Chapter 64: An ominous sign, in the slaughterhouse Mr. Jing, whose real name is Liu Jing, is a direct disciple of the twelfth priest of Liuzun Temple. He grew up in Liuzun Temple, practicing the temple's methods and determined to eliminate evil spirits. Lin Yan actually had a good impression of this young man who was just starting out. Especially after meeting Liu Yi and other scum of noble birth, I felt that Mr. Jing was a man of excellent character and a kind heart. Moreover, the young man's divine arts were actually quite accomplished. It was just that the evil spirit that night had just merged with the "divine will and energy". Apart from the secret arts controlled by the twelve temple priests, no ordinary temple arts could work on him. After this incident, Mr. Jing decided to report this evil and strange behavior to the Liuzun Temple. But within two days, Mr. Jing was about to die? "The six people who burned incense around Mr. Jing died the night before, but Mr. Jing probably had a high level of divine attainment, so he survived." Captain Meng Lu looked a little pale, and said, "Now the twelve priests of Liuzun Temple have tried every possible means to keep him alive, but they still couldn't wake him up."

"Therefore, even the Liuzun Temple doesn't know what happened to him." Hearing this, Lin Yan's expression gradually became solemn. Captain Meng Lu came closer and whispered, "The night patrollers who went to Niujiao Mountain with me that night also met with accidents last night..." "Ok?" Lin Yan said in a low voice: "What happened?" "These night watchmen were ordered to patrol last night. In the area near Niujiao Mountain, it seems that they killed each other because they picked up a gold bar. They died together. The incident was full of weirdness." Captain Meng Lu said solemnly: "There is only one survivor. Since returning from Niujiao Mountain, he has been weak and feverish, and has not been on duty. Now he is sick at home, and he escaped by luck." His expression was extremely complicated, and he said, "If this continues, I'm afraid the next one..." Although he didn't explain it clearly, Lin Yan knew what he meant. All the people in front are dead, so the next one will probably be Meng Lu and his soldiers' turn. "I have already reported this to the commander-in-chief. He has been guarding the city for decades and has a wide network of contacts, not limited to the Outer South Yamen." Meng Lu whispered, "He has already reported to the inner city, but there seems to be no movement. However, someone from Liuzun Temple came to me today..." Hearing this, Lin Yan raised his eyebrows and motioned Meng Lu to continue. "That was a woman named Ling He. She claimed to be Mr. Jing's senior sister and a direct disciple of the Twelve Temple Priests." "She said that this time, it was different from the past. It was not evil, not a demon, and not a human." "The temple currently has no solution, only some speculations." "Everyone who was on Niujiao Mountain that night was infected with bad luck. If they gathered together, bad luck would come." "Those ten or so night watchmen patrolled together at night, so the ominous sign appeared first." "Mr. Jing was on his way back to the city with the six divine messengers when something unexpected happened."

Meng Lu's face was completely bloodless. He said, "The commander-in-chief has temporarily dispersed all the soldiers under my command and organized them into different teams." After he finished speaking, he reached into his bosom and took out a few more talismans, saying, "This is what Miss Linghe gave me, and asked me to distribute to the brothers... These three are for Master Wu." Lin Yan did not refuse. He took the talisman and frowned, "What else did she say?" Meng Lu whispered, "After nightfall, don't gather together. There won't be any problems in the short term. The temple will solve it as soon as possible!" "During this period, you must not get injured, especially not bleed." After a pause, Meng Lu continued, "But I think this so-called ominous sign will gradually deepen over time, and in the end, even if I am alone, it will erupt." Having said that, he looked at the Fifth Master in front of him with an extremely complicated expression, with a hint of anticipation. After the battle at Niujiao Mountain, he realized that this Fifth Master was able to kill evil spirits. There is no other way for ordinary warriors to kill evil spirits except to borrow the power of the temple. Only by practicing martial arts to the state of refining essence and consuming essence and blood can one cause harm to evil spirits. To him, this strange incident was extremely terrifying. But to him, the strong men in the Refining Essence Realm were also unattainable. Maybe Fifth Master will have a way to deal with the ominous signs after the battle of Niujiao Mountain. "Be careful these days. If anything unexpected happens, you can come to Linjiang Division to find me." Lin Yan said this, and then he pondered, "I know too little about this matter, so I can't give you an answer for now. Let me investigate." Meng Lu bowed and left. Afterwards, Lin Yan returned to Linjiangsi and then to his residence, removed his disguise, took off his mask, and returned to his true appearance. He walked out of Linjiang Division as Lin Yan and went straight to Lu Gong's courtyard. But he found that the courtyard was locked, and neither Mr. Lu nor the black-faced man was at home. Thinking of the temple trying its best to solve the matter, Lin Yan couldn't help but think to himself: "Could it be that Liu Zun Temple asked Mr. Lu to enter the inner city to check what happened to Mr. Jing?" Thinking this, he was not in a hurry and headed towards the slaughterhouse. Now that Lin Yan is a small flag of Linjiang Division, he is really overwhelmed and can no longer continue working in the slaughterhouse. So he had to quit this job, which was a pity. After all, by slaughtering pigs and sheep every day and accumulating them over a long period of time, he could at least obtain some evil spirits. "Since I'm quitting, according to the rules, I'll hand it over to Xie Yang." Lin Yan thought so. There are quite a few servants in the slaughterhouse. Among them were several apprentices who followed him and learned how to slaughter pigs and sheep, and do the chores of cutting down tendons, bones, and flesh. The monthly wages these people earned were less than one or two taels of silver, but the advantage was that they could take some leftovers and take them back to support their families. If you can actually do it, you will get two taels of silver and your status will be greatly different.

When Lin Yan arrived at the slaughterhouse, he found the atmosphere a little strange. In the past two days, because of the entry of evil spirits into the city and the excessive blood and energy in the slaughterhouse, we had to rest temporarily. Therefore, Lin Yan could not even be said to have been absent from work these days. Before Lin Yan could guess what was going on, he saw an apprentice named Xie Yang running towards him. "Brother Yan, something bad has happened. Someone has taken your knife." "Ok?" Lin Yan raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but laugh. If the butcher's knife is occupied by someone else, it is equivalent to having your position taken away by someone else. His identity as a butcher was actually taken away by someone? "It's Zhou Qi. His sister married the head of the Third Street in the neighborhood a few days ago." Xie Yang whispered, "It is said that He Lizheng was punished recently and his future is worrying, so I gave your knife to Zhou Qi." Lin Yan frowned. Zhou Qi was also one of his apprentices. He was flattering but too cunning and two-faced. So Lin Yan planned to give the position to Xie Yang, and not to Zhou Qi. I didn't expect that someone would take my seat today? "Master Lin, I haven't seen you for a few days." At this time, a young man came over, laughing. He was holding a bloody butcher knife in his hand. He showed his pride and smugness without concealing it at all. (End of this chapter)