Chapter 27: Strange Dharma Assembly

This time, Qin Jiang did not bring black water, because that would have made his features too obvious.

However, to be on the safe side, he still brought a few smoke bombs and fire bombs.

Walking in the night, his figure was always hidden in the shadows of the house.

After a while, he came to a corner of the Li Mansion and took out a map from his arms.

This was bought from a person who delivered vegetables to the Li Mansion some time ago when he was hiding his identity.

After checking the map to determine the location, he exerted force on his feet. The moment his palm touched the top of the wall, he burst out with strength, and his body slid directly over the top of the wall and fell into the Li Mansion. The whole process took no more than two seconds.

After landing on the ground, he squatted down. This was behind a warehouse, overgrown with weeds.

And the place he was going to was the courtyard that Li Songzheng prepared for the worship of Huang Tian Shenmu. It was located inside the Li Mansion and there were several other courtyards to go from here.

Circulate the internal energy, control the activity of the body, reduce the sense of energy, and then stick your head out from the edge of the house.

What he saw was a small courtyard full of weeds, with the gate closed and many firewood and haystacks piled up. The house next to him also looked very old, with spider webs all over the eaves.

He relaxed slightly and walked to the gate of the small courtyard. A wisp of cold wind blew into the small courtyard through the gap of the door.

Looking out through the gap of the wooden door, an iron rod was lying outside the door, which was obviously locked.

Looking outside from close to the gap, three servants were patrolling with torches, and they all had long knives on their waists.

Obviously, these people all had some martial arts skills.

After waiting for a while, the patrol team came over here, and Qin Jiang retreated and hid behind a haystack.

Click!

The sound of the door lock flicking was very crisp in the night. The three people walked into the yard, did not close the door, and went straight to the front of the house and sat down.

Each of them took out a cigarette and lit it, and started chatting.

"Hey, have you gone to that yard to see? I don't know what kind of evil spirit has befallen the master. He has been praying and praying but nothing has changed."

One of them just finished complaining when another covered his mouth, "Have you drunk too much?! If the master hears this, be careful to break your legs!"

"Mmmm~" The servant whose mouth was covered nodded repeatedly.

"~Suck~ I just said it casually. Besides, it's late at night and we are the only ones here. The master can't know."

"Okay, Lao Liu, stop talking nonsense." The leading servant waved his hand and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"You probably don't know, but I saw it with my own eyes." He said.

"Oh my brother Li, don't say half of your words?" Lao Liu asked hurriedly.

Brother Li cleared his throat, took a big step, put his elbows on his knees, and leaned forward slightly, "I'm telling you, don't talk nonsense! Do you remember Old Wang?"

"Old Wang? Didn't he break his leg a few days ago and was sent back to the countryside?" asked Old Liu.

Brother Li raised his chin and laughed with a bit of arrogance, "Hey, you don't know? That day I followed the young master to that yard, guess what I saw?

Old Wang was there! The magician poured the magic liquid given by the goddess on his legs!

Hey! Burnt and crispy, bah bah bah! It was cured on the spot! But our master is kind-hearted. Old Wang is old, so he gave him a sum of money to let him go back to his hometown in the countryside."

"So amazing? The broken leg was cured at the time?" Old Liu was a little unconvinced. Injuries like broken arms and legs are quite difficult to treat! Not to mention being cured on the spot.

"Not only that! The young master also said that the magic liquid can not only cure diseases, but also make you stronger in that aspect!" Brother Li laughed.

Behind the haystack, Qin Jiang's eyes lit up slightly. Magic liquid?

It sounds like a good thing, but he doesn't believe that it will have no side effects when used.

The more you gain, the more you lose. The more beautiful it looks, the more cautious you should be.

He glanced at the three people quietly and observed the outside of the courtyard at the same time.

While the three people were knocking off the ashes, he suddenly exerted force on his feet and rushed out directly.

After rushing out, he directly sank into the shadow of the house and headed towards the courtyard where the Huangtian Goddess was worshipped.

On the way, he avoided several groups of night watchmen and finally arrived at his destination.

The gate of the courtyard was wide open, and bright flames came out of the courtyard.

Climbing up the shadow of a house, Qin Jiang's eyes fell into the courtyard. There were at least a dozen torches inserted into the courtyard wall, which illuminated the courtyard very brightly. A tall three-legged two-eared round tripod was located in the center of the courtyard.

The body of the tripod was made of brass, with a picture of a flying goddess carved on it. Inside, there were three huge incense sticks as thick as arms. Smoke wafted from the top, and the faint sandalwood fragrance was so penetrating that it could be smelled even from dozens of meters away.

Seeing that there was no one in the yard, Qin Jiang quietly went around to the back of the yard and climbed in directly.

Landing gently, he looked at the house. Only the room facing the bronze tripod was lit, and the rooms on the left and right were dark.

He did not forget the purpose of coming here tonight. From the back of the house, he poked through the windows one by one to observe inside.

Sure enough, one of the rooms was piled with many sacrificial utensils.

Gently pushed open the window and climbed in, took off his gloves and put his hand on one of the bronze jars, nothing.

The next one, nothing, nothing, nothing.

After touching more than a dozen in a row, finally, the familiar cold touch, a familiar prompt appeared in front of him.

[Potential points absorbed. 0.10.10.1]

After a few breaths, the cold air flow disappeared, and he looked at the bottom of the panel, [Potential points: 7.6]

Slightly controlling the joy in his heart, he touched all the remaining tools, even the fake paintings used for decoration on the wall of the house.

[Potential points: 9.4]

Looking at the potential points approaching the ten-point mark, he couldn't help showing a happy expression on his face. With so many potential points, he could directly upgrade the Iron Arm Fist to the third level!

However, he was not in a hurry to add points, because he had not encountered any irresistible crisis for the time being, and it would only take less than a breath to add potential points.

After looking at the room again and making sure that nothing was missed, he turned out of the house and gently closed the window.

He came to the lighted room in the center and found a window on the edge to poke a small hole.

Looking inside, a simple and somewhat desolate small temple came into view.

He was on the left side of the temple, and could only see a few load-bearing pillars and half beams on the left, with yellow cloth strips hanging on them.

The rest was blocked by a huge statue.

The statue was facing away from him, carved from stone, and his face could not be seen.

Torches were placed on several load-bearing pillars, but they were not lit. Obviously, the light source was something else.

He turned his eyes, but he could not see the situation in the temple clearly, and could only hear faint chanting.

Carefully pushing open the window, a strange aroma came to his face.

He quickly held his breath, and then felt that the aroma was somewhat familiar.

Is this the smell of burning locust wood?

Huh~

The night wind blew slightly, his eyes moved slightly, controlling his body not to make any noise, and slowly climbed into the house.

Gently closing the window, the strange aroma became stronger, he was sure that this was the smell of burning locust wood.

When I went to Dahei Mountain before, I had cut some locust wood as firewood.

Walked to the edge of the statue and listened carefully to the situation in the house.

But strangely, the chanting did not seem to be affected by the distance, and it was still subtle and almost inaudible.

After a moment, he suddenly reacted, his pupils shrank slightly, and he did not hear any breathing!

Startled, he quietly leaned out, and what caught his eye was a huge oil lamp hanging in the air, illuminating the house.

Under the oil lamp, two rows of people in yellow robes were sitting cross-legged, they were the ones who sprinkled yellow paper on the street that day.

Is this a ritual?

These people were holding a string of prayer beads, with blood-red lines painted on their faces, their eyes closed, their heads bowed, and their expressions like the most devout believers.

In front of them was a bronze statue of a woman less than two feet tall, which was the bronze statue of Huang Tian Shen Mu that day.

The mage in the Bagua robe knelt in front of the bronze statue of Huang Tian Shen Mu, holding a blood-stained dagger in his hand.

In front of him, an old man with gray hair and beard lay horizontally, his upper body naked, and his left leg looked a little twisted.

His stomach was cut open, blood and organs were all over the floor, and a blood-red lotus was cut out of the skin of his chest with a knife, which looked beautiful and seductive.

It seemed that he had died long ago, but his turbid eyes were staring at the bronze statue of Huang Tian Shen Mu, with a pious face and joy.