Shen Yanliu was seen dressed in official attire, his face ashen.

The man was so frightened that he trembled, and the torch in his hand tilted, almost singeing his hair. "County... County Master..."

"Shut up and open the door!" Shen Yanliu roared.

The city gate opened with a bang, and Shen Yanliu rode his horse along the official road, heading towards Linxian and Tanghe counties.

It was said that in the afternoon, Luan Jingfu and Sun Huang, each riding a horse, walked out of the East Gate leisurely. After leaving the city, they walked along the official road for a long time before they started to speed up.

When the two arrived in Tanghe County, it was already dusk. Sun Huang was anxious to go back, but seeing Luan Jingfu's slow pace, he didn't want to rush him.

After finally delivering the letter dart, Luan Jingfu actually wanted to treat Sun Huang to a drink.

Sun Huang refused, saying that the eldest woman in the family was fierce and would quarrel with him if she knew he was drinking.

"You are my husband! We are living on the edge of a knife out there, so what's wrong with drinking some wine? Besides, this happened in Tanghe County, how would your wife know about it? Just listen to me, nothing will happen!"

Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Sun Huang had to follow Luan Jingfu.

Although the brothel in Tanghe County was not as famous as the Huayinglou in Xiangu County, the food and wine and the women were just as good. After a night, both of them were drunk.

When it was just getting light, they walked out with unsteady steps. The pimp of the brothel brought a horse, and the two of them rode on the horse, staggering towards the west gate.

(End of this chapter)