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Episode 1: Disciples of the Heavenly Disciple 1.2 Standing tall on the sky and on the earth, Buddha¡¯s middle finger Part 2

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    With a flick of the finger, the talisman ignited silently.  The three dead souls and their respective corpses were swallowed up by the fire in an instant and turned into ashes on the ground.  There was a faint fish-belly white color in the sky. Bi Fang dusted his sleeves and turned to look in the direction of Xiayi Tea House with disdain.  "Inscription Master Hey! Hey!" The figure disappeared in a flash, leaving only a room full of ashes churning in the dilapidated Earth Temple.  I don¡¯t know what kind of benefits the old man promised, but the shopkeeper actually let Wu Ming sleep peacefully. He moved upstairs and downstairs, moved chairs and wiped tables, and worked alone early in the morning.  After removing the door leaf, I saw a man in black standing straight in front of the door.  The old shopkeeper twitched the corners of his mouth and grinned silently. Bi Fang gathered his sleeves and stepped in: "Shopkeeper, bring me a pot of tea."  The storyteller in linen clothes and a black scarf was slowly walking down the stairs.  "Master Qian, you must be polite." The man in black raised his glass from afar.  "Qian Mozi of Fantianmen has met the envoy." The storyteller returned the courtesy and walked to sit opposite Bifang.  "Headmaster Qian, what happened in Pig Cage Alley" "It was indeed me." Picking up the mist-shrouded tea, Qian Mo took a sip happily.  "Okay." Bi Fang nodded and was about to stand up when Qian Mo said again: "You can't catch that young man." Bi Fang's expression condensed, "Chief Qian, they have nothing to do with Fantian Clan, and the perpetrator is here.  The previous young man from the Wu family had never been involved with your sect." The pig-carrying butcher who was beaten to death by the rogue leader was a regular customer of the teahouse and recognized the young man.  Qian Mo flicked his sleeves: "Before yesterday, I had nothing to do with him. It's just that the envoy came half a step late. I just took him in last night." A trace of disdain flashed at the corner of Bifang's mouth, "  Even if you enter Fantianmen, you won't have to pay for your life." Qian Mo raised his eyebrows, "There are differences between people, so let's follow our rules." A layer of anger suddenly appeared on Bifang's cold face, "Little one.  The little Fantianmen dares to show off in front of me! Anyway, today I will let you know that Fulu is the authentic one!" Before he finished speaking, a line of fire went straight to Qianmo's front door.  The No. 1 inscription master in Yunei opened his sleeves and bumped head-on.  Whoops!  The fierce fire burned it instantly, burning away the linen sleeves in a blink of an eye, revealing half of the black arm.  The simple inscription suddenly rose up like a tattoo from the arm burned by the fire, shooting out thousands of feet of blood!  The bones exploded, and the inscription master's arm instantly swelled several times, and he rushed to grab the patrol envoy who was about to take the second talisman!  A beast roared out of thin air, the light claws ripped through the air and tore the talisman into pieces, then crashed into Bi Fang's chest!  Poof - time and space suddenly expanded, Bifang's fists were placed across his chest, and he was forcefully knocked away.  "The unicorn splits the sky" Accompanied by the ferocious remains of the policeman, a stream of blood shot straight from the square table to the street entrance.  In just one encounter, the legendary Brahma inspector¡¯s stool and blood spattered the tea shop, and he didn¡¯t even know where his corpse was!  "Fuck! You haven't even mastered your natal talisman yet, yet you dare to show it up in front of me!" Qian Mo's facial features were distorted. Why did he seem to be injured more seriously than Bifang?  "Wow" Wu Ming exclaimed from behind. Qian Mo slapped his forehead with his palm, breaking up the huddled facial features. He quickly covered his twitching arms and bared his teeth at the young man rushing to his side.  "Wow, Master, why are you smiling uglier than crying?" "Is that so? Master, this is called compassion, and I'm just mourning for the guy who spurted blood just now." He gritted his teeth and said this, unable to hold back his tears.  All squeezed out.  "Wow! Master, you are really wise. You are as compassionate as your dead father!" The young man's eyes rolled around, and he glanced at Qian Mo's arm hidden behind his back, intentionally or unintentionally.  "Ahem! Disciple, go see if that guy is dead. Even though he is just a small third-level patrol officer, you still don't want to have any quarrel with Brahma. You must know that safety comes first when traveling in the world" Wu Ming followed the dazzling bloodstains.  Look for it on the street.  After passing through three broken walls and four ditches, I found the end of the bloodstain in an abandoned house.  Apart from the broken tiles and broken wood, there was also a large pool of blood, but no body.  The young man could not help but let out a sigh of relief and was about to leave when he found a fine silver badge in a corner.  The simple small seal script on the silver emblem of 'Brahma Heaven' marks the extraordinary identity of the owner.  I always felt that it was a prickly thing and I should have thrown it away, but the young man thought about it and stuffed it into his arms.  Anyway, it's a bargain, don't take advantage of it.  "Master, I didn't see anyone alive." The young man opened the door curtain, bent down and got in.  "Dead?" Qian Mo was stunned.  "I didn't see any dead people.""" The young man poured away the remaining tea and refilled himself a cup. "U¡ª¡ª" Yu Nei's first inscription master took a deep breath, "This is the best.  " Wu Ming rolled his eyes and said with a hint of disdain: "Master, I see you are quite handsome in action, why are you afraid of being like this after you hit someone.  " Qian Mo was not annoyed, and still smiled and said: "Disciple, when you are traveling in the world, remember to leave when you see good things. As the saying goes, leave three sides of things so that we can meet again in the future" Wu Ming shrugged and asked again.  : "Master, what did that person mean by 'Fu Lu Zhengzong' just now?  " Qian Mo knew that he couldn't hide it from the shrewd boy in front of him, so he immediately put down the pottery bowl and said, "The inscriptions and talismans are from the same ancestral lineage.  Talisman masters and inscription masters come from the same sect, and they fought side by side against the monsters of the ancient times.  However, the world only knows the talisman and does not know the inscription because it!  " Bang! As he spoke, Qian Mo threw a pile of yellow paper on the table. " Paper?  "Wu Ming is still confused. "Yes!  "Qian Mo's facial features that had just returned to their positions began to gather in the center again, and he sighed with complicated emotions: "Paper!  "Perhaps all the inscription masters of Fantianmen in the past dynasties would ask this question, so Qian Mo took the trouble to explain: "Disciple, do you know where the inscriptions and talismans were carved at the beginning of the world?  " "Oracle bones?  "Wu Ming had a flash of inspiration. "Yes, later on there was a Suiren clan who drilled wood to make fire, and the art of smelting was first developed in the East.  The inscriptions were gradually cast on the bronze tripod, and the talismans were carved on the magic skin.  " "It's clear.  Wu Ming suddenly realized, "Although Talisman and Inscription were separated at that time, the difference is probably not big."  Perhaps the status of the inscription master at that time was higher than that of the talisman master.  Otherwise, there would be no inscriptions engraved on the bronze tripod, which is a national treasure, and the magic skin needed to draw the talisman would probably be difficult to obtain" The more Wu Ming thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and couldn't help but shed tears: "I never thought about any fool who would cut off his descendants.  The fork actually made paper!  When we stupidly carried the cauldron and rushed to kill, someone else casually took out a stack of paper from his arms!  Needless to say, we are in tragedy" Wu Ming held his chest in severe pain, pointed at the tip of the old man's nose and cursed intermittently: "I said, I said, how come you are the only inscription master in the whole world  ¡­oops!  " Thinking of the talismans scattered all over the sky, and then thinking of his doomed tragic future, Wu Ming screamed and threw himself on the table. "Alas!  No matter what, he looks dead.  "Taking out a bottle of quick-acting Jiuxin Pills from his arms, Qian Mo quickly pried open the young man's teeth and stuffed it in.
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