txolops Chapter 81 No Need to Worry
Chapter 81 No Need to Worry
Chapter 81 No Need to Worry
City God Temple in Zhangnan County.
Dozens of vengeful spirits were brought back, dressed in blue official robes, their faces much clearer than those of the underworld officials, and they opened the Book of Good and Evil.
Upon comparison, they were indeed all people whose lifespans had not yet ended.
The judge opened the Book of Good and Evil again, and as he touched it with his pen, a faint golden light appeared and then quickly disappeared.
"We can't find its origin!"
Wenpan was not surprised, as he was a righteous god appointed by the emperor of Jing Kingdom and possessed divine power.
According to the underworld messenger, those were cultivators whose depths were unfathomable.
It now seems that this person is even more powerful than the underworld officials described.
Otherwise, the distinction between good and evil wouldn't be so blurred, and their origins wouldn't be so unclear.
The judge looked at the soul-collecting underworld officials waiting beside him and said, "Since you are a person who has cultivated to a high level, your actions in the mortal world are governed by heavenly rules. There is no need to concern yourself with this matter."
After a pause, the judge added, "If you see him again next time, do not be negligent."
The underworld official bowed and responded, naturally not daring to be negligent.
The Ministry of Revenue's Office.
Tang Shijun was not a person who was afraid of death.
If he were afraid, he wouldn't have shielded his only disciple from harm and paved the way for him.
Despite his feelings, he remained calm and composed.
"Bring the wine," Tang Shijun ordered.
The guards immediately ordered the best Flower Goddess Wine in the capital to be brought over. It was packaged in a fine porcelain bottle and cost five taels of silver for less than a pound.
Tang Shijun, wearing an overcoat, sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, pouring himself a drink.
The night wind was still a bit chilly, blowing in gusts.
The pomegranate trees planted in the yard had just sprouted some leaves, and they were rustling in the wind.
A dozen or so guards, some visible and some hidden.
There were also martial arts warriors of the third rank or above hiding in the room.
The Ministry of Revenue's residence is so heavily guarded.
The night is deep.
There should have been no more sound.
But the guards still heard a faint sound; it was someone rushing towards them.
He looked at Tang Shijun with some concern: "My lord—"
Tang Shijun poured himself a second cup of wine without looking up: "Have you ever regretted being my bodyguard? Life must have been tough, right?"
Even in such a critical moment, he still had the leisure to chat about everyday things.
Although the guard was anxious, he still replied without hesitation, "I have never regretted it! My lord, you are for the country and the people, and you will not be tolerated by treacherous officials."
He paused, and the guard's square face hardened with an even more resolute expression.
"My family members have already been sent away; I have no more ties!"
He didn't say "die," but every word he uttered conveyed a sense of fearlessness in the face of death.
Tang Shijun smiled and handed him the second cup of wine: "Wine emboldens heroes, this is a reward for you."
The guard accepted the drink with both hands, bowed respectfully, and then drank it all in one gulp.
He returned the cup with both hands and turned to face forward.
With a whoosh, the long sword was drawn, its tip pointing diagonally downwards.
A faint smell of alcohol mingled with a strong killing intent.
After a moment, the sounds outside quieted down.
This indicates that the person who came has arrived.
A crossbow bolt shot from the top of the wall, heading straight for Tang Shijun's face—a ruthless act.
Without any hesitation, this was a second-rank official personally appointed by the emperor.
According to the laws of Jing Kingdom, killing a second-rank official would result in the execution of at least three generations of his family.
The guard swung his long sword upwards, accurately deflecting the arrow.
He glanced at the deflected arrow: "A crossbow?"
Several more crossbow bolts were fired, but were blocked by several guards working together.
They were not afraid of death; if they couldn't block the knife, they would use their bodies to block it.
Tang Shijun was well protected and continued to drink by himself, seemingly unconcerned about how many people had come or what kind of people they were.
A dozen or so figures jumped down from outside the wall and charged toward Tang Shijun.
The guard raised his long sword and shouted, "Protect the lord!"
The two sides clashed, but the opponent's martial arts were far superior, forcing the martial artist inside the house to rush out to provide support.
Several figures stood on the wall, not immediately coming down.
Seeing the martial artists forced out of the house, one of them, a burly, bald man, said in a deep voice, "There's still a first-rank martial artist who hasn't shown his face yet."
The man next to him was tall and thin, with incredibly long arms, and his face was covered with a light yellow beard, making him look like an ape.
He grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth: "No rush, there's still plenty of time."
This is Kyoto, and also the residence of the Minister of Revenue.
They launched a midnight attack, yet they were not afraid of the capital's city defense forces or constables.
They were either incredibly audacious or completely fearless.
Perhaps, it's both.
Several other people were nearby, but they remained silent.
But each of them possessed an incredibly powerful aura.
This put immense psychological pressure on the guards and assassins within the mansion.
The guards who had been standing by Tang Shijun's side looked up at the figures, their faces grim.
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The distance from Zhangnan County to the capital city is a good eight or nine hundred li.
Even after advancing to the Foundation Establishment stage, it was already evening of the next day when Chu Xun arrived in the capital city.
Constantly employing the technique of shrinking distances to an inch, traveling day and night, is a great burden for him.
Standing outside the capital city, drenched in sweat, I looked up at the largest and most prosperous city in the Jing Kingdom.
This place is several times larger than Fenggu City, which I visited before.
The moat alone is nearly 100 meters wide.
Even at dusk, the place was still bustling with people.
Chu Xun slowly exhaled and walked towards the city.
It may seem slow, but in reality, each step still covers tens of meters.
Passersby felt as if a gust of wind had blown by, and in a daze, they saw an elderly man with white hair walk by.
Turning around, I saw that they had already vanished, and I immediately got goosebumps.
In broad daylight, could it be that we've seen a ghost?
On the wide streets, vendors hawk their wares, and shops line the streets.
Young men dressed in brocade and silk are a common sight.
Soon, Chu Xun saw the brothel that Huan'er had mentioned.
It's right in the middle of the street, and it has five floors.
A golden signboard, red walls.
There were no glamorous girls attracting attention, but one could hear seductive sounds coming from inside.
Rumor has it that this is the private property of Zhang Li, the Grand Eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial, which brings in hundreds of thousands of taels of silver every year.
Women of the northern nomadic tribes, daughters of the southwestern barbarians, and beauties from even more distant lands.
Here, as long as you have enough money, you can see anything.
It was common for high-ranking officials and nobles to socialize and entertain guests here.
Chu Xun didn't look around much and crossed the street like the wind.
As the drizzling rain began to fall, passersby were startled and cursed, hurriedly running to nearby shops for shelter.
Within a radius of a thousand feet, everything was enveloped in rain.
Soon, Chu Xun found the location of the Ministry of Revenue's office.
The enemy who came to assassinate them, wary of the opponent who had not yet appeared, withdrew temporarily before dawn because they had failed to capture him.
The mansion was in complete disarray, and the traces of the battle that had taken place all night had not yet been erased.
Only the body was taken away by the capital's government office, leaving a trail of bloodstains.
There were many wounded guards and warriors, and if it happened again, they would not be able to survive.
Chu Xun lightly leaped onto a lush willow tree outside the mansion, concealing his cultivation and appearing as if he were an old monk in deep meditation.
Unless you part the branches and leaves, no one would notice that there is someone here.
Inside the room, Tang Shijun got up from the bed.
The guard quickly brought over his outer garment. Tang Shijun looked out the window and asked, "Is it raining?"
"Yes, it just suddenly stopped." The guard helped him put on his coat.
Tang Shijun, with his hands clasped around his collar, walked to the window and looked out.
The guard gripped the hilt of his sword nervously. It was a dangerous position in the event of an assassination attempt, as a hidden arrow could be shot at any moment.
"Sir, please stay away from the window to prevent any unforeseen events."
Tang Shijun seemed not to have heard. Just now, he suddenly felt something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Looking out the window, all you can see are raindrops dripping from the eaves.
It hit the bluestone slab and made a clattering sound.
After looking for a long time without finding anything amiss, Tang Shijun frowned slightly.
What exactly is it?
He only walked away from the window when he got tired of standing there.
After all, he is already a sixty-year-old man, and his health is not as good as before.
"Sir, would you like the food to be brought over?" the square-faced guard asked.
Tang Shijun waved his hand, indicating that it was not necessary.
He's sleeping and eating less these days.
Although I am not afraid of death, I really have no appetite in the current situation.
I'd like to have a couple of drinks.
While Kyoto's Hana-no-sou (flower-themed sake) was excellent, it made him increasingly nostalgic for the Bai family's old shop sake he had drunk in Songguo Village years ago.
"Chu Xun—you must be sixty-four this year?"
Tang Shijun walked towards the desk, shaking his head and sighing, "I'm afraid I'm too old to walk anymore."
He reached for the ink stick at the desk.
When I am feeling restless, I like to write or paint.
However, before Tang Shijun could even drip water into the inkstone, his hand froze in mid-air.
On the paper, as thin as a cicada's wing, four characters were stained with water at some unknown time.
"No need to worry."