I'm a cannon fodder, and it makes sense to know 100 million points of skills, right?

Chapter 80

The rules in the palace were strict, and the five captured palace residents were all sentenced to death, leaving no one alive.

Zhong Lingge was helpless. If he could ask these people who they were trading with and where, they might be able to touch every corner of the foundation-building white shadow.

"Don't tell any third person about the things I've asked you."

"Remember, listen to the immortal."

The emperor was vaguely aware of the seriousness of the matter, but seeing that she had no intention of saying more, he did not dare to ask more questions.

Zhong Lingge thought for a while, took out a photo talisman and waved it to the top of the hall, sticking it on the beam. In a flash of inspiration, the breath and trace disappeared.

The memory talisman is a relatively useless auxiliary talisman in the realm of immortality. It is generally used to record meetings held by clans or alliances. High-level memory talismans can record very long scenes. Zhong Lingge's one is a first-level mid-grade one, which can only leave a few blinks. Picture, but barely able to retain the monk's spiritual aura.

She guessed that Bai Ying would come to find the emperor. Since he couldn't defeat him head-on, she would secretly see where this strange monk came from and what his intentions were.

"If someone comes to ask you, just say that your daughter and I are good friends and have been entrusted to give you something. Don't mention anything else."

Zhong Lingge was not worried about his life safety. The karma of a monk killing a mortal was very heavy. The destiny of a mortal emperor was connected with the fate of the country and the dragon vein. The karma of killing him was even heavier. Bai Ying would not bear huge karma just to ask a few questions.

After putting away the array and leaving the palace, Zhong Lingge simply went to the mountain peak where the Imperial Master's Mansion was located.

"It's so quiet. Is there no one living here? Lingge, is that white shadow following you here?" Lin Xiaojiu didn't speak for a long time, and started talking endlessly. "You hang the talisman next to me. If Bai Ying sneaks up on you and subdues you, I can activate the talisman to counterattack!"

"Well, that's a good idea." Zhong Lingge took out the Sword Intention Talisman gifted by his fourth senior brother and hung it next to Xiao Jiu, just in case.

She found a room, buried herself behind the formation tray, took out her own mattress and soft blanket, and planned to have a good sleep.The long hours of traveling and training could not make up for the lack of sleep. Zhong Lingge fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, and it was already the afternoon of the next day when he woke up.

"You've been asleep for a long time! If it weren't for your steady aura, I would have thought you had passed out!"

"I'm so tired. Isn't it boring for you to be alone? Was there any movement outside while I was sleeping?"

"No, it just rained. It probably got colder."

"His, indeed it is."

Zhong Lingge felt the cold weather as soon as she put away the formation disk. She felt that even wearing defensive clothing was not enough, so she had to take out a white long-haired animal skin cloak from her storage bag and put it on her body.

"How can such extreme weather exist in the ordinary world? It's not right."

Zhong Lingge walked out of the house. The trees on the mountaintop in the distance were covered with a layer of white frost. The mist and rain were misty, and the frost and mist were so blinding that the scene in the distance was hard to see clearly.

"Let's go and see the palace again."

Zhong Lingge guessed that Bai Ying would go to the palace to question the emperor, so he posted a third-level super-grade invisibility charm that would not be seen through by the foundation-building period, and Yuhe flew to the palace.

The main hall was empty, the emperor was not there, and the palace servants left a lock on the door. She used her spiritual consciousness to open it and went in to see that the shadow talisman on the hanging beam above indeed had content.

Zhong Lingge got the photo talisman and left. He planned to go to a safe place and check slowly. He walked invisibly in the palace for a while and suddenly heard a rustling sound from the direction of the garden.

"Daddy, I really didn't see anything."

"Didn't you see it? Then why did you run out? Didn't you want to file a lawsuit against me?"

"I-I'm really not. I saw paper and ink scattered on the floor. I was afraid that the emperor would be unhappy when he saw it, so I wanted to get something to clean it up."

"You know what's going on!" Zhong Lingge became interested when he heard the paper and ink. He jumped into the garden and saw two servants, one old and one young, hiding behind the rockery, standing still.

She stepped forward without revealing her figure, wrapped her arms around the old man, jumped on the flying crane, and left. After a while, she returned to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion.

Bang!
Zhong Lingge threw the person to the ground, and the old waiter rolled several times before he stopped. He groaned and clutched his waist, his feet weak with fear.

"Immortal, please forgive me! Immortal, please forgive me! It's not that I didn't take out the things in time, it's that the emperor has been conducting a strict investigation on theft recently and arrested several minor palace servants. The slave finally passed the crime to them, so I don't dare to act rashly!"

Before Zhong Lingge showed up to ask questions, the old chamberlain said everything at once.

When Zhong Lingge appeared, the old chamberlain was so shocked that he almost fainted. Who is this young female fairy?

"This servant pays homage to the Immortal. I wonder what the Immortal's instructions are?"

"What does the person who asked you to steal paper and ink look like? Draw it."

Zhong Lingge dragged a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the study room, placed it in front of him, and raised his chin to signal him to start drawing.

The old chamberlain didn't dare to refuse, but he didn't dare to write when he picked up the pen. "Little Immortal, that Immortal said that if I revealed anything, he would chase me to the ends of the earth and kill me."

"There is no end of the world in this world. Don't worry, he won't dare to kill you." Zhong Lingge used a hint of coercion to force him to lower his head and look at the white paper.

The old chamberlain wanted to cry but had no tears. They were all immortals. He could only see and listen to each other and take every step he took.

While waiting for him to draw, Zhong Lingge took the opportunity to check the shadow talisman. As expected, Bai Ying's face and figure were not left in it. Fortunately, she was not disappointed and successfully recorded all the faint spiritual auras.

Not an evil cultivator, nor a demonic cultivator, but a very orthodox Taoist cultivator.

Taoist cultivators come to secular people to promote evil pamphlets. This is getting weirder and weirder.

"Immortal, my servant is not good at painting. I can only restore [-]/[-] of the immortal."

The old chamberlain held the painting tremblingly and stretched his hands forward.

After all, he was someone who had served the emperor personally. He said he was not a good painter, but in fact he was lifelike.

"It's actually him!"

Zhong Lingge frowned, put away the portrait and the amulet with spiritual energy, stood up, rolled up the old chamberlain, and carried him to the palace, directly carrying him to the emperor and empress.

The emperor and empress, who were missing their daughter, were startled. Zhong Lingge didn't want to explain too much. He only said that the old chamberlain was the thief who stole the paper and ink, and let them deal with it by themselves.

Just after leaving the palace and not flying far, Zhong Lingge saw a spiritual light flying towards her. When they met her, the other party hugged the flying crane very politely and said, "Friend Zhong Dao, nice to meet you."

"Are you the national master who succeeded in the election?" Zhong Lingge saw that he was old but still in good spirits. He knew that this was the winner of the sect's selection competition.

"Ashamed! In the article below, I was lucky enough to beat several fellow Taoists. It was also a coincidence."

Fang Wen has white eyebrows and white beard, and has an elegant and humble temperament. Although his aura is weak and weak, it is as pure as his eyes.

Zhong Lingge's first instinct about him was good and she made up her mind. "Fellow Daoist Fang, if it's convenient, can you let me see what the ordinary national master is going to do?"

Fang Wen was a little surprised, but he still agreed: "If Fellow Daoist Zhong doesn't find it boring, I would certainly welcome Fellow Daoist to stay for a while."

(End of this chapter)