Chapter 652: Chapter 224: Confronting the Martial Saint Horse Face Exposure, My Daughter is 5 Years Old [Seeking Monthly Ticket]_2
Xie Jing spoke in a heavy tone.
“However, since then, I have never again witnessed a situation similar to ‘All Gods Strolling in the Streets.'”
“The Dao City Temple Administration Office has also dispatched Grandmasters who have achieved the Unity of Heaven and Man to investigate, but… they found nothing.”
“They say I might have experienced an illusion while practicing swordplay, but I feel that I couldn’t have seen it wrong.”
Xie Jing’s voice turned sowhat deep.
He seed to have forgotten Li Che’s presence, rely seeking soone to confide in.
Li Che fell into silence.
He couldn’t help but think of the scenes he had seen through the Star Plucking Pupil amidst the Mysterious Fog.
Weren’t they sowhat similar to what Xie Jing “All Gods Strolling in the Streets”?
Only…
It wasn’t All Gods that were strolling.
It was…
An endless horde of demons and monsters!
Li Che did not respond to Xie Jing, his face even showing a hint of horror and astonishnt.
“Lord Xie… what you just said is truly frightening.”
Li Che spoke.
Xie Jing was taken aback and then forced a bitter smile.
“Master Li, you can just take it as nonsense.”
The carriage rumbled on, the Spring Rain crushed upon the puddles, splintering them like mirrors.
The carriage arrived in front of the expansive Town Temple Office Yan of Qianyuan Taoist City.
Much like the Temple Control Bureau in Golden Light Prefecture, or rather, the layout of Temple Offices in other places were quite similar, with pavilions arrayed one after another in order.
Within each pavilion, nurous Divine Envoys of the Temple Office were processing official papers, recording information gathered from all over.
Xie Jing led Li Che through the green stone-paved avenue of the Town Temple Office Yan.
Shortly after, they arrived in front of a majestic and grand pavilion located deep within the Yan.
“Master Li, please.”
Li Che nodded and stepped into the building.
After Xie Jing gestured a respectful fist and palm salute towards the inside of the building, he closed the vermilion doors.
As the doors closed, it seed as if even the light was severed along with them.
The great hall of the building was vast and spacious, lined with bookshelves made of Spiritual Wood, and the shelves were filled with copious amounts of books.
With a glance, Li Che noticed they all pertained to the Mysterious Temple.
“Have you arrived?”
Suddenly, from behind a bookshelf, a middle-aged man dressed in a grey cloth robe slowly walked out.
A very refined and cultured middle-aged man, his lustrous black hair, full of vitality, was tied up with a cord.
He dusted off a book in his hands, blowing away the dust.
He beckoned to Li Che amiably.
“You must be Master Li Che, right?”
“Please, take a seat.”
The middle-aged man said with a gentle smile, exuding a unique sense of serenity.
However, the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit in Li Che’s chest throbbed violently as if he wasn’t facing a genteel and affable Confucian scholar but a monstrous, bloodthirsty creature—a terrifying Blood and Flesh Vajra!
Very strong, exceedingly powerful!
The Great Bodily Elixir in Li Che’s Dantian pulsed fiercely, yet he controlled the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit to maintain the flow of his blood without much change.
A Martial Saint?!
Was he a Martial Saint?!
Li Che’s heart trembled incessantly.
Was this cultured middle-aged Confucian scholar before him a Martial Saint?!
Li Che didn’t know, but to elicit such a strong reaction from him…
Even Li Qing, who had opened the Three Flowers atop his head, did not have such an oppressive presence.
The middle-aged Confucian continued to browse through the books, apparently noticing that Li Che was sowhat reserved, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.
He kindly said: “Don’t be so tense… I’ve just co to have a chat with you after all, you’re the Second-Class Guest Official of the Qintian Observatory, and although not officially employed by the Imperial Court’s formal docunts, strictly speaking, you’re also considered a colleague of mine.”
“I am Wenlong Yuwen, one of the two Governor Generals of the Si Mansion in Qianyuan Dao City.”
Li Che sat down on a wooden Taishi Chair.
“Do you know that the two Strange Temples you visited have mysteriously disappeared?”
The middle-aged Confucian asked as he flipped through an ancient to.
Although his gaze never fell on Li Che, the invisible pressure felt full.
Li Che shook his head.
His response was watertight.
He believed that Wenlong Yuwen wouldn’t find any clues as long as he didn’t admit it, no one would know it was his doing.
That’s right, the disappearance of the Mysterious Temples from the face of the earth was a great deed, wasn’t it?
Li Che was always one to do good deeds without leaving his na behind.
“Isn’t the disappearance of the Mysterious Temple… a good thing?”
Li Che adopted an honest and sincere deanor.
Wenlong Yuwen, in fact, had his powerful Divine Sense locked onto Li Che the whole ti, but he did not notice anything unusual.
After a mont, Wenlong Yuwen closed the ancient book, with his gaze finally landing on Li Che.
However, Wenlong Yuwen did not answer Li Che’s question.
“Alright, Master Li, you can go back first… the disappearance of the Mysterious Temples, it may indeed be a coincidence that you were present both tis.”
Wenlong Yuwen gave the order to leave.
Li Che stood up, cupped his fists, and bowed.
“I wish Governor Wenlong Yuwen to solve the case soon and find the culprit responsible for causing the Mysterious Temples to vanish from the world.”
Wenlong Yuwen smiled and nodded slightly.
Li Che left the building, and Xie Jing had already been waiting outside.
Once the figure disappeared into the misty rain of spring.
The man in the grey Confucian robe, Wenlong Yuwen, slowly shifted his gaze away.
“Li Che…”
“It’s not him.”
“His aura is too weak… The Physical Body is strong, hiding Cultivation, but it’s just in the Grandmaster Posterior Realm…”
“And moreover, he lacks the aura of Divinity that those two Temple Gods possessed…”
Wenlong Yuwen’s fingers tapped lightly on the table.
As for whether Li Che could hide his Cultivation level from him…
Wenlong Yuwen smiled, having such a thought was simply an insult to his own Cultivation level.
He flipped open the book, which recorded Li Che’s life starting from when he was a wood carver in Fei Lei City.
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