Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 22: Rewarding Merits and Punishing Crimes, Protecting the Secret Knowledge of Religion
Chang'an.
A sudden snowstorm seemed to cover up the murderous aura of this world, turning the sky and the earth white, hiding the blood and the flashing swords, showing only its attractive side .
Liuxiang Pavilion, a three-story building facing south, is the most prosperous brothel in the city. It is said that it has the finest delicacies, the most mellow wines, and the most beautiful women. It is also a first-class den of money, a place that all men in the world dream of. Even the most powerful heroes will forget all their lofty ambitions once they enter this place.
It was snowing heavily outside, but it was bustling inside.
Just a door separates two worlds.
People only know that the Qinglong Society has the "Qinglong Flag" which can make both the black and white forces retreat and that they have the power of life and death in the martial arts world; but few people know that the Demon Cult also has the "Demon Summoning Order" which spreads in all directions and all demons will kowtow and come upon hearing the news.
At this time, there was a blazing fire on the roof, as fierce as a smoke screen. It could be clearly seen even in the snowy night. It burned for a long time and attracted countless figures in the dark night, like swallows returning to their nests, to come and join the fire.
As for those old martial arts masters who could see the trick and knew the secret, they were so frightened that their souls were scared out of their bodies and they ran away far away.
Under the bright light, faces appeared one by one and walked in.
Any one of these people can be a good fighter in the martial arts world and can make a good name for themselves. There are also some well-known heroes and prominent figures in the martial arts world.
Together with some disciples from the martial arts sects, there are also worshippers from the martial arts families, heroes from the green forest, and even people from the government and masters of the white world.
And behind these mysterious identities, they all have a name, that is, members of the Demonic Cult.
These are the evil cult members hiding in the three provinces.
In the wind and snow, a figure came with an umbrella.
The man had a pale face, a tight black robe, a slender figure, and many snow petals on his snow-white fox collar. There were also wet marks on his thin shoulders, and he was covered in dust; the black and white colors set off each other, the black robe was darker and his face was paler. A sinister wind was blowing all over his body, and his narrow and dark eyes were looking at everything in front of him.
It was none other than Li Muchan who came from Luoyang.
He exhaled a breath of hot air: "Fortunately, I made it in time."
The red lights on all sides are like fire, and it seems lively, but there is murderous intent hidden in the darkness.
There were also two burly men as tall as iron towers standing at the door, like giant spirits. They both wore conical hats and blue tights. Under their open lapels were chests as strong as iron. Pearl curtains hung from the edges of their hats, so their true faces could not be seen, but they exuded a terrifying sense of oppression.
Twelve frozen corpses were lying side by side on the snow, as if to say that no one could cross the line or break the rules.
Li Muchan put away his umbrella and took out the token that belonged to him alone.
The two of them just glanced at each other and then turned sideways.
As soon as they moved, Li Muchan saw two clear footprints that were sunken about an inch where the two had just stood, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.
He walked in.
In an instant, obscure gazes came over from all directions, as if sizing him up and examining him.
The downstairs was full of people sitting, the upstairs was full of people standing, and more people were coming in.
These people's faces are not real. Some wear masks, some have painted faces, and some wear cloaks to disguise themselves.
Demons are dancing everywhere and the air is filled with smoke and foul smells.
The same goes for Li Muchan, he also had a half mask on his face, with only the half of his face from mouth to nose exposed.
Looking at the room full of people, even though Li Muchan was well prepared, he couldn't help but feel shocked.
But shock does not mean fear. If such a scene happened in the past, he would probably never see or encounter it until his death.
Now that I am in the middle of it, I am naturally very emotional.
This is the group of people that the Demon Cult has been secretly planning and deploying over the years to take over the Central Plains martial arts world. Perhaps they are just a few sporadic units, the tip of the iceberg.
After taking a quick look around, although their true faces were hidden, Li Muchan could still vaguely recognize from their figures several people he had met in the Forest of Hundred Ghosts before, including the princess of the Demon Sect, all of them were there.
"quiet!"
Suddenly, a very penetrating voice was heard in the building.
Li Muchan stood in the corner, looking up, and saw an old man with big hands and feet walking down the stairs with his hands behind his back.
Among all the people present, only this person revealed his true face.
It is the water messenger.
Behind him, there were twenty-four strong-dressed men, all wearing devil masks, with tall and sturdy bodies, and bulging muscles on their bare arms. They were the legendary Vajra Warriors.
These people worked in groups of two, carrying a huge wooden box on their shoulders, which made the stairs creak.
"Everyone, I will be in charge of the reward and punishment this time." The water envoy clasped his fists and spoke in a friendly tone. His voice was full of energy and fell into the ears of everyone, "I have seen you."
No one spoke in the audience, but everyone's eyes began to shine, staring at the twelve huge wooden boxes.
Over the years, at the middle and end of each year, in order to stabilize the hearts of the members, the Demon Cult would reward merits and punish crimes by distributing rare treasures, martial arts secrets, weapons from famous masters, and stunningly beautiful women.
This is also one of the reasons why the lawless disciples of the Demon Sect still abide by the laws of the Demon Sect after setting foot in the Central Plains.
Apart from this, they are more afraid of the methods used by the Demon Cult; and the Central Plains martial arts community has always regarded the members of the Demon Cult as tigers and wolves. Once their identities are revealed, their fate can be imagined. In addition, they will have to face the pursuit of the "Qinglong Society", which means they have no chance of survival.
In this way, the Demon Cult is the only support for these people.
Li Muchan felt a lot of emotions in his heart. In this world, one can only move forward and not retreat.
In the field, amidst the uproar, the twelve huge wooden boxes were opened one by one.
Everyone's eyes widened.
But they saw several balls of jewels shining brightly under the lights, dazzling people. They all exclaimed in surprise and were greatly shocked.
Inside the wooden box were piled gold, silver, jewelry, antique calligraphy and paintings, and all kinds of extremely rare treasures; there were pearls from the South China Sea, gemstones from Persia, a three-foot-tall jade Guanyin, hundreds-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, and flawless jade disks...
Too many.
Everyone was dumbfounded, stunned, and talking about it, it was a very lively scene.
Even the famous swords collected by the once famous "Cangjian Villa" are included, with a total of five swords, all of which are rare swords in the world.
But what is really exciting are the big boxes at the back.
The wooden box was wide open, and everyone came closer to take a look. Their heartbeats quickened and their breathing became rapid. Inside were actually several gorgeous and charming foreign Hu girls, all of them were beautiful, with waists as slender as willows, skin as white as cream, and faces covered with gauze. They huddled inside the box like frightened rabbits, making people's throats and tongues squirm.
Li Muchan only took a glance and could tell that these people were clearly skilled in martial arts. Their eyes seemed evasive, but there was no fear at all. Who was the wolf and who was the rabbit was still another matter.
He originally wanted to see what was going on, but suddenly a person squeezed out in front of him.
The person was wearing a cloak, holding a wooden crutch, and was hunched over. She was an old woman with white hair and a bunch of pockmarks on her face. She also poked her head in, then turned her head and grinned at Li Muchan with a mouthful of rotten teeth.
Li Muchan originally didn't want to pay attention to it, but when he met this person's eyes, he inexplicably felt a sense of déjà vu. Just as he was frowning in thought, the last wooden box in the field had been opened, which immediately caused a cry of surprise and a change of expression.
"Ah, it's actually the magic skill to protect the religion!"
"Iron Chewing Technique!"
"Mo Ri Nong Yue Big Star Picking Hand!"
"The Great Hand of Heaven and Earth Destruction!"
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The water envoy raised his voice, his eyes sparkled, and he said to the people in an inspiring voice: "This time is different from the past. It is because too many disciples of our Holy Church have been killed in recent times. The leader specially selected these three books of divine skills to reward the meritorious officials who have made contributions to the Church."
Everyone was thirsty and all the gold, silver, jewelry, beauties and weapons were forgotten.
In this world, fame and fortune, fame comes before fortune. If you want to gain fame, you must have strength first. Start with martial arts secrets, and after you succeed, you can have whatever you want. Moreover, this is the confidence to survive.
Li Muchan stared at the old woman's back and slowly backed away.
Because he had already recognized who this person was, who else could it be other than Shangguan Xiaoxian.
It's really haunting.
As expected, he is a man of great skill and courage, daring to sneak into the cult's stronghold at this time.
As if she noticed Li Muchan's reaction, the old woman blinked her bright eyes, made a shushing gesture, and asked with a half-smile, "Who do you think is prettier, them or me?"
Li Muchan had a blank expression on his face, and his ten fingers of both hands were quietly curled inward at his sides, and suddenly an evil wind became stronger.
The water master in the field looked around at everyone, suddenly smiled coldly, and said indifferently: "Since you are not members of my Demon Sect, please show yourself!"
"escape!"
Upon hearing this, there were urgent shouts and several figures rushed out of the window like arrows.
"Hey, hey, where are you going!"
The fire master flashed out, wielding both swords to capture souls. The shadows of the swords flashed in the air, and suddenly the bodies of the two people in the air were separated . The blood from the broken necks splashed like a roar, splattering in the air.
"kill!"
The fire master killed the two men with his sword, and was filled with murderous intent. He was laughing wildly, but he didn't expect that at this moment all the lights were extinguished by a strong wind.
There was chaos in the dimness, but the lights soon came on again.
The Water Envoy had a grim expression. Under his right palm, a man knelt on the ground and died, his skull shattered and blood gushing from all his seven orifices.
But when he looked carefully, his face turned pale and he saw that the three secret books in the wooden box had disappeared.
"Chase me!"
The previous part is to lay out some details of the protagonist's appearance, and now it starts from September Eagle Flying, and some details will be laid out as much as possible, and extended, and there are also Moonlight Blade, the Third Master's Sword, Crescent Moon Scimitar, etc...
