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Chapter 223 Destiny
  After the boy finished his work and was about to go back, his body suddenly seemed to be frozen in place as if a 'fixing spell' had been cast on him. The moment the luster in his eyes faded, Wang Ping's energy from the wood spirit fell on him. By his side, he immediately used the 'Soul Searching Technique'.

Countless memory scenes instantly merged into Wang Ping's soul. At the same time, with Wang Ping as the center, the rich wood spirit energy silently built a small barrier, and used the illusion of 'Shuiyue Bell' to cover up the reality. things.

The boy's real name is Wu San, and his memory started when he was five years old. He grew up in Shandaomen, Ningde Mansion. Due to the turmoil in Shandaomen a hundred years ago, most of the family was imprisoned in the dungeon of Daozang Hall, and they were unable to come out until they died.

His branch was a trace of blood left to his family out of a little kindness in their hearts when the disciples of Sanhe Temple dealt with the follow-up issues. However, they did not feel grateful for this, but instead planted the seeds of hatred.

Wu San's memory clearly depicts the day that changed his destiny. The sky was cloudless that day. When he left home, his father told him a lot, the most profound of which told him not to forget the hatred of his family.

He didn't even know what hatred was at that time, or he couldn't understand hatred until he was caught. He just acted according to the orders from above.

After leaving home, he was arranged to learn basic intelligence knowledge in a village, and then followed the traffickers and was sold to his current father.

In Wu San's memory, although his current father was disabled, he was really good to him. He didn't understand what the human heart was at that time, but he just thought it would be good to continue like this. He even imagined that his father would occasionally give him Talk about a better future.

Unfortunately, when he was ten years old, his memory was pulled back to a world full of hatred, and happiness left him.

When he was eleven years old, he successfully passed the various assessments to enter Qianmu Temple. Because of his outstanding performance and having a middle-to-lower level of talent, he was screened by the internal affairs and placed outside the mountaintop dojo.

So he began a repetitive life for several years.

What he sprinkled on the dojo on the top of the mountain was a very small amount of dust. This dust was an extraterrestrial thing. It had no spirituality, but it liked to cling to spiritual things. It would not harm the monks, so it was difficult to detect.

Wu San didn't know its specific function. When he took his seven-day vacation, he would go to the cockfighting ground near his home at the foot of the mountain to watch a game. When he returned home, he would have an extra pack of low-quality oiled paper in his pocket. The task he has to do is to spread the dust into the garden on the top of the mountain.

He has been doing this for three years!
  After reading the memory, Wang Ping exhaled a breath and looked at Wu San, whose eyes had completely lost their luster. With a wave of his hand, his body was completely occupied by the wood spirit energy, and then he was quickly dismembered, and his flesh and blood flowed along the ground. A gap was dragged underground at an extremely fast speed and became the nourishment of the earth.

Comparing the incoming monks to mortals, they really only need one thought to make him die unconsciously without leaving a single clue.

After doing this, Wang Ping quietly returned to the clouds to hide. Yu Lian immediately asked: "How was it?"

Wang Ping calmly told Wu San's memory slowly.

After hearing this, Yu Lian commented: "He is also a poor person. Now that he is well, it can be considered a relief. Otherwise, a tragic life will be waiting for him."

"This information will most likely lead to the identification of the person behind them." As Wang Ping spoke, he took out a handful of seeds from his storage bag and threw them into the town below, and then used the 'Water Moon Bell' to summon an illusory figure. , projecting it silently into Yang Hou's wing in the front hall and backyard.

Yang Hou sensed it immediately. When he opened his eyes and saw Wang Ping's figure, his face was startled, and then he immediately stood up and saluted.

"Don't be polite. I'm coming to you at this time. I have something to entrust to you that cannot make any mistakes, and you only have six days left."

When Wang Ping spoke, he displayed the portraits of six people in front of Yang Hou, "These people are all operating in the cockfighting ring behind Shanxia Town College. I want to know all the lines behind them. Someone here must be innocent." , you need to distinguish them as soon as possible, oh, by the way, you need to focus on investigating these two people."

A stack of rice paper with portraits on it fell on the table next to it. Two portraits were placed alone next to it. One was a city guard. He looked very strong, with a beard all over his face. His clothes were no different from those of ordinary people. , but the belt around his waist is from the official family, and there are two bright waistbands hanging on it. This kind of appearance is the easiest to disguise. The simplest way is to shave off the beard and change his outfit. Most people will not recognize him at a glance. He has always been by Wu San's side.

The other man was a gambler. He would change places and stare at the fighting in the cockfighting ring. When he was excited, he liked to celebrate with the people next to him. He even took Wu San's hand and made a victory gesture.

This man's face is pale after indulgence, and he looks like an ordinary southerner. His hair is a little yellow, and it is tied casually with hemp rope, and it is tied neatly. At first glance, he is a very particular person, or he has a virtuous person. wife.

"Remember, there can be no mistakes in this matter. Do you...understand what I mean?" Wang Ping stared at Yang Hou.

"Yes!" Yang Hou knew that things were difficult to handle, but now he could only bite the bullet.

"it is good!"

After Wang Ping said the word 'good', the illusory figure disappeared.

among the clouds.

Yu Lian said with some confusion: "I still have no way of catching what those things he dropped are, but if I sense them carefully, I can know their existence. It feels like mortals can sometimes see auras, but cannot catch them. "

Wang Ping knew what this feeling meant. He thought for a while and said: "The value of their existence may be to facilitate the two star gods to capture your and my position."

"I think so too."

"Now we can only wait until this matter is resolved, and then let the professionals from Daozang Palace come over to check."

While the two were talking, they landed in the courtyard of Taoist Yucheng. In the process, Yu Lian used the water spirit to make the children around him sleep more soundly.

The master and disciple talked for less than a quarter of an hour before Taoist Yucheng flew southward under the cover of darkness.

Wang Ping sat in Taoist Yucheng's room and entered meditation. During this period, he wrote two letters and sent them by the puppet bird, one to Zuo Xuan and the other to Wu Laodao.

Now that he knew that his opponent might have two crazy star gods, Wang Ping certainly wouldn't rush over alone. The most correct choice would be to contact his helpers first and swarm him.

After the two letters were sent, Wang Ping used his soul that was fused with the memory of the locust tree to summon a 'spiritual talisman' to communicate with the wood spirit plants that he had planted from the seeds just now and monitor every move in this area.

Six days passed by in a flash. On the night before the Wu San holiday, Wang Ping suddenly received a letter sent to him by Taoist Danchen using a puppet bird. This information channel was used by the Dao Zang Palace inspectors to make important matters. Used for event communication.

The letter begins as follows:

When you receive this letter, I may not know where I died. One thing I have to tell you is that I personally assassinated your senior brother Liu Zixiu...

(End of this chapter)