"Buzz!"

The sound of sword clanging disappeared and appeared in my ears, continuing continuously.

Zhong Sheng opened his eyes, his fingers were still trembling, and he failed again.

Although the distance was still far, he still held out hope that he could communicate with the Shukuchi Talisman and recall the ancient sword to trace the location of the little donkey.

Tried again and again, initially seeing the light, but ultimately ended in failure

I don’t know if it’s because the distance is too far or if there’s some kind of interference. Although I can sense the existence of the ancient sword, I can’t summon it back.

"Well, in four or five days, we can follow the Shukchi Talisman's induction and find the whereabouts of the ancient sword."

Zhong Sheng comforted himself, as he got closer to the target, the induction became stronger.

Finding the ancient sword is already a sure thing.

He was just worried that the little donkey and the ancient sword were separated, and it was no longer nearby.

"Zhizhizhi."

The ape on the side jumped closer and patted Zhong Sheng on the back to comfort him.

Zhong Sheng was thinking about something and subconsciously touched his sleeves and touched something.

It’s the Three Altar Dharma Lotus!

The three public altars of the Huangtian Sect, the Incense Burning Altar of the Xiangzu Sect, and the Wuxin Altar of the Changsheng Sect jointly signed the dharma stickers and were willing to be sent by Zhong Sheng.

Zhong Sheng hasn't used it since he got it. When he turned it out this time, he was a little surprised.

"If there are three people nearby, it might be of some help."

The places where these incense altars are rooted are developed by local indigenous people. It can be said that the trees have big roots and deep roots.

Zhong Sheng was so upset that he forgot that he could still use this relationship and had taken many detours before.

He pressed his fingers on the dharma stickers and silently operated the stimulating techniques.

In the blink of an eye, three pillars of smoke rose up in the air, reaching into the sky.

This is the beacon of communication between the three altars, representing the highest level signal.

Whenever the people of Santan see the beacon smoke, they must put down everything at hand and come to serve.

Zhong Sheng waited until the next day and someone finally arrived.

One person is wearing a bamboo hat, a green bamboo robe, and a toy-looking bamboo sword on his waist.

"Under the Wuxin altar, Shen Yeqing pays homage to Mr. Lang."

"You're the only one?"

Zhong Sheng saw that there was no one else behind him.

"Forgive me, Mr. Lang, Wuxin Altar has no foundation here. The other two altars have just experienced a catastrophe and were uprooted. No one can use them."

"I am the only one who can come and serve now!"

"Despite your instructions, Zhu Qing will do his best even if he is not talented."

What bad luck!

Zhong Sheng raised his hand and asked, "I need your help with something."

After a while, Shen Zhuqing pinched the edge of the hat, clasped his fists in salute, turned and left.

In the middle of the night, Zhong Sheng smelled the smell of blood and opened his eyes.

"Mr. Lang, you have fulfilled your mission."

A hundred steps away, Shen Zhuqing stumbled forward, using his bamboo sword as a crutch.

Arriving in front of Zhong Sheng, he knelt on the ground and spit out a large mouthful of blood, which was dark in color.

Seeing how seriously he was injured, Zhong Sheng knew that the situation was complicated and the target was in high danger.

"The thing you are looking for is now on the outskirts of Luotang Town."

"The Li family has set up a Dharma altar and opened a net to wait for you. The target is you, Mr. Lang."

"What a great Li Babai. He is indeed a Taoist master who is famous in Sichuan and Shu. He took a blow from my bamboo sword and was not hurt, but he wounded me in the air from a hundred feet away."

"…"

After Shen Zhuqing finished talking about what he had learned about, he handed over to Zhong Sheng, "Lang Jun, that's all I found out."

What a good Li Babai, still pestering him endlessly.

After inquiring about the information, the old cow caught the little donkey and used it as bait, waiting for him to take the bait.

Maybe, the other party who recently sensed the whereabouts of the ancient sword was deliberately revealed by the other party.

It's a pity that Santan doesn't have many manpower nearby, and the only one, Shen Zhuqing, was injured again.

Zhong Sheng nodded to him, "You did a good job. By the way, are there any remnants of Sangongtan nearby?"

"If there is, bring him to see me quickly!"

Shen Zhuqing cupped her hands and disappeared from the spot.

After more than half a day, Shen Zhuqing arrived with a dozen strong men.

"Lang Jun, the local three public altars have been destroyed and the inheritance has been cut off."

"They are all orphans in the altar. They have no magic skills and only brute strength."

Zhong Sheng handed the fortune stick to Shen Zhuqing, "Thank you.

The mission of Wuxin Altar has been completed, next is Sangong Altar...

Shen Zhuqing dipped a drop of blood from his body and scratched it towards the stamp of Wuxin Altar, canceling it.

One of the three fortune-tellings is removed, leaving only the favors of the Three Public Altar and Incense Incense Altar.

After Shen Zhuqing left, a dozen strong men saluted respectfully, and they always recognized the mark on the Buddhist scriptures.

"Mr. Lang, although we have no skills, we are capable of working hard, so you can help us."

"If it is not done well, there is no need to cancel the Dharma seal."

Zhong Sheng glanced at the crowd and nodded, "I need two dead men, please choose them!"

A dozen strong men looked at each other and said, "We are all warriors who want to die. Two are too few."

"Ten thousand chickens and dogs are not enough. For a truly strong person, one or two is enough."

Zhong Sheng took out two pieces of gold foil paper from his arms.

"The inheritance talisman of the Yellow Turban Warriors!"

The strong man who spoke just now was so excited that his whole body trembled.

The Dharma altar they belong to has suffered a catastrophe. Although it still has manpower, its inheritance has been cut off and it has long existed in name only.

Even if you can get a talisman, you can set up the altar and burn incense to open it.

"Mr. Lang, please give us the inheritance talisman."

"A dozen of our lives were sold to you."

Maybe he felt that he didn't have enough chips, so he added, "We can also sign another Dharma sticker for you."

In other words, not only did their work go in vain this time, but they also owed Zhong Sheng another favor.

The strong men showed no scheming and showed all their trump cards, waiting anxiously for Zhong Sheng's reply.

"Why are you so polite? I just want to give it to you."

Zhong Sheng flicked his fingers, and two pieces of gold foil shook straight and flew in front of the opponent.

The strong men were in a commotion. Such a precious talisman fell into their hands so easily?

Good things that only happen in dreams actually happen in reality.

"Brother Zhang Liu, you are the nephew of the former altar master and the most powerful among us. I give this talisman to you."

"You have inherited the legacy of the Yellow Turban Warriors, and you have justifiably inherited this altar, and then distribute the remaining talisman."

Brother Zhang Liu was the one who negotiated with Zhong Sheng on behalf of a group of strong men

He held the gold foil between his palms and touched it lightly towards the top of his head. The golden light turned into running water and penetrated into the top of his head.

In an instant, golden light flowed throughout the body, penetrating through the skin, flesh, muscles, bones, internal organs, blood and marrow along the pores.

After a while, the initiation was completed, and a burly golden man appeared in front of everyone.

"See the Altar Master."

The remaining big men looked at him with reverence and knelt down to salute.

"Everyone, get up!"

The newly promoted sixth brother points to one of them, the tallest and strongest one

"I will give you the second talisman."

"You and I, brothers, will risk our lives for Mr. Lang and repay him for the kindness he bestowed upon us."

He asked Zhong Sheng to give him a fortune-teller, and he carved a mark of fortune to represent the favor of this altar.

The favor in the fortune-telling is restored to the three ways.

"Lang Jun, even if our entire army is annihilated, the Sangongtan in other places will repay the favor with all their strength."
Chapter completed!