Zhu Tian: A journey of spiritual practice starting from Joy of Life

Chapter 46 Yishiju
"Um"

Emperor Qing stopped and looked around in confusion.

"His Majesty"

Gong Dian, the deputy commander of the Imperial Guards who looked similar to the demon monk Wuhua, looked at Emperor Qing and quickly stepped forward to block his way and asked, "Are there any thieves?"

Emperor Qing glanced at Gong Dian and said emotionlessly, "I will go into the temple alone to offer sacrifices. Do not let anyone enter the main hall."

Gong Dian was stunned for a moment, but immediately turned around and ordered the guards to protect the main hall to prevent anyone from causing trouble.

Lin Wan'er took the opportunity to get rid of the maid and ran into a side hall.

"I've already memorized Lin Wan'er's appearance. There's no need to waste time here. Yeah, he'll be here soon!"

After Leng Feibai finished speaking, he flapped his wings and flew out of the Qing Temple.

Not long after Leng Feibai left, a carriage drove up from a distance. A white-faced old man with a strong fragrance on his body urged the carriage to stop at the temple gate and said, "Master Fan, I have to go to the bathroom urgently. Please wait a moment!"

After saying this, the old man quickly walked away from the carriage.

Seeing this, Fan Xian jumped off the carriage and started wandering around.

At the same time, a bird fell from the roof of the car and landed on Fan Xian's shoulder.

"Little bird, you're still here!"

Fan Xian looked at the bird that had followed him all the way from Danzhou, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, indicating that the bird should land on his shoulder.

The bird transformed by Leng Feibai's clone rolled its eyes, but still landed on Fan Xian's shoulder.

"This bastard!"

Leng Feibai was watching around Fan Xian through his clone, watching Fan Xian and Gong Dian fighting, and watching him meet Lin Wan'er for the first time while she was hiding under the incense table and eating a chicken leg.

Leng Feibai secretly complained in his heart, "I came to Kyoto to investigate the assassination in Danzhou, but after meeting Lin Wan'er, I just... just..."

Leng Feibai thought of several adjectives, but because it was too disgusting, he just said it out loud.

After complaining for a while, Leng Feibai returned to the house, picked up his brush and ink, and began to sketch on the rice paper.

Not long after, an ink line drawing of Lin Wan'er appeared on the white paper.

"With this painting, Fan Xian should know who the chicken leg girl is."

Inside the Fan Mansion, Fan Xian was chatting with Fan Ruoruo, whom he had met again after a long time.

After hearing Fan Ruoruo say that her copy of Dream of the Red Chamber had become a bestseller among the young ladies of Kyoto, her face suddenly flushed.

"elder brother!"

Fan Ruoruo looked at the chicken leg in Fan Xian's hand and asked curiously, "What are you doing with a chicken leg?"

"This isn't a chicken drumstick, it's a girl!"

Fan Xian said this with a silly smile, and then told him everything that happened in the Qing Temple.

"whoosh"

There was a sound of breaking wind, and a rolled-up white paper flew in from the window and landed on the table between the two of them.

When the two men came to their senses, they couldn't help but be surprised. Fan Xian quickly stood up, ran to the window, and looked around.

Fan Ruoruo opened the scroll and saw the painting on it.

Seeing that no one was around, Fan Xian returned to Fan Ruoruo and asked curiously, "Ruoruo, what is this painting?"

"It's Lin Wan'er!"

Fan Ruoruo put the painting down and said, "This is the fiancée Dad found for you."

When Fan Xian heard this, he felt very bored and glanced away casually.

The next moment, Fan Xian said in panic, "Chicken Leg Girl!"

"nailed it!"

Leng Feibai was relieved when he saw that Fan Xian knew the identity of the chicken leg girl. "This way, Fan Xian won't have to go through all the trouble of breaking off the engagement and embarrassing himself." After saying that, Leng Feibai returned to his room and secretly sent a message to the clone who was following Fan Xian.

"Keep an eye on Lin Gong. If you find him going to see Si Lili, send me a message!"

After saying that, Leng Feibai picked up his pen and continued sketching on the yellow paper.

"Although the Tongtian Talisman allows me to directly cast the Condensation Talisman, this image recording talisman must be made into a real talisman to achieve the greatest effect."

Leng Feibai continued drawing as he spoke. The creation of talismans was extremely complex. Besides setting up an altar and activating Qi, there were also extremely high requirements for the materials and time required to create the talismans.

Starting five years ago, Leng Feibai spent two hours every night drawing talismans in his room. Only now did he have the ability to draw high-level talismans recorded in the talisman encyclopedia without relying on the Tongtian Talisman.

On the morning of the second day, in a private room by the window on the second floor of Yishiju in Kyoto, Leng Feibai, with a brand new look, silently enjoyed the food and wine on the table, and from time to time looked down at the pirated booksellers selling "Dream of the Red Chamber" on the street.

“That’s really fast!”

Leng Feibai sneered inwardly, "Chen Pingping really went to great lengths to provoke a fight between the Crown Prince and Fan Xian."

After entering Kyoto, Leng Feibai would go out for a stroll from time to time.

When he found someone selling the Dream of the Red Chamber, he went to buy a copy and asked around. He then learned that the Dream of the Red Chamber had been circulating among the people when Fan Xian set out from Danzhou.

"Or was this the idea of ​​that old loach in the palace? To give the Crown Prince an opportunity to attack Fan Xian?"

Leng Feibai was thinking in his mind when several familiar auras appeared in his perception.

"One of them has Ruoruo's aura, and the remaining two..."

Leng Feibai closed his eyes and concentrated, and the mental power in his brain immediately dissipated, and he began to perceive silently.

The remaining two people, one was a middle-aged man, his cultivation level was about seventh level, and he had countless daggers on his waist.

The other one was a short guy, and judging from his energy and blood, he was only a little over twelve years old.

If Leng Feibai guessed correctly, it was probably his adoptive father's youngest son, Fan Sizhe.

Leng Feibai picked up a piece of iron lion head with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, then looked outside silently.

Not long after, a blue figure flew up from the yard not far away and fled quickly into the distance. Shortly afterwards, Fan Xian's presence also appeared in Yishiju.

"Fan Xian is here too. That best general in the world should be arriving soon too."

Just a quarter of an hour after the words were spoken, there was a commotion outside.

Leng Feibai turned his head to look outside, and saw a group of guards coming up like hungry wolves, driving away the people selling the Red Mansion. At the same time, they snatched a book and respectfully came to the outside of a sedan chair, handing the Red Mansion in their hands into it.

A man about Fan Xian's age then emerged from the sedan chair, holding a crudely printed copy of "A Dream of Red Mansions." He sneered, threw the book to the ground, and said loudly, "Fellow villagers, I am Guo Baokun..."

Guo Baokun just spoke wildly for a while, and then defined "Dream of Red Mansions" as a vulgar thing that should be banned.

Leng Feibai sneered after hearing this and shouted outside, "What nonsense are you talking about in broad daylight? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Feibai secretly used Fenghou Qimen and summoned several falling lightning bolts out of thin air.

"Zhen Zi·Thunder"

The azure lightning fell and struck directly on the guards who were driving away the people.

The guards were knocked to the ground on the spot, their bodies covered in black, but they were not in danger of death.

This was also because Leng Feibai showed mercy, otherwise the few lightning strikes just now would have been enough to take the lives of these guards.

"Good chop!"

Fan Sizhe's voice came from the next room. He was determined to take over the sale of the Red Mansion. If it was really ruined by Guo Baokun, wouldn't that cut off his own source of income?

"Why didn't I chop you, you bastard!"

As Fan Sizhe spoke, he rushed down from the upstairs, pointing at Guo Baokun and cursing, "None of the Eighth Division of the Inspection Institute said this book was banned, and now you're the one speaking so brazenly here? What's the matter? You still want to meddle in the affairs of the Inspection Institute?"

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