I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

Chapter 48 Doubt

The next day.

The sun was shining brightly, and Mo Qi finished his morning practice and came to the reception hall of the worship building.

Except for the offerings that are performing tasks outside, the rest are all here.

Counting the old man in green robe, there were six people in total.

The leprous monk.

Wearing Qi embroidery, he looks like a fat man outside the army.

A taciturn middle-aged man with low eyebrows.

The beautiful woman wearing a skirt and gauze dress looks about thirty years old.

The last one touched the mustache at the corner of his mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced over Mo Qi's body.

The six of them had obviously passed their Qi, and they were not surprised by Mo Qi's arrival.

Maybe yesterday, they were already discussing how to deal with this high-ranking Wuling Sect member from the county town.

Mo Qi's eyes were full of magic power, and he was observing everyone's reactions, as well as those who were similar to Li Qingfeng.

What surprised him was that although these people had evil auras, murderous auras, ghost auras, yin auras and other filthy auras, they were all very weak and could not compare to the demon cultivator that day.

"Let me introduce to you, this is the high sect of Wuling Sect, the guardian immortal master of Bafang County, Fellow Taoist Mo." Lu Chengyi held his hand and introduced to everyone with a smile.

The remaining five people glanced at each other, then raised their hands and praised: "Friend Daoist Mo."

"Don't dare to take it seriously."

Mo Qi also returned the gift, not being arrogant just because he was a member of the sect.

It should be noted that his strength is not top-notch among this group of casual cultivators, and he also has to ask others for things. After all, he should have a better attitude, so as not to say that the Five Spirit Sect is bullying others.

"Let me tell you bluntly, Bafang County..." Mo Qi told everyone what he said to Lu Chengyi.

It's just that the powerful effect of the Soul Reverend Banner was hidden in the process, and the focus was on describing the powerful demon cultivator.

Anyway, after the demon cultivator dies, his aura dissipates, and they cannot judge the demon cultivator's personal strength.

So Mo Qi just asked to see the magic cultivator's skills and magic weapons, and planned to take one away.

He can't do good deeds without leaving a name, and the spoils of war go to these incompetent people in Liangdu's worship building.

Even if there is any objection, it should be the two people who died on that day.

The two people looked at each other, and then Lu Chengyi spoke on behalf of everyone: "The bodies of the two deceased worshippers and the demon cultivators have been buried. The skills and magical tools they left behind have been put into the treasure house of the worship building, and there are accounts for inspection."

"The accounts of Treasure Pavilion are controlled by Fellow Daoist Liu."

Hearing the green-robed old man mentioning himself, the chubby fat man took out the account book from the storage talisman with a smile.

With the infusion of mana, the account book suddenly enlarged its shadow, forming floating and shining words.

"Recorded last month."

"Fellow Daoist Wen and Daoist Zhu are dead. There are two books of exercises and one book of spells in the Nawu Talisman."

"A low-grade magic weapon, a soul-stirring bell, and a low-grade magic weapon, a broken tortoise shell."

Although the tortoise shell's body protection was shattered by Tushanjun, there were only cracks in the body, so it could still be used as a protective armor.

It just fell from a low-grade magic weapon to a fake magic weapon.

It can no longer be activated with mana, and it seems that it has little effect.

"Leg bones of advanced monster beasts, snake orchid grass, and a bottle of non-advanced Nayuan Pill."

"There are three spiritual stones in total."

"There are various common things and dozens of taels of broken silver. Since both of them have no descendants, they are temporarily stored in the enshrinement building."

"An unknown demon cultivator possesses a medium-grade magic weapon, a sword hairpin, a skill set, an entry-level talisman, two non-grade Yin beads, and a pair of non-grade tiger bones."

This is what's left of the trio.

Mo Qi looked slightly surprised. The sword hairpin that the demon cultivator had not used turned out to be a middle-grade magical weapon like his wooden sword.

It seemed that the demon cultivator no longer had the mana to use the flying sword that day.

Otherwise, the result is really hard to say.

It's just that among the things recorded, there is no soul-honoring flag.

Mo Qi's expression flashed, and he returned to his usual expressionless face. He glanced around and saw no unexpected expressions on everyone's faces.

It would be okay if one or two people looked like this, but all six of them looked like this.

A medium-grade magic weapon is enough to break the head of a casual cultivator, let alone a high-grade magic weapon like the Zunhun Banner.

There was no way they could still sit at the same table.

"Didn't the Soul Reverend Banner be discovered by them?" The idea was rejected by Mo Qi as soon as it came into his mind. The Soul Reverend Banner is a magic weapon, how could the Qi Practitioner not recognize it.

Either someone was greedy for the Soul Reverend Banner, or the Soul Reverend Banner never got into their hands.

If it wanders around or is misunderstood and taken away by others, it does not rule out that the person who took the Soul Flag knows the goods.

When Mo Qi was observing everyone, everyone was also observing Mo Qi.

Now a month has passed, and the ownership rights of the sword hairpin, a medium-grade magical weapon, have not yet been determined.

They all want it for themselves.

But there are not enough resources to replace them.

It's obviously not possible to rank based on seniority. In terms of force, the strongest among the people is only at the sixth level of Qi training.

In the later stage of Qi training, monks are not willing to stay in the secular world and serve as so-called worshipers.

One year, I took a few spiritual stones given by the dynasty and delayed my practice.

Now that those people have reached the advanced stage, they plan to go further, climb to perfection, and then look for opportunities to become enlightened.

Seeing Mo Qi's arrival, everyone immediately shared the same hatred. As long as Mo Qi asked about the magic sword and hairpin, they would definitely stand on the same front to stop Mo Qi.

Mo Qi pondered for a long time, but decided to ask first: "Is there anything missing?"

"Gaomen..." The casual cultivator just raised his hands and refused, then realized that he seemed to have heard something wrong.

The beautiful woman quickly took over the words: "If you don't believe it, you can open the treasury to verify it."

"The treasury is shrouded in a formation. There are three doors that require three keys to open. I will keep the golden key for everyone." The old Taoist in green robe introduced with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, who is in charge of the accounts, keeps the silver key."

Monk Yuan Gun, who used his magic power to reveal the account book, nodded at Mo Qi.

The seal in his hand changed, and the account book flew directly back to his hand from mid-air, and the light that had just appeared also dissipated.

"The copper key I keep."

said the tall, lanky monk with a goatee.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to twist his beard, his expression flickered, and he didn't know where his thoughts were flying to.

The only person who didn't speak during this period was a taciturn middle-aged man.

And the leprosy-headed monk who has been reciting scriptures silently.

Mo Qi shook his head and did not follow the words.

That's what people say.

The matter of opening a treasury is even more offensive.

Furthermore, no one mentioned the Soul Reverend Banner, so it was impossible to throw the Soul Reverend Banner into the treasury.

One person was blind and failed to recognize the magic weapon. How could so many people see it wrong?

This matter still needs to be investigated from the source.

Mo Qi thought it was possible that the casual cultivator who was the first to come into contact with the corpse had concealed the Soul Reverend Banner.

Although the middle-grade sword hairpin is attractive, it is not as good as the soul-honoring banner.

"I wonder which senior received the body that day?"

Everyone's eyes followed Mo Qi's words and turned to Lu Chengyi. He did not shirk, but naturally raised his hands and said, "It was Pindao who took over with the boy that day."

Since there are human witnesses, they can certainly withstand scrutiny.

Later, accompanied by Lu Chengyi, we went to the cemetery and saw the two worshippers and the unmarked grave of the demon cultivator.

Obviously nothing gained.

Mo Qi did not plan to open the coffin to verify. If the Soul Reverend Flag was really still on the demon cultivator, it would be better to be buried in the grave than to appear outside.

In the end, the matter just fell into place.

Mo Qi obtained the low-grade magic weapon Soul-Calling Bell and the three spiritual stones that six people gathered together, and then got on the carriage and headed back to Bafang County City as the sun set.

A county cannot live without people.

Another order from the sect was sent.

He was ordered to return to the county town and meet with his senior brother who came to investigate.

This matter cannot be delayed.

Mo Qi is now one head and two big.

Because the demon cultivator was not reported, he was inevitably in trouble.

Now there is no clue to investigate.

Since the Zunhun Banner has disappeared, just let it go, it should be a missed opportunity.

As soon as Mo Qi left, the casual cultivators also dispersed.

Everyone had suspicions, but felt that they had no clue, so they all left with heavy worries.

The tall and thin monk with a goatee and a copper key pondered.

Returning to his residence, he thought about the abnormality of the high-ranking monk this morning.

"He was not surprised when he heard about the middle-grade sword hairpin, and most of the questions he asked were related to the demon cultivator, as if the demon cultivator should have something in his possession, and he was looking for that thing."

"Maybe scripture."

"Or maybe it's baby."

Twisting his beard, the monk took out the scripture from the talisman.

In fact, he was very nervous. Everyone had seen the blood evil method, but they stayed away from it because of the side effects.

The Blood Demon Technique was somewhat similar to his, so he bought the original one with half a spiritual stone.

I originally thought that the high-ranking official would ask for a check, and I was worried all morning. I didn't expect that the person who came in a hurry would actually leave in a hurry.

"The Blood Evil Technique, the Blood Evil Sect's technique."

"Contains two spells, the aura of light and the control of flags."

"Nothing strange about that."

The bearded monk flipped through the exercises.

The three words "Xuesha Sect" suddenly came into view.

"How can a demon cultivator from the Blood Fiend Sect be a sword cultivator?"

"Is there another magic weapon that can't be made?"

"And that magical sword has a shining aura, and it doesn't look like a magic weapon."

"Isn't there another main magic weapon?"

The bearded monk sat up suddenly.

If the main magic weapon of the demon cultivator was not taken away by the Five Spirit Sect monks, it must still be with the demon cultivator.

"It was Mr. Lu who got the news first."