Chapter 49 Tracking

Chapter 49 Tracking

The more the goatee monk thought about it, the more he thought it was possible.

He also felt that the Wuling Sect monks were determined to leave, and what they were looking for was probably not too important.

It is not important to high-level monks, but it is much more important to casual cultivators like them.

Now he is still wearing a low-grade robe and does not have a powerful killing weapon.

This is also the reason why he covets the sword and hairpin.

As long as he is in charge of a middle-grade magic weapon, he will have the capital to fight across levels. Even if his cultivation is only at the fifth level of Qi training, he can still have the right to speak in the enshrinement building.

It's a pity that all the casual cultivators wanted the middle-grade sword hairpin, but instead let the sword hairpin stay safely in the treasure house.

Now that there is another clue, Brother Goatbeard feels that he needs to find out.

Even if what you get in the end is not satisfactory, it is still a wish.

The province has always been troubled in my heart.

After walking out of the room, the goatee monk went straight to the small building where Lu Chengyi was.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou is a rare visitor."

Lu Chengyi handed over his hand, seemingly not surprised by the arrival of the goatee monk.

Zhou Liang touched his goatee and laughed: "Fellow Daoist Lu is busy, so I don't want to disturb you."

The two looked at each other and smiled, but neither of them exchanged much greetings.

After all, they are all worshiped by Daliang, and they have known each other for a long time.

Anyone who can become a Qi practitioner as an ordinary person is not a fool.

Smart people can handle things better.

Just the intention of visiting the door can make you understand a lot of things.

"I wonder how Fellow Daoist Lu knew that high-ranking member of the Five Spirits Sect?" Zhou Liang brought the topic back to Mo Qi, hoping to get more information from Old Daoist Lu.

Old Taoist Lu put his hands in his hands and smiled gently: "Fellow Daoist Zhou is going to ask, what is it that Friend Daoist Mo is looking for?"

Zhou Liang was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "I still can't hide this from you, an old cow nose."

"That's right, I want to know what the high-ranking man is looking for, which is worth the half-month trip to Liangdu with serious injuries."

Old Lu shook his head: "I don't know, it should be related to the demon cultivator."

"We have examined the corpse of the demon cultivator in detail. There is no secret at all. In other words, it should be an object."

He was not stupid either. He told his guess and observed Zhou Liang's reaction.

Zhou Liang didn't make any move, his expression was as usual.

It seems that Zhou Liang has also analyzed it. Even if he has not analyzed it, he has roughly noticed something.

Otherwise, Zhou Liang would not have come to look for him at this juncture, probably just to get some useful information from him.

Or maybe Zhou Liang himself suspected that he had taken the things.

"Didn't you really put the things away?" Zhou Liang stared at Mr. Lu and asked the truth as if he was joking.

Lu Laodao did not defend himself, but gave Zhou Liang a meaningful look.

Zhou Liang suddenly felt uncomfortable, and even the smile on his face faded a lot.

Saying goodbye in a hurry, Zhou Liang went straight to the courtyard where the Taoist boys gathered.

"Find the Taoist boy who welcomed the corpses of the two worshipers and demon cultivators a month ago."

This matter has actually been asked in front of Mo Qi, but Zhou Liang felt that he needed to hear it again.

The boy recounted the situation of that day again.

There was no difference, and in front of so many people, Mr. Lu did not put away his things.

Of course, even if they put something away, with Lu Laodao's strength at the sixth level of Qi training, they would not dare to ask for it directly.

Since he didn't even hide the middle-grade sword hairpin, it means he most likely didn't take it.

After letting the boy go, Zhou Liang frowned and walked towards his courtyard.

I thought about it all night.

I didn't sleep all night, and I didn't meditate.

My goatee is almost gone.

I don’t know how many hairs I scratched.

He bent over his desk to write and draw pictures, and wrote down what the Taoist boy had recited.

At the same time, those who appeared in it were also listed.

Lines are also used to describe the relationships between characters.

Until the sky becomes brighter in the east and the morning sun twinkles.

Zhou Liang slapped his head fiercely.

Suddenly.

A month ago, a battle broke out, causing the high gate of Wuling Sect to be injured, and then people from the imperial court transported the body back.

None of the talismans and magic weapons on them were lost.

But what if when the battlefield was being cleaned, someone thought it was good stuff to put into their pocket?

The treasures were concealed and were regarded as ordinary gold and silver property.

Moreover, so many people have been investigated, and there are still a few people who came into contact with the treasure that have not been investigated.

Only the people from the court who transported the body back were left.

Now that he had thought about this, Zhou Liang threw what he had written into the brazier and burned it, changed his clothes and left the attic.

He did not go straight to Xiuyiwei Nanya, but went to Fangshi.

First, we had breakfast on the roadside and drank a lot of soup. Then we went to the tea house and had morning tea.

It was delayed for a long time.

Until the tail behind him is shaken off.

Later arrived at the teahouse.

Listen to the storyteller tell magical and strange stories.

He talked about the immortals coming and going, winning applause from everyone scattered around the seats.

Zhou Liang laughed.

Even he, a Qi practitioner, didn't understand the world of monks.

Most of these so-called magical stories are fabricated.

Most of them are poor boys who get the opportunity and soar into the sky, traveling around the world and taking their beauty with them.

Zhou Liang turned his hand and took out a silver needle, stuck it on his index finger and squeezed out a drop of blood, which fell on the yellow talisman paper.

The talisman was immediately tied into a rough paper figure and he hid it under the table.

He threw down ten copper coins and left the teahouse.

Zhou Liang looked back. He didn't know who was following him, but this little trick of Li Daitao's breath transfer was enough to drag down the monk behind him.

The embroidery guards of Nanya are on duty.

The white and fat Qianhu came out in fear: "Master Immortal, don't blame me, I just received the news."

"It's okay." The tall and skinny monk with a goatee stopped the white and fat Qianhu's apology, and immediately asked: "Do you know who escorted the body of the Immortal Master from the Enshrining Tower back?"

Bai Fat Qianhu was stunned for a moment, and asked in a low voice with some uncertainty: "The one from a month ago?"

The posture is very low.

"That's right." Zhou Liang nodded and his eyes lit up.

These thousand households could still remember what happened that day, which seemed really impressive.

Although it can't explain anything, it would be good to have news.

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Fat Bai Qianhu's forehead. He was muttering in his heart and only felt panic.

Could it be that he got a favor by escorting the immortal master's body to the old man?

Now that the immortal master has freed his hands, isn't he going to teach him a lesson?

If this is the case, it would be unwise to offend Old Man Xiang.

But who would have thought that Old Man Xiang would have an immortal master as his background.

"Difficulties?"

Zhou Liang couldn't help but frown when he saw the white and fat Qianhu sweating profusely.

This man is too weak. He is just asking, why is he so scared?

And he seems to have no internal energy and is completely human.

Although he was scared and even wanted to run away on the spot, Bai Fat Qianhu still stumbled and asked: "No, no, I don't know what the immortal master wants to ask about?"

Zhou Liang felt even more weird. He didn't want to delay the important event, so he repeated it in detail: "Who are the people who escorted the body back? Is there a roster?"

"have."

"Come on, get the list of the embroidered guards who escorted the immortal master's body a month ago."

With just a simple order, the embroidered guard beside him hurriedly fetched the roster.

There were twenty-five people in total, but only twenty came back, and five soldiers were killed.

Zhou Liang wrote down the addresses of the remaining twenty people and was about to leave when he was stopped by Bai Fat Qianhu.

The white and fat Qianhu looked at Zhou Liang with fear, and asked cautiously: "Master Immortal, do you know Old Man Xiang and the others?"

Zhou Liang didn't think much about it, but scolded: "Don't know things that you shouldn't know."

The immortal master left, and the white and fat Qianhu fell to the ground.

I can't help but wonder, have I really gotten into a big trouble?

Regardless of whether he knew him or not, if he finally got involved and complained to the old man again, his life would be at risk.

Although it seems that the immortal master does not know Old Man Xiang, he is not afraid of ten thousand, but there is no guarantee.