Chapter 204 Searching for 500 Detained Friends

Thanks for the pity: ...what?

Jun Wu seemed to be concerned, and after deliberation for a while, he said: "What's wrong with Xianle, why did you suddenly ask your master? Did you encounter something in Tonglu Mountain? Is it related to him?"

Xie Lian came back to his senses, and was about to explain briefly and then ask questions, when suddenly he heard a noise coming from there, Jun Wu said: "I saw the three mountains you mentioned are strange, and they are really strange! I will deal with them first, then Let’s talk in detail. However, since Xianle asked about it, remember one thing: your master is not a simple person, if you do meet him, be careful!”

After finishing speaking, there was silence over there, thanking him: "Emperor?"

Jun Wu didn't respond anymore. The mountain monster is difficult to deal with, and the three siege and attack are even more difficult. Before thanking the pity, the mana that was used up and manipulating a giant statue against the sky could not be solved. Now that Junwu is dealing with it alone, I am afraid it will take some energy. After briefly explaining the psychic content to Huacheng, the two stopped.

At this moment, they were on a wide and open street. Looking up to the sky, the dark clouds covered the moon, and they could vaguely see wisps of black smoke-like things floating in front of the cold moon, as if dizzy in the clear water.

Those are the resentful spirits passed down by Bai Wuxiang from Wuyong Temple. They haven't come in yet, because the aura of the emperor in the palace and the palaces and temples of various immortals and gods in the imperial city complement each other, forming a majestic aura. A natural layer of enchantment will block such a large number of evil things from the aura, so they can only wander above the high sky.

Almost every city has a similar aura, because wherever there will be a few great characters, great priests, so-called outstanding people. However, it cannot be stopped forever. Huacheng Road: "Just reinforce this layer."

However, the question is how to strengthen it? Xie Lian said: "Charm? Magic weapon?" Then he said, "I'm afraid it won't work."

This is the resentful spirit covering the entire imperial city. Unless you also find thousands of spells and magical treasures, you may not be able to withstand it. Walking around, Xie Lian gritted his teeth and said: "Sanlang, I have a way, maybe I can strengthen this layer, but... I need people."

Huacheng Road: "How much?"

Thanks for the pity: "A lot. The more the better, at least five hundred."

Huacheng Road: "Dead and alive?"

He listened seriously, not joking, thanking him: "Living people. Ghosts are not acceptable. I need to use the yang and vigor of living people to repel those resentful spirits."

Huacheng Road: "In this case, that is to say, it must be voluntary."

Thanks for the pity: "Yes. It must be voluntary, and there is the will to fight back and defend. If you are timid or lack of energy, you may be taken advantage of."

Huacheng nodded slightly and said: "Just like the soldiers who were killed in the front of the battlefield, they must be the ones who want to win the most and have faith. If you are forced to run away or run away with no morale, you will never win. Throw away your armor and discard your armor, and you'll be utterly defeated."

Thanks for the pity: "That's the truth. Can Saburo find it?"

After thinking for a moment, Huacheng slowly said: "Brother, if you want to die, I can find it for you. It is easy to live involuntarily. But it is not necessarily easy to be willing."

After a pause, he continued: "There are indeed many people in the world who worship ghost kings, but I know that firstly, they are afraid of me, and secondly, they have something to do with me, so they are afraid that I will obey me. I can intimidate me. Lure, but this method, I'm afraid you won't be able to find the kind of person you need, brother. Sorry."

Xie Lian was fascinated and said, "You don't need to apologize. Let's find a way to find it together."

Huacheng Road: "Well. However, brother, there is good news. There is a group of living people at the corner of fifty steps ahead."

Xie pity also felt it, and rushed forward to take a look, just opposite a group of people who were going to turn the corner, he suddenly appeared and shouted: "Ghost!!!"

Xie Lian took a closer look, recognized the person, and said happily: "Everyone, it's not a ghost, it's me!"

The group of people, monks, monks, Taoists, Taoists, and folks are all different, and they are very familiar. The leader of the Taoist man in Chinese clothes is not the eyes of the sky? The large group in the back is not the one who has been entangled with the two of them all the way, and is open in the barren mountains. The group of mages who were stunned by the roof of the Black Heart Store?

Behind Xie Lian, Huacheng walked up slowly with his hands behind his back. He is not in the form of a child now, he is indifferent, with a stern smile, so frightened that his eyes are wide open and the others immediately retreat three feet: "And he said that it is not a ghost! It is a ghost! It is a ghost! It is still a ghost king!!!"

Huacheng smirked and snorted impatiently, not even making a comment. Xie pity is now looking for people everywhere, and quickly raised his hand: "Everyone, it's just right, there is something..."

Unexpectedly, when he raised his hand, the reaction from the other side was several times more exaggerated than he had imagined.

"..."

Xie Lian thought about it for a while before he remembered what the so-called "hidden weapon" was. After a moment of silence, he said, "You don't have to be afraid. I don't have a hidden weapon on me." It took more than half a day to carve. He added: "And last time you forced us to be like that, and we didn't do anything to you, and we don't need it now."

Hearing this, everyone thought about that reason, and quickly got up from the ground again, patted the dust and dressed their clothes, but still kept their distance, and did not put down the magic tools such as the Zen staff and sword. Tianyan said: "I said that this Taoist priest has not seen you for a long time, and the ghost energy in you has become more serious. I think it is better for you to return to the shore as soon as possible. Why is it so serious? I don't want to bluff you. Clear your face."

"..." Xie Lian almost wanted to blush when he heard it. He didn't dare to look at Huacheng, and interrupted, "I'll talk about this later. Everyone, I watched the sky at night and saw some bad things. Did you see it?"

Tianyan said: "Of course I saw it! Watching the sky at night is what we must do every day. I also said what kind of monsters and ghosts are doing ghosts, is it Huacheng again... Lord?"

Thanks for the pity: "Of course not, otherwise I won't remind you. We are also here for those things, and we are trying to strengthen the aura of the imperial city."

Tianyan opened his eyes and asked: "You? Think of a way?"

"Will the ghost king be so kind?"

Huacheng smiled and said: "It's not kind, but if I want to do something in the imperial city, this aura can't stop me at all."

The expressions of the mages were unpredictable. Xie Lian knew that the vigilance was not so easy to eliminate, and he did not force it, and said: "I have dealt with those things in the sky, and they are very tricky. If they are allowed to break through the protection field of the imperial city and come in, it will be a mess, so now I am looking for someone to help. It takes five hundred people to set up a defense."

Tianyan's eyes were wide open: "Five hundred people?! What kind of formation are you in? You want so many people! I've never heard of it?"

Xie Lian was embarrassed to say that 500 people was the minimum requirement. In fact, if he wanted to let go, he would probably need 800 people. A group of mages also said, "I haven't heard of it either. Has anyone seen the record in which book?" "Are those things so powerful?" Hundreds of people, I have never heard of setting up a formation that requires so many people." "Is there any danger?"

After careful consideration, Xie Lian said truthfully: "I can't tell. Maybe there is, maybe not. Only 70 to 80% sure. Because, I have never tried this formation."

It is impossible to find the records of the predecessors, because this formation was not learned by Xie Lian from the book or from whom, but over the past 800 years, he kept thinking while walking, thinking What should do if the human-faced epidemic breaks out again one day, can just sit back and wait? This is how came up with it. At that time, he didn't really think that he would face this big crisis again in the future, but he didn't expect it to come in handy.

A group of people over there discussed it for a long time, and finally, Tianyan turned around and said cautiously: "We can't get that many people together. And..."

Moreover, they do not trust Xie Lian and Huacheng.

This is also a helpless thing. After all, they don't know what the human face epidemic is and how powerful it is. In the past, Huacheng had a grudge with them and played them as bugs. Xie Lian originally thought that these people were all mages, and they should have their own sects and disciples. Maybe the miscellaneous Lala could make up three or four hundred people, and the rest would try to find a way, but it seemed that hope was lost.

Huacheng Road: "Brother doesn't have to talk nonsense with them. Let's go."

Xie pity nodded, not discouraged, and left with him. However, Tianyankai and others did not leave, but sneaked behind them, thinking they were well hidden. Xie Lian was very speechless, but thinking that these mages probably followed because they were afraid that they would bring disaster to the imperial city. At this time, Huacheng proposed: "It's better to go to the gathering place of the poor, where there are many desperados and daring people, and there may be something to gain."

So, the two turned to the dark part of the imperial city. Walking to a temple that was demolished and tattered, I glanced at it, and people slept in chaos in the temple until they slept outside the temple. This seems to be a group of homeless, or beggars. It was freezing cold, and almost all of them were in ragged clothes. Some occupy a broken straw mat, some hold straw for warmth, and some simply sleep on the ground. Those who were awake were either screaming in pain from the sores on their bodies, or they were picking at the lice on their bodies, and there was a man walking around the temple with a lame leg, as if he was bringing water bowls to the sick. Before entering, a smell of sweat and weirdness wafted out, which was suffocating.

The most prosperous area and the most filthy and rundown slums are so close to each other, almost only one street apart. The comparison between the two is embarrassing, but Xie Lian has no time to sigh at the moment. He stepped over the threshold and said, "Can you guys do me a favor?"

Before anyone could answer, someone yelled, "Help you motherfucker! I still want someone to help me! Let me stop sleeping, go go!"

Xie Lian was not annoyed, and said: "It is a very important matter. If you are willing to lend a helping hand, you will definitely...you will definitely benefit the people!"

He originally wanted to say that he would be grateful, and naturally he would thank him, but if he went there for "thanks" in the first place, it would be an impure mind. The beggars in the temple scolded even more fiercely: "It's none of my business to benefit the people!" Someone asked, "Is there any reward?"

Xie pity looked back, Huacheng's eyes flashed with unpleasant light, and it seemed that he wanted to be ruthless. He hurriedly pulled him and whispered: "Don't say goodbye. Saburo, as you said, coercion and temptation will not work. I will say it well, There are seventy or eighty people here, and we can always find a few that can be used.”

The strange light in Huacheng's eyes just disappeared. At this time, a slightly sandy voice said: "Hey hey hey! Everyone listen to me! Listen to me! Stop arguing! Let him talk about what's going on first!"

Xie Lian turned around and saw that the lame beggar who was talking was also ragged and unkempt, thin and thin, and could not see what it looked like, but the voice seemed to be quite young. He waved his hand to greet everyone in the temple, but strangely he only waved one hand, so his posture was a bit awkward. All the beggars seemed to listen to him, and their cursing became weaker. Thanks for the pity: "Thank you!" No nonsense, the backhand is a palm flame, jumping high, scaring the beggars to scream and screaming, and those who didn't wake up woke up, saying: "What kind of magic is this?! "

Xie Lian said sternly: "It's not magic, it's fairy magic, which proves that what I said is true. It's true, it's like this, now there are a large number of monsters and ghosts surrounding the imperial city, and they are about to attack. Now we need 500 people. Voluntarily join the magic circle and protect the imperial city. Who is willing to come? I will not hide it, I may encounter danger, but I will never force it, just voluntarily!"

"..."

Inside the broken temple, there was silence for a while. The beggars looked at each other, but no one stood up and said I was willing. After a long while, one person said, "Guard the imperial city? Forget it."

Xie pity turned his head and looked, the man fell down and said to himself: "The imperial city doesn't protect me, hey, I still protect the imperial city? How about love, it's none of my business!"

He spoke indifferently with anger. Xie pity is not incomprehensible, but this is not easy to handle. Obviously, this temple is crowded with poor people who are in a similar situation to this man, and he thinks the same way. He didn't say that he was paid, and his life in the imperial city was not so good. Why should he help at this time? It was freezing cold in the temple in the winter, who would want to go out?

Xie Lian tried to make the last effort and said: "If those things invade the imperial city, there will be a terrible outbreak of plague, and in the end everyone will be affected."

An old beggar lying on the ground said, "What plague can be more frightening than this old sore on my body?"

"If there is a plague, then it's a big deal. It's not necessary to stay here, and it's not a good place. It's not the same where you go."

"Then let those dignified lords and young ladies in the imperial city go there. There will always be people there, why do you have to go?"

"This..." Xie Lian couldn't explain it. Those dignified lords and eldest ladies would also think the same: if I don't go, someone else will. Moreover, because they have family business and foundation in the imperial city, facing danger, there are more things they can't bear, and this idea will be stronger. It's not that it's wrong or bad to think this way, it's just that if everyone thinks this way, things won't go on.

After waiting for a while, no one came out, thank you decisively: "Okay. Excuse me."

He turned around and exited the broken temple, Huacheng said: "Brother, don't worry, there are people on my side. There is always enough news to spread out."

Xie pity nodded. He was not worried that he would not find enough 500 people in the end, but he was worried that there was not enough time, and catching people to make up the number would be counterproductive. Looking at the sky, the black clouds were still obscuring the sky and making it impossible to understand.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Wait! Wait, wait! - I'll go!"

Hearing this, Xie Lian was startled and turned back suddenly. I saw the lame beggar dragging one leg and jumping out of the temple gate, saying, "Does the person you are looking for just need to live or what? Is it okay to have broken hands and feet?"

It turned out that this man's movements looked awkward because not only did he lame a leg, but he also broke an arm, hanging limply.

Seeing that someone finally took the initiative, Xie Lian's heart was hot, and he immediately said: "No problem at all!"

The man was also quite cheerful and said, "That's good! Take me with you!"

The beggars in the temple were shocked: "What are you doing? Didn't you listen to him, there may be danger!"

"Yeah! And I didn't give me any money. I didn't mention the compensation for a long time!"

"Don't go into this muddy water, Lao Feng will come back soon!"

"..."

Since just now, Xie Lian has always felt that this person is very familiar. But because the appearance was so different from the person he remembered, and the voice was slightly sandy, not quite the same, so he didn't recognize it. And the moment he heard others blurt out the word "wind", he finally suddenly woke up.

Xie pity stared at him tightly, and said incredulously: "...Master Feng Shi???"

The beggar laughed, stretched out a hand and brushed away the black hair on his face, and said, "I was recognized by you, His Royal Highness!"

Under the dirty black hair, a pair of extremely bright and bright eyes are as bright as ever.