I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 48 Doubt

The next day.

The sun was shining brightly, and Mo Qi finished his morning practice and came to the parlor of the shrine building.

Except for the enshrining of performing tasks outside, the rest are all here.

Counting the old Taoist in green robe, there are six people in total.

Scarlet head monk.

Dressed in Qixiu, round and round like a fat man outside the staff.

A taciturn, low-browed middle-aged man.

The beautiful woman in a gauze skirt looks about 30 years old.

The last one touched the mustache at the corner of his mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly, and swept across Mo Qi's body.

The six of them had obviously passed their Qi, and they were not surprised by Mo Qi's arrival.

Perhaps yesterday, they were already discussing how to deal with this master of the Five Spirits Sect from the county seat.

Mo Qi's eyes were full of mana, observing the reactions of everyone, as well as people similar to Li Qingfeng.

What surprised him was that although these people had evil spirits, murderous spirits, ghost spirits, yin spirits and other filthy breaths, they were very weak, and they were not at all comparable to the demon cultivator back then.

"Let me introduce to you, this is the master of the Five Spirits Sect, the guarding immortal master of Bafang County, Mo Daoyou." Lu Chengyi cupped his hands and introduced to everyone with a smile.

The remaining five glanced at each other, then cupped their hands and praised, "Friend Mo."

"Don't dare."

Mo Qi also returned the gift, and did not indulge in arrogance just because he was a member of the sect.

It should be noted that his strength is not top-notch among this group of casual cultivators, and he has to ask others for things, so he has a better attitude, so as not to say that the Five Spirits sect is bullying others.

"I tell you frankly, Bafang County..." Mo Qi told everyone what he had said to Lu Chengyi.

It's just that the powerful effect of the soul-respecting banner is hidden in the process, and the focus is on describing the power of the magic cultivator.

Anyway, after Mo Xiu's death, his aura dissipated, and they couldn't judge Mo Xiu's personal strength.

So Mo Qi just asked to see Moxiu's skills and instruments, and planned to take one away.

He can't do good deeds without leaving his name, and the spoils of war are all for these useless people in the Liangdu Consecration Building.

Even if there are objections, it should be the objection of the two priests who died that day.

They looked at each other, and then Lu Chengyi spoke on behalf of everyone: "The bodies of the two dead priests and the demon cultivator have been buried, and the exercises and magic tools they left behind have entered the treasure house of the memorial building, and there is an account for investigation."

"The accounts of the Treasure Pavilion are in the hands of Fellow Daoist Liu."

Hearing the old Taoist in green robe mention him, the chubby fat man smiled and took out the account book from the Nawu Talisman.

Infused with mana, the ledger suddenly magnified the phantom, forming floating and shining words.

"Recorded last month."

"Wen Daoyou and Zhu Daoyou died. There are two exercises in the Nawu Talisman, one for each."

"A low-grade magic weapon, the soul-hunting bell, and a pair of broken tortoise shells, a low-grade magic weapon."

Although the body armor of the tortoise shell was smashed by Tu Shanjun, there were only cracks on the body, so it was no problem as a body armor.

It just fell from a low-grade magic weapon to a fake magic weapon.

It can no longer be urged with force, and it seems that the effect is not great.

"A high-level monster leg bone, snake orchid grass, and a bottle of non-high-level Nayuan Pill."

"There are three spirit stones."

"Various miscellaneous things are different, and there are dozens of taels of silver. Since neither of them has any descendants, they are temporarily stored in the enshrinement building."

"An unknown demon cultivator, who has a middle-grade magic weapon, a sword hairpin, a kung fu method, a high-level talisman, two non-high-level Yin beads, and a pair of non-high-level tiger bones."

That's what's left of the trio.

Mo Qi looked a little surprised. The sword hairpin that Moxiu didn't use was actually a middle-grade magic weapon like his wooden sword.

It seems that the demon cultivator no longer has the mana to use the flying sword.

Otherwise, the result is really hard to say.

It's just that among the recorded things, there is no soul banner.

Mo Qi's expression flashed, and he returned to his usual expressionless face. He glanced around, but he didn't see any surprise on the faces of the people.

It would be fine if one or two people looked like this, but all six of them were like this.

A medium-grade magic weapon is enough for a casual cultivator to break his head, not to mention a top-grade magic weapon that is basically a certainty like Zunhun Banner.

They can't sit still at the same table.

"Could it be that they haven't discovered the Soul Banner?" Mo Qi rejected the idea as soon as it entered his mind. The Soul Banner is a magic weapon, so how could a Qi trainer fail to recognize it.

Either someone was greedy for the honored soul banner, or the honored soul banner was not in their hands at all.

Lost in the middle of the journey or was misunderstood and taken away by others, it is not ruled out that the person who took the Zunhun Banner knows the goods.

When Mo Qi was observing everyone, everyone was also observing Mo Qi.

Now a month has passed, and the ownership of the middle-grade magic weapon sword hairpin has not yet been determined.

They all want to keep it for themselves.

But there are not enough resources to come up with replacements.

In terms of seniority, it is obviously not good. In terms of force, the strongest among the crowd is only at the sixth level of Qi training.

The monks in the late stage of Qi training are also unwilling to stay in the secular world as so-called offerings.

Holding a few spirit stones given by the dynasty for a year, he still delayed his practice.

Now that those people have reached the later stage, they plan to go one step further, climb to perfection and then look for opportunities to become enlightened.

Seeing Mo Qi's arrival, everyone felt the same hatred. As long as Mo Qi asked about the Dharma sword and hairpin, they would definitely stand on the same front to stop Mo Qi.

Mo Qi pondered for a long time, but still planned to ask first: "Is there any omission?"

"Gaomen..." The casual cultivator just cupped his hands and refused, only then did he realize that he seemed to have heard something wrong.

The beautiful woman quickly took over the words: "If Gaomen doesn't believe it, you can open the treasury for verification."

"The treasury is covered by formations. There are three doors, and three keys are needed to open them. The old Taoist will keep the golden keys for everyone." The old Taoist in Qingpao introduced with a smile.

"You Daoist Liu, who is in charge of the account, keeps the silver key."

The round monk who used the mana manifest account book nodded at Mo Qi.

As soon as the seal in his hand changed, the ledger flew back into his hand from mid-air, and the light that manifested just now also dissipated.

"The brass key I keep."

said the tall, thin monk with the goatee.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and twirled his beard, his expression flickered, and he didn't know where his thoughts flew.

A taciturn middle-aged man who never spoke during this period.

And the monk with a scarlet head who has been reciting scriptures silently.

Mo Qi shook his head, but did not follow the words.

That's what people say.

The matter of opening the treasury offends people even more.

Furthermore, no one mentioned the soul-respecting banner, so it was impossible to throw the soul-respecting banner in the treasury.

How could so many people be wrong if one person with poor eyesight failed to recognize the magic weapon.

This matter still has to be investigated from the source.

Mo Qi felt that it might be the casual cultivator who was the first to touch the corpse who concealed the soul banner.

Although the mid-grade sword hairpin is touching, it is not as good as the soul-respecting banner.

"I don't know which senior received the corpse that day?"

Following Mo Qi's words, everyone looked at Lu Chengyi. He didn't shirk, but naturally cupped his hands and said, "It's the poor Taoist who brought the boy to take over."

Since there are witnesses, it will naturally stand up to scrutiny.

Later, accompanied by Lu Chengyi, they came to the cemetery again, and saw the two priests and Moxiu's unnamed tomb.

Obviously nothing was gained.

Mo Qi didn't plan to open the coffin to verify it. If the Soul Honor Banner was really still on Mo Xiu's body, it would be better to be buried in the grave than to appear outside.

In the end it was all over.

Mo Qi obtained the low-grade magic weapon, the soul-destroying bell, and the three spirit stones gathered by the six of them, and he boarded the carriage in the west slant of the sun, and headed back to the city of Bafang County.

A county cannot do without people.

The Zongmen sent another talisman order.

He was ordered to return to the county to meet the senior brother who came to investigate.

This matter cannot be delayed.

Mo Qi is now also one head and two big.

Because there was no report about the magic cultivator, it was inevitable that he would suffer.

Now there is no clue to investigate.

Since the Honored Soul Banner has disappeared, let it go, it must be missed.

As soon as Mo Qi left, the casual cultivators also dispersed.

Everyone had doubts, but felt that they couldn't grasp the clues, and they all left with a lot of concerns.

The tall, thin monk with a goatee holding a copper key pondered.

Returning to his residence, he thought about the anomaly of the senior monk this morning.

"He was not surprised when he heard the middle-grade sword hairpin, and most of the inquiries were related to Moxiu, as if Moxiu should have something in his hands, and he was looking for that thing."

"Maybe it's the scriptures."

"Or maybe baby."

Twirling his beard, the monk took out the scripture in the Nawu Talisman.

In fact, he was very nervous. Everyone has seen the blood demon Dafa, but they stayed away because of the side effects.

The Xuesha Dafa is somewhat similar to his kung fu, so he bought the original with half a spirit stone.

Originally, I thought that the high-ranking person would ask for an inspection, and I was worried all morning, but I didn't expect that the person who came in a hurry would leave in a hurry.

"Blood Fiend Dafa, the technique of Blood Fiend Sect."

"Contains two spells, Spiritual Eye and Banner Control."

"It's nothing strange."

The bearded monk flipped through the exercises.

The words "Blood Fiend Sect" suddenly came into view.

"How can a demon cultivator of the Blood Demon Sect be a sword cultivator?"

"Could there be another magic weapon?"

"And that dharma sword, with its aura shining, is not like a magic weapon."

"Could it be that there is still a main magic weapon that can't be done?"

The bearded monk sat up abruptly.

If Moxiu's main magic weapon had not been taken away by the monks of the Five Spirits Sect, it must still be on Moxiu's body.

"It was Lu Laodao who first got the news."

"Could it be that Lu Laodao was greedy for ink?"

(End of this chapter)