Tianbao Fuyao Lu: 7|Hey Bae Monkey Ratio

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At night, the inside of the square is quiet, and there are a few dogs barking every now and then, there are few houses with lights on, and the carp demon is instigating behind him again. The talk makes you come early and you don’t come early. Now everyone is scattered clean, with black lights blinding. I can't see the plaque. Where can I find land?

Hongjun stood for a while, the three thousand drums stopped, and the whole city entered the night, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and knock on the door to ask for directions. After knocking on a few houses, a dumb old man finally ran into Hongjun's face with a lamp. Hongjun had to complain and turned away. The alley is almost an abandoned house, and I don’t know how long it has been since no one has picked it up. There are weeds in it. Hongjun lay down on the ground, ignoring the dirt, and fell asleep as soon as he fell sleepy.

That night, dark clouds obscured the moonlight. In the depths of Xingqing Palace, the yin wind was rolled up, the gauze curtains fluttered, and the candlelight was swaying unceasingly by the wind.

A lady wearing a black robe and embroidered with gluttonous patterns sits upright in the hall. Three men wore cloaks to cover their faces. One of them held a tray, and a handful of them was placed on the tray. Blood-stained flying knife.

"What is this?" the lady said.

"Flying Mastiff was hit by a knife while hunting outside the city." The man whispered, "Let it go to the Daming Palace, first hide and heal."

The lady's slender fingers picked up the flying knife, her brow furrowed, and she looked at it for a moment, and her dignified face was reflected on the Zhanxian flying knife.

"I haven't seen it." She threw the throwing knife back onto the tray, "Dang Cang".

"Someone is coming." Another man said.

"It's been so many years." The lady said coldly: "It's only then that I will present this flying knife to your Majesty tomorrow, and see what he says. What about the one who makes the flying knife?"

"We were caught up by Li Jinglong, and the two had a fight." The third man reported, "I lost it, I'm afraid..."

"Hahahaha—" The lady laughed presumptuously, and Huazhi said tremblingly, "It's kind of interesting, that crazy and stupid Li Jinglong, is there any dream of slaying demons?"

"After that incident last night, Fei Mastiff accidentally appeared at the top of the city, and it was spreading outside." The man said, "There are demons in Chang'an."

"Oh?" The lady smiled, "Is there a demon in Chang'an? I have heard of it for the first time. The holy emperor reigns, the world is rising, the world is home, where is the demon? Minger should look for him Let’s talk about it. Let’s go down and let the flying mastiff stop showing up, find the owner of the flying knife, and after finding it, send the flying mastiff to feed."

In the early autumn morning, there was a muffled air in the air. After a few bird calls, there was a flutter of wings on the plane tree outside the house and the birds all flew away.

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the front yard, which suddenly awakened Hongjun from his sleep,

Suddenly, the carp demon woke up and was so scared. After getting out of the baggage, the fish body slapped on the ground and said: "What's wrong! What's wrong!"

Immediately after it was a "carp hitting", stood up sharply with both feet turned, looked left and right, and said: "Where is this?"

"Anyone?" the man said, pushing the door of the front hall and walking in.

Hongjun immediately raised his hand to cover his face. In the dim sunlight, he saw a thin young man nine feet tall wearing a strange costume and looked at him in surprise.

The two stared at each other for a moment. Hongjun saw the man's face clearly. His facial features were deep, his cheekbones were high, his eyebrows were as thick as eagle feathers, and his lips were well-defined. The complexion is a healthy bronze color after the sun all year round. The thick black hair has several pigtails, a bow and a quiver slung behind his back, and he wears a sheepskin shoulder jacket, revealing a strong bronze right shoulder, and a pair of black hunters. Boots, with a backpack around the waist, like a hunter.

The man has wide shoulders and narrow waist, even in a sheepskin hunting jacket, he still looks extraordinary,

"Scare the demon." said the carp demon.

The young man was shocked when he saw the carp monster, backhand drew an arrow from the quiver behind his back, and instantly opened his longbow.

Hongjun immediately stood in front of the carp monster: "This monster is not harmful, I am an exorcist!" He was afraid that the carp monster would tear down the stage again, and shouted: "Zhao Zilong, stop talking nonsense!"

The young man put his bow and arrow away, half-believing, looked at Hongjun, and asked: "Are you an exorcist? Why do you bring a demon? This...who do you want to report?"

Hongjun said blankly: "Report?"

The young man raised his hand, pointed at Hongjun's head, and motioned him to look.

Hongjun looked up and saw that a plaque was hung on the front hall of this abandoned house with five characters: Datang Exorcism Division.

In the garden of Xingqing Palace, the sky outside the wall was densely cloudy and sultry. Li Longji hugged Yang Yuhuan and was too hot. He wanted to paste it after he separated. Tired and crooked for a while, the two of them were all sweaty, drinking iced sour plum soup, and had to hook their fingers at each other. Mrs. Guo Guo peeled the lychees on the side, put them in a five-color glass bowl, and packed them with ice cubes. Yang Guozhong grabbed the peeled lychees and ate them.

"Li Jinglong, the Captain of the Longwu Army, is just a routine tour of the city at night. He took the opportunity to go to prostitutes. The men under his hands were drunk and brawl. They woke up the next day and saw that they couldn't clean up, so they made up a day. Big joke." Yang Guozhong said happily.

"This person must be dealt with." Mrs. Guoguo said, "What's the matter with lax control, negligence of duty, deception of the emperor, and spread of rumors?"

Yang Yuhuan suddenly remembered something and asked: "Is Li Jinglong... the cousin of General Feng!"

"It's him." Yang Guozhong said, "A few days ago, when the Qing Dynasty returned to the imperial court, he also submitted a letter to sponsor this younger brother, and wanted to take him out to make military exploits. In my opinion, it is just idle. , Of course not toss."

Li Longji gave a hum, just about to speak, Yang Yuhuan looked at his face, and finally couldn't bear it, and said: "General Feng has just made military exploits for the country, so he exiled his cousin... after all, young man It’s not a big crime to be strong."

"...Back then, Di Gong was faint, and he kept talking about demons and demons all the time." Li Longji remembered the past, and said, "There was also a department called the Exorcism Department. It was directly managed by Ping Zhangshi. , When the capital was later moved, they also moved over."

Yang Yuhuan said: "I still remember when I was a kid..."

"I knew you were going to talk about that white fox again." Mrs. Guoguo smiled.

Li Longji said: "Speaking of this, when I was a child and... when they went to sacrifice to the sky, they also saw the back of a black dragon in Luoshui."

Yang Yuhuan smiled and said: "That is Auspiciousness! The world does not know its beauty, so they refer to it as a demon. Auspiciousness, isn't it the proof of your majesty's destiny?"

"Yes." Li Longji replied, "...Hmm. I suddenly thought, that since Li Jinglong has such a wonderful talent, how about sending him in charge of the Exorcist Division?"

Yang Guozhong, Yang Yuhuan, and Mrs. Guo Guo were all startled, and then Yang Yuhuan laughed. Mrs. Guoguo's mouth twitched slightly, and she didn't know how to answer.

Li Longji said in a serious way: "Just do it, I don’t know where the Exorcist Division is, I think there is still. This person must be in the Longwu Army, and he can’t stay. Send him to guard the Exorcist Division. At the same time, I talked about "Auspiciousness" to the people of Chang'an, and Feng Changqing's wish was fulfilled. Then you will take care of it, Guozhong."

Yang Guozhong: "..."

In the abandoned house, Hongjun and the handsome young man looked at each other. He never expected it to be here! But this place has obviously been deserted for many years, the front hall is full of cobwebs, and the space inside is quite large when it enters the fourth courtyard three times. Turning to the front hall, there is a wide patio with a few decayed boxes, which are empty.

The young man named Morigen, a famous Shiwei, was also an exorcist who came to report. He asked Hongjun for a report letter and was looking outside. In the two letters, the general idea is that Chang'an demons are entrenched. Children of exorcist families from all over the country have invited Chang'an Datang Exorcism Division to report.

When Morigen read the letter, Hongjun wandered around in the abandoned Exorcist Division. There was a sycamore tree planted in the patio, which was higher than the eaves of the roof, and a lot of paulownia trees had fallen. The patio is connected to the east and west compartments by two cloisters. The corridors are hung with rusty wind chimes, and there is a wall at each end. The doors and windows of the twelve rooms are decayed, and the rats are squeaking and creaking.

The innermost part is a spacious hall, which is the main hall. The hall is covered with a large bamboo couch. There is a coffee table in the middle of the couch. As time goes by, everything has been broken. There are still a few broken under the wooden table. Porcelain cup.

There are stables in the backyard and a blocked back door.

"Kong Hongjun." After reading the letter in the front hall, Morigen stepped forward quickly, almost hitting the door lintel with his head, and said, "Our two letters are the same."

Hongjun said: "This is strange..."

In his imagination, the Datang Exorcist Department should be a place with people. Unlike the legendary government, most of them have the size of a post station. Now they are empty and there is no one. Then who is this letter? Sent out?

Before going down the mountain, Qingxiong never told where Thaksin came from, nor did he mention what kind of family he was. But in this way, it seems that someone copied it by hand and sent it out one by one, and the letter was signed "Di".

"Is the messenger Di Renjie?" said Morigen, "hasn't it been dead for many years?"

"You look at the wall?" The carp demon said, standing in the main hall, tilting his head.

Hong Jun: "Huh?"

Hongjun stepped forward to wipe off the gray on the wall, and a mottled mural appeared. On the mural was a sitting official in a purple suit, and a patina-covered censer was placed in front of the mural.

"This should be him." Morigen said.

"Will the Exorcist Division move?" Hongjun asked.

"This is what the letter says." Morigen said, "Besides, you see, it has been abandoned for many years, not like a temporary move."

The two stood in front of the mural for a while, Hongjun was smashed through the thorns, trekking through the mountains and wading, and finally reached the end not far away, but found that it was completely different from his own imagination. Suddenly, he climbed the mountain for a long time, but found that there was nothing at the top Disappointment. At this moment, I suddenly heard a voice from the front yard:

"Yo, the door is down. Is there anyone?"

A young Hu man wearing a luxurious dark red martial arts robe and carrying a piano is standing in the courtyard. I was withdrawing money to send two porters carrying large and small burdens, and put the luggage in the yard.

The young man has a high nose and deep eyes, one head is curled up, and four rings are on his hands. His skin is milky and creamy, and he shakes a little sapphire blue fan in his hand, blocking his head to cover the sun, looking left. Looking right, he looked confused.

Mo Rigen and Hongjun walked out of the front hall.

"Hey hey--!" When the husky young man shouted, both of them were startled.

"Hey, bleating monkeys--!" The young Hu man opened his arms and shouted enthusiastically, "My dear friends from Datang! Hello!"

Immediately afterwards, the young man walked forward quickly, first hugging Morigen, and then strongly hugging Hongjun.

"I am Tyropotamia Homihawk Hammorabi." The young Nahuman said: "You can call me'Atai'."

The Human youth who called Artest finished introducing himself, put his hands on his chest and slowly moved away, then bowed gracefully, and said, "Excuse me, is this the Datang Exorcist Division? This is my recommendation. Letter, who is the official in charge?"

Mo Rigen and Hongjun were dumbfounded at the same time, but before they asked questions, someone came in again.

"Anyone?"

The three turned their heads at the same time and saw a tall scribe coming in from outside the courtyard to look around.

"Now, Qiu Yongsi, a person from Jiangnan..." The scribe handed over and smiled, "Recommended by my grandfather, here...what's the matter? Why are your expressions all..."

"This...Is...wei...weird???? Huh? Why are there monsters in the division?!"

A quarter of an hour later, everyone took a letter and looked at each other.

"This is not right. You are all here to report? Is Dali Temple in charge?" asked Mo Rigen from Wei Wei.

Scribe Qiu Yongsi said: "Before I came here, I went to Dali Temple first, they don't care."

Human Atai said: "I asked at Honghe Temple, and they don't care."

The four people sat around and fell silent. All four of them received the report, but a deserted, overgrown exorcist came. What is going on?

"I think one thing is suspicious." Artai snapped his fingers, paced the hall, looked at Morigen, and muttered, "I'm in Tochara, brother Morigen is in the prairie. , This beautiful brother..."

"My name is Hongjun, Kong Hongjun." Hongjun said.

"Where do you live?" Artest asked with a smile.

"Taihang Mountain."

"Where are you?" Artai asked the scribe who called Qiu Yongsi.

"West Lake." Qiu Yongsi said.

Artest said: "We are close and far away, and the time we receive the letter is different. Why did we arrive in Chang'an on the same day?"

"Yes!" Hong Jun said.

"Oh?" Qiu Yongsi said, "You also just arrived?"

"Yeah." Morigen nodded slowly, thoughtfully, "As long as you find the person who sent the letter, you can understand the truth."

Hongjun thought that if this person could deliver the letter to Qingxiong, would it also mean that he knew he was in Yaojin Palace? If you know, maybe you know Di Renjie and his father Kong Xuan? At least the sender is aware of the past?

Hongjun hesitated for a moment, and suddenly he thought: "Do you think someone will come later?"

Artest nodded, a sly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Yes, what we should do, maybe just wait."