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Chapter 226 Follow-up
  The first one to attack was Zuo Xuan. As a weapon cultivator, she was the fastest. The dense embroidery needles instantly engulfed the disgusting Star God and those around him.

The Star God, who had lost his star iron and iron-loving worms, seemed to have no means of casting spells and did not resist the attack.

This surprised Zuo Xuan.

A head was quickly swept into Zuo Xuan's hand by the dense embroidery needles. She hesitated for a moment before reading the memory in the other person's head, and then frowned.

"It's a puppet. The memory has been cleared." Zuo Xuan looked at Wang Ping and explained that she was not talking about the Star God, but the person behind the Star God. As for the Star God, she was not stupid enough to directly read the memory of a madman. .

The battle on Wang Ping's side has also ended, and there is no resistance from the other side.

He stretched out his hand to stir up the wood spirit energy, took the bloody head of the dismembered Star God in his hand, and then used a puppet bird as a medium to convey his memory to the formation runes inside the puppet bird, and then Use the wood spirit's energy to neutralize the head into bloody slag, which acts as fertilizer for the wood spirit.

"Is this over?" Yu Lian was full of doubts.

"No, it's just the beginning." Wang Ping looked at Taoist Tianshan who was flying over.

"It's a big harvest this time. I took advantage. I'll send you two of them after the magic weapon is refined." Taoist Tianshan shook the green gourd in his hand, "Don't refuse, I don't like to take advantage of others. "

"We took advantage." Wang Ping said embarrassedly.

"As an elder, it's okay to suffer a little loss." Taoist Tianshan gently stroked his beard, and then took out the green gourd in his hand to absorb the light curtain around the village and town.

Yunshan also took away the barrier and walked over, looked at Wang Ping and said: "I will stay here to clean up the mess. Fellow Taoist, it is better to go back as soon as possible and explain the matter clearly to fellow Taoist Zi Luan. It is a very serious matter to feed a crazy star god with a puppet." We must find out the truth as soon as possible."

Wang Ping was playing with the head of the puppet that controlled the Star God, and he discovered that this thing was actually made of thousand-year-old spiritual wood.

At the last moment, the puppet destroyed its own memory according to the set memory. The only memories that can be read currently are those two crazy star gods.

Wang Ping did not dare to read these two memories rashly, so he could only take them back to Daozang Hall and ask professional monks to interpret them slowly.

"Who did you offend? So much so that they made such a big move to deal with you." Wu Laodao asked directly.

"I want to know too!" Wang Ping frowned.

"You guys, the layout is too big. There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this world. You should be more cautious. Throw away what you need to get rid of. Compromise if you can compromise. The premise of all calculations is that you must survive."

Taoist Tianshan gave a sincere and sincere advice.

"Yes, Master."

Wang Ping answered obediently.

Zuo Xuan had already finished cleaning the battlefield and flew over with four storage bags.

...

Wang Ping and his men were divided into three groups. Wang Ping and Zuo Xuan went to Jinhuai Mansion to discuss the next matter with Taoist Ziluan. Yucheng, Tianshan and Wu Laodao returned to Qianmu Temple to clean up the remaining star iron in the mountain top dojo. Yunshan and Qianmu Guan's disciples stayed in Baihuahe villages and towns to investigate possible remaining clues.

After listening to Wang Ping's report, Taoist Ziluan thought for a while with a heart-stopping smile and said: "Raising a crazy star god is a very serious matter. You are also lucky this time. Not everyone can do it." The blessing of meeting the ‘Star Banshee’.”

"The question is... why did they intercept and kill me? What's the benefit to them?" Wang Ping picked up the teacup and looked at the small courtyard outside the door and asked.

"Ha ha!"

Zi Luan picked up the teacup and took a slow sip of tea. When Zuo Xuan and Wang Ping both looked at him, he put down the teacup and said, "You are too modest. Have you ever thought about what would happen to Nanlin Road if you were really assassinated?" How about that? What will happen to the arrangements you made?" Zuo Xuan looked at Wang Ping thinking, and then said: "If Taoist fellow Changqing is really assassinated, Wudao Mansion, Shang'an Mansion and Sanhe Mansion on Nanlin Road will definitely be assassinated. There will be chaos immediately, and then it will lead to turmoil on Nanlin Road. Although theoretically the turmoil can be extinguished in a short time, there is a prerequisite, and that is... they will not have any back-ups."

"Fellow Daoist Zuo is right. Maybe it's not just Nanlin Road, but Mozhou Road that will cause chaos first. Although it's harmless, under the current situation, it can affect the whole body." His hand tapped lightly on the Eight Immortals table, making a rhythmic sound.

He glanced at Wang Ping and asked, "What were you going to do?"

"There's something I want to figure out."

Wang Ping's deliberately vague answer was to show Zi Luan that he didn't want to say anything.

Zi Luan nodded, respecting Wang Ping's thoughts and did not ask further.

"How long will it take to decipher the memories of the two Star Gods?" Wang Ping brought the topic down to business.

"For at least two months, their memories are too crazy. Even I dare not read them rashly. I can only leave them to Taoist friends who are good at divine souls."

Wang Ping thought for a while after hearing this, and then turned his eyes to Zuo Xuan. The latter immediately stood up from the Grand Master's chair and found an excuse to leave.

When Zuo Xuan completely walked out of the small courtyard, Wang Ping asked: "Where is fellow Taoist Danchen?"

"There was a task to be coordinated in the north, and he went there in person. He has been away for more than two months, almost three months."

Zi Luan answered casually, but his eyes revealed inquiry. He knew that Wang Ping sent Zuo Xuan away and couldn't just ask about Dan Chen's whereabouts.

Wang Ping didn't say anything after listening. He also picked up the tea cup, lowered his eyelids, and asked after being silent for a long time: "Do you think saints really exist?"

Zi Luan was a little confused by this question, but after a moment he stopped smiling and asked: "Who do you think can be worshiped by the True King?"

"What could it be?" Wang Ping asked like a child. On this issue, he was indeed a child.

"I don't know, and I don't dare to guess."

Wang Ping remained silent for a while, and when he was about to ask again, Zi Luan interrupted: "It is inconvenient for you and me to discuss matters about saints, because you have no way of knowing whether they really exist and how they exist."

These words made Wang Ping shut up. He thought of the vague words in Dan Chen's letter.

The two fell into silence again. After a moment of silence this time, Ziluan took the lead and said, "Does Fellow Daoist Danchen have anything to do with the things you asked about?"

Wang Ping shook his head and did not answer the question.

Zi Luan didn't say anything.

When Wang Ping walked out of Daozang Hall, he was greeted by Zuo Xuan, who had been waiting for a long time. Then he saw a Qi practitioner from Qianmu Temple walking across the street.

"Master, there is an urgent letter from you in the temple." The Qi practitioner handed Wang Ping a letter written in code.

"What a troubled time it has been." Wang Ping took the letter and stood at the door of Daozang Hall to open it. The Qi practitioners passing by all gave way.

The letter was written by Taoist Yucheng who had returned to Qianmu Temple first. There were only four words on it: Return as soon as you see the letter.

(End of this chapter)