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Text Chapter 261: Mortal Drama, Demonic Ancestor Revealed

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    The three identities reported by Du Banshan immediately stunned Mr. Sima Wenchi, who had seen many storms.  They are just disciples of Taiyi Hall, Kunlun Immortal Sect. Although Kunlun and Zhongnan are equally famous Taoist sects in Jiuzhou, since the old man has a way to seek immortal fate for Sima Chen, then the disciples of Taoist sects are not the same in his eyes.  Not very unusual.  But with the important status of "Liangzhou Prefecture's Deacon", the old gentleman's expression could not help but be awe-inspiring.  In the ordinary world, Mr. Sima Wenchi is the local emperor in the Shuocheng area in the northwest. If he stamps his feet, the entire Luoyankou will shake three times.  But the Immortal Deacon of Liangzhou Prefecture's Consecration Pavilion, especially the Immortal Deacon who is responsible for monitoring Shuocheng, is the immortal figure sitting in the clouds above the head of the earth emperor.  Although the Taoist enshrinement pavilion strictly adheres to the immortal rituals and will never easily interfere with trivial matters in the world. The deacons and disciples sent can only hide in the sky and overlook the common people, and cannot take action without the instruction of the law, but if something really hinders the great  If Yong Qi is lucky, or if strange people from the Chihu Kingdom come across the desert, these immortal masters who are the deacons of the Consecration Pavilion will show up and kill the troublemakers with thunderous means.  Mr. Sima Wenchi once had the honor to visit the six great deacons of the Liangzhou Prefecture's Consecration Pavilion with the Commander-in-Chief of the Northwest Army. He also knew that the Consecration Pavilion specially sent a capable deacon disciple to guard Luoyankou and supervise everything in Shuocheng.  But the old gentleman has never seen the true face of this deacon immortal master.  For Mr. Sima Wenchi, who is upright by nature, he actually doesn¡¯t mind at all that there is an eye in the sky that keeps watching the goings-on inside and outside Shuo City.  The old man has been a chivalrous man, hates evil and abides by the righteous rules of martial arts all his life, and he is strict in running his family. People in Sima's mansion never dare to get involved in those dirty things.  Therefore, the old gentleman believed that rather than saying that the deacon of the Enshrinement Pavilion was supervising Shuocheng, it was better to say that he was secretly helping him protect this prosperous town.  The Sima family would never do anything harmful to nature, so the old man never worried that the immortal masters in the enshrinement pavilion would do anything bad to him. And Sima Wenchi couldn't stop those hidden situations that ordinary people couldn't intervene in.  The strange man Chihu Feitian lived in, so naturally the Immortal Master, the deacon of the Consecration Pavilion, took care of the food for him.  So when he heard Du Banshan introduce himself to his family, Mr. Sima Wenchi immediately suppressed his anger and raised his eyes to look up and down at the young yellow-robed Taoist standing next to Sima Yan.  But when Du Banshan reported his third identity, the old man¡¯s eyes suddenly moved to Sima Yan.  It was as if he had never seen his little daughter before, and he could no longer look away.  Sima Yan felt uncomfortable when her father looked at her. She lowered her head, blushed, and muttered: "Dad" "Deacon Du is polite." Mr. Sima Wenchi converged his eyes and gave Du Banshan a fist.  He asked respectfully: "The old man's eyes and ears are dim, and he has never heard clearly. But just now, the deacon said that you are Yan'er's fellow senior brother?" Du Banshan raised his hand and bowed: "Yes, junior sister Sima Yan is me.  The true disciple of Taiyi Hall of Kunlun Immortal Sect, whose name has been recorded in the Immortal Genealogy of Yaochi Group. My revered master of Taiyi Hall is called "Diyin", and I am one of the thirty-six elders of Kunlun Immortal Sect.  Junior Sister Yan is practicing under the Taiyi Hall and listening to Master Diyin's lecture on the Kunlun Complete Truth. They are indeed brothers and sisters of the same discipline." Old Mr. Sima Wenchi let out a long breath, and the expression on his face changed.  , there is surprise, joy, and anger.  Sima Yan clenched the corner of his clothes tightly and whispered: "Yan'er knows that he was wrong. This matter should not have been hidden from dad." The old man slowly shook his head and asked in a deep voice: "How many years have you been practicing Taoism?  ?¡± ¡°My daughter met Master Diyin ten years ago, but because my hidden spiritual roots were not fully manifested until three years ago, I have only been practicing Taoism and Qi for more than two years,¡± Sima Yan said in a low voice, not daring to raise his head.  He replied, "Because the master is in solitary confinement, Senior Brother Du is now teaching the art on his behalf." "Does your mother know about this?" "My mother knows. It's just because of the incident with the Tian family in Liaodong, so my daughter  I never dared to tell my father." The threads on Sima Yan's sleeves were now rubbed by her.  "Confused!" Sima Wenchi scolded, but the old man's face was clearly full of joy and pride that could not be concealed, "You have won the fate of immortality. That is the best thing in the world. Why do you want to do it?"  Hiding it from me? If dad knew that you had joined the Kunlun Immortal Sect, how could he let you get married to the Tian family? How could you, a true disciple of the Kunlun Immortal Sect, be worthy of me when I return to the house?  Go in and send their betrothal gifts back to Liaodong immediately. If Mr. Tian knew that you were practicing Taoism in the Kunlun Immortal Sect, I don¡¯t think he would be able to get angry. It would be the same if another daughter married into our Sima family! " Sima Yan's eyes!  As soon as he lit up, he raised his head with a face full of joy, and couldn't help but glance at Du Banshan secretly, with a blush flying on his cheeks.    Du Banshan couldn¡¯t see the little demeanor of his junior sister, but Sima Wenchi opposite him saw it clearly. The old man¡¯s mind changed and he immediately understood what his daughter was thinking. When he looked at Du Banshan again, the look in Mr. Wenchi¡¯s eyes  , already a little more close.  It turned out that the second son had lost his spiritual root inexplicably, and the old man felt as if he had missed a step and fell off a cliff. His heart was burning with fire, and he was holding his breath and had nowhere to go.  But unexpectedly, in a sudden turn of events, his youngest daughter actually practiced Taoism and was also a true disciple of the Kunlun Immortal Sect. This was much better than Sima Chen's status as a mere outer disciple of the Zhongnan Immortal Sect.  ¡°In addition, Du Banshan, the deacon of Liangzhou Prefecture¡¯s Consecration Pavilion who was ordered to supervise Shuocheng, turned out to be the younger daughter¡¯s fellow disciple, and it seemed that the relationship between the two was very close.  Although Mr. Sima Wenchi didn't know Du Banshan's character, he knew his daughter's vision and mind very well.  This sudden joy came from heaven, and Mr. Sima Wenchi was so happy that he forgot about Sima Chen who was lying on the bed at home.  Du Banshan expected that Mr. Sima Wenchi would be very happy to reveal that Sima Yan was a true disciple of the Kunlun Immortal Sect. However, he still had to explain the matter about Sima Chen to avoid doubts in others' minds.  He nodded towards Mr. Sima and said: "Master Sima, I am indeed the one who showed up last night to chase away the young master Sima Chen. But it was not Du Banshan who had Sima Chen's spiritual roots uprooted. Once he came to Kunlun  The two sects of Zhongnan and Zhongnan are both authentic Taoist sects, originating from the same lineage. They have been helping each other for thousands of years and have been connected with each other. As a disciple of Kunlun, I strictly abide by the sect rules and will never attack your son. Secondly, according to what the old gentleman just said  In this situation, he could pull out his spiritual roots from a living person's body and cut off his heart veins, and then shatter the Zhongnan Immortal Sect's message jade talisman through the air. With Du Banshan's current cultivation level, he couldn't do these two things at all.  It is extremely difficult to shatter the Zhongnan Message Jade Talisman through the air. Only the Huandan Dzogchen cultivator from the Zhongnan Xian Sect can do it personally. " After hearing what Du Banshan said, Mr. Sima Wenchi changed his mind.  Then he thought of his second son who had suffered a disaster.  His expression darkened, and he frowned and asked, "According to what Deacon Du said, Chen'er was destroyed at the hands of his Zhongnan Immortal Sect master?" "Dumou doesn't know the truth and doesn't dare to make any assumptions." Du Banshan looked cautious.  He said, "The situation last night was probably far beyond what Sima Daxia and Junior Sister could have imagined. Even Du was suppressed by someone with great supernatural powers, sealing off his five senses and unable to hear external affairs. The only thing Du knew was that  There must have been an expert showing up last night, and there might have been a thrilling battle. Even now, the energy of heaven and earth within a hundred miles of Shuo City is still extremely thin, less than 10% of what it used to be.  It can be seen that the master who came here last night has already reached the level of heaven and earth." "Is it possible that the 'Returning Pill Perfection' immortal master mentioned by Deacon Du has come to Shuocheng?" Du Banshan shook his head and said.  : "My master, Mr. Diyin, was in the realm of the Great Perfection of the Nine Transformations of Returning the Pill before going into seclusion, and he has painstakingly practiced the skill of returning the pill to perfection for ten years. He is worthy of attaining the Xuanzhu Dao.  Guo's high-level cultivation, but I think that even if the master comes to fight with others, it is impossible to cause such a strange phenomenon. I am afraid that the Taoist master who has come to Shuo City has already become a land god!  "Old Mr. Sima Wenchi tried his best to imagine, but he still couldn't understand the immortal realm above the Taoist Mysterious Pearl.  For him, a mortal martial arts master, the cultivator of the Return of the Pill is already an incredible master, and the cultivator of the Nine Revolutions of the Return of the Pill is an unbelievable and unparalleled person, and the monk who is still above the Nine Revolutions of the Return of the Pill is a great master.  , what kind of situation will it be?  Could it be that he is really like the celestial god in the fairy tale, who just stares and exhales and shakes the earth apart, and makes the stars fall with just a stretch of his hand?  Du Banshan also stopped talking and did not dare to talk nonsense.  He stretched out a finger, put it in front of his lips, and said softly: "Master Sima, there must be an expert in Shuocheng." The old gentleman trembled, his face turned pale, and his eyes involuntarily swam around.  After a long while, he sighed and said: "There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people. If it weren't for us, we wouldn't realize that this place is infinite." Yu He hid in the lobby of Shunping Tower, looking at Du Banshan and Sima with spiritual thoughts.  Mr. Wen Chi had a cautious expression on his face. He burst into laughter and thought to himself: "Xiao Du, Xiao Du! There are no land gods at all in Shuocheng. There is very little Yuan Qi around. It's just my eldest brother and sister-in-law who are heavenly gods."  The manifestation of the Dao Fruit Dharma Body is just a few visions of heaven and earth. And that drunken little Yu Zi is the oriole behind your mantis. "Wait a minute!" A thought suddenly flashed in Yu He's mind.  "I am here to mix things up, but the mantis is behind the cicada, and the oriole is not necessarily the last link. In the eyes of the lurking hunter, the little oriole is just a chopstick of meat. There are mountains outside the mountains, and people  There are people outside, maybe behind me, watching the joke?¡±  Thinking of this, a chill ran down Yu He's back. He suddenly felt his scalp numb and the cold hairs all over his body stood up.  Suddenly, Yu He seemed to feel someone blowing a breath of cool air on the back of his neck, but he turned his head sharply, but there was no one behind him.  Was that an illusion just now?  Yu He scratched his hair.  If a Taoist cultivator sits down and forgets to touch his heart and stir up his spiritual thoughts, it is logically impossible for him to have any illusions. All whims and flashes of inspiration are revealed by heaven.  It's a pity that he doesn't know the art of Yi Shu's divination. Even if he has some clues, he can't deduce the good or bad future from these clues.  With such a strange appearance, Yu He could only remind himself secretly that he had better act with caution.  Here, Yu He became suspicious, but in front of the jingshe in the south of the back courtyard, the four young and old were chatting harmoniously.  For the sake of Du Banshan, Mr. Sima Wenchi didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, so he didn't mention anything about Luo Huanyu. This made the boss Sima Sheng let out a sigh of relief.  But since the old man came to Shunping Restaurant in person, Sima Sheng and Sima Yan could no longer live in the Jingshe in the back garden of Shunping Building no matter what, and had to go back to the Sima family mansion.  Mr. Sima Wenchi strongly invited Du Banshan to sit and drink tea at Sima Mansion, saying that he wanted to express his gratitude to Du Banshan for the care and education he had given to his little daughter Sima Yan.  Due to his status as the deacon of the Sacrifice Pavilion, Du Banshan tried his best to shirk it at first, but Sima Yan secretly tugged at the corner of his senior brother's clothes. Du Banshan lowered his head and saw that his junior sister had a hopeful look on her face, as if she really wanted him to go to Sima's mansion with her.  Senior Brother Banshan sighed inwardly and thought to himself: "That's all, my identity has been exposed anyway, so it doesn't matter. If you still want to hide secretly in Shuocheng Old Street in the future without being known, then just change your appearance." So.  Du Banshan reluctantly nodded, and Mr. Sima Wenchi personally led the way. The four of them walked through the courtyard, exited the side door, and walked towards the carriage parked at the street corner.  Before getting into the car, Du Banshan glanced at the restaurant lobby, and suddenly lowered his voice and said to Sima Yan: "Junior sister, you have to find a cook to help me. It's almost noon, and the kitchen can't be left unattended.  "Sima Yan said with a chuckle: "Don't worry, Master Xiao Du. I will ask the cook at home to keep Shunpinglou's business prosperous." Du Banshan blushed and said, "Thank you, junior sister.  !¡± This conversation was heard in Sima Wenchi¡¯s ears, and the old man smiled and nodded.  The Sima family's three and Du Banshan left the Shunping Tower, and the situation in the backyard was a bit subtle.  As early as when Mr. Sima Wenchi strode toward the monastery in a menacing manner, Sima Yan, who received the urgent report, issued several commands.  The maid who was hiding in the monastery pretending to be Luo Huanyu still followed the original plan and continued to act as a substitute for Luo Huanyu.  A group of guards did not return to Sima's mansion with their brothers and sisters, but stayed in the back courtyard of Shunping Building to deal with the incident. If Sima Yan had new instructions, he would try to pass them on through the mouth of shopkeeper Lao Kang.  Just before Sima Yan opened the door and left the monastery to meet her father Sima Wenchi, she solemnly told Luo Huanyu that she must take the initiative to find the Chihu emissary.  Since Gein had alarmed the old father, the second brother and the third brother must have been locked up in the mansion and not allowed to go out. Before Mr. Sima Wenchi's attitude became clear, they would never dare to let He Erniang and others act rashly.  Even if there are other martial arts masters coming, shopkeeper Lao Kang and the guards can handle them enough.  As for the father's visit now, if they want to capture Luo Huanyu back to the mansion, Sima Yan and Sima Sheng will ask the maid pretending to be Luo Huanyu to put on a human skin mask and temporarily impersonate Luo Huanyu to buy some time for Luo Huanyu.  As for how to act after the double's deception is discovered by his father, he can only act according to circumstances.  Soon after the three members of the Sima family left with Du Banshan, a group of Mr. Sima Wenchi's Jingwu guards arrived at the back garden of Shunping House.  Each of them had bulging bags under their clothes, as if they were hiding sharp weapons.  These Jingwu guards surrounded the small courtyard in the northeast corner where a group of wealthy Chihu merchants lived. A few more people were separated and set up a secret sentry in front of the Jingshe in the south.  Shopkeeper Lao Kang and Sima Sheng¡¯s guards saw it, but they didn¡¯t dare to say anything.  Du Banshan transformed into chef Xiao Du, and also used magic to change his appearance, so shopkeeper Lao Kang didn't know why Xiao Du suddenly disappeared.  He asked Yu He and Liu Shun'er, but they both said they didn't see where Xiao Du was going.  It wasn't until the chef from the Sima family hurriedly came to take over that the shopkeeper Lao Kang seemed to have guessed something, his eyes flashed, and he stopped mentioning Xiao Du's matter.  People seemed to notice something strange in Shun Ping Building. At noon that day, there were very few diners in the restaurant. There were only seven or eight tables of people sitting upstairs and downstairs.  Towards the end of noon, there was a sudden sound of "Gulu Lu" coming closer and closer, and two extraordinary-looking people came to the door of the restaurant.  The first person seemed to be too old to walk on his own, sitting upright on a double-wheeled woodenOn the push chair.  His hair and beard were all silver, but they were neatly combed. His thin body was wrapped in an indigo cotton double-breasted coat, with a thick felt blanket on his knees, and spotless soft green cloth boots on his feet.  The old man seemed to be breathing but not breathing, his eyes were closed as if sleeping, the wrinkles on his face were like sword marks one after another, deep and hard, his cheeks were sunken, a pair of cheekbones were raised high, and his nose was straight.  Below, the slightly gray lips were tightly pursed.  Behind the two-wheeled wooden push chair, there was a man in a green robe who seemed to be in his forties, pushing the old man with a stern face slowly towards him.  This man has a majestic face, with thick eyebrows flying sideways to his forehead, the tips of his brows are stained with evil aura, his tiger eyes are shining brightly, and he has a thick beard on his temples.  He has only half an inch long black hair on top of his head, which stands straight. He is wearing a green cloth hunting suit with arrow sleeves, and a half waist-tie cowhide arrow armor, which makes this man even more powerful. At first glance, he is a martial artist.  .  Arriving at the gate of Shunping Restaurant, the man in green robe turned his wrist and the wooden push chair and the white-haired old man sitting on it were one foot off the ground as if they were weightless, and they crossed the threshold and entered the restaurant lobby.  The man in green robe took a quick glance at the lobby and actually carried the two-wheeled wooden push chair and the white-haired old man straight up to the second floor.  Shopkeeper Lao Kang saw a hint of horror in his eyes when he saw the man's movement and footsteps. He hurriedly threw away the copper abacus, got up and caught up to the second floor.  When we got to the second floor, we saw that the two people had chosen a private table by the window and sat down.  A few days ago, Sima Hao, the Third Master of Sima, entertained Wang Changping at a banquet, and it was at this table that he sat.  "It's hard work for your guest to come from afar! The shop has side dishes from the north and south, good wine and meat, and rice, noodles, soup, and rice. I wonder what your guest would like to use?" Shopkeeper Lao Kang leaned over with a smile on his face.  The white-haired old man still closed his eyes and said nothing. The man in green robe carefully placed a pair of bowls and chopsticks in front of the old man, and then placed a pair of bowls and chopsticks in front of himself and on the other side of the table. It seemed that  There are three people who want to eat at this table.  The man was minding his own business and murmured to himself: "I'm here to treat you to a drink, why are you so pretentious?" After saying that, the man turned his head and glanced at shopkeeper Lao Kang.  The moment Shopkeeper Lao Kang made eye contact with the man in green robes, the sound of countless wailing ghosts suddenly sounded in Shopkeeper Lao Kang's ears. He seemed to be in a chaotic and strange world for an instant, with thousands of people above his head.  A slaughterhouse of flesh and blood where tens of thousands of people fight to the death. At their feet is the bottomless abyss of the underworld. Countless ferocious ghosts are crawling out of the abyss. The stinky pus and blood spilled from the battlefield above them is like a torrential rain.  , the ugly ghosts howled crazily in the endless rain of blood.  Shopkeeper Lao Kang's face turned as pale as a corpse in an instant. He opened his mouth to exhale, and when his body went limp, he was about to fall backwards.  "The majestic Demon Sect, why would you attack ordinary people and only increase your sins?" A steady and warm hand supported the back of Shopkeeper Lao Kang, and there was a bright sword light in front of Shopkeeper Lao Kang.  Passing through the illusion, the illusion of inner demons and thoughts that could make people's souls fly away was immediately cut into pieces by the sword light.  With a feeling in his heart, shopkeeper Lao Kang finally took a breath, and the color returned to his face.  He looked back and saw Xiao Yuzi standing behind him.  At this time, Xiao Yuzi still had a lazy smile on his face, but there was no hazy drunkenness in his eyes, but billions of bright sword lights were rising and dying.  "Shopkeeper, please rest, they are here to drink with me." Yu He took a step forward, gently pushed shopkeeper Lao Kang away, bowed his hands to the man in green robe and said, "When you meet an old friend in a foreign country, you should be there for the sake of peace.  Dabai! But I don¡¯t know what kind of wind brought the ¡®Xingge Dharma King¡¯ Demon Ancestor Wei to this small Shuocheng?¡± Postscript: Sorry, because it¡¯s the end of the year and I¡¯m very busy with work, so I¡¯ll update it.  And not on time.  Please understand and continue to support!
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