"Qi Mo? Liang Mo?" Li Huowang was very unfamiliar with these two terms. Are there different types of Mo family? What is the evil cultivation Liang Mo?
Looking at the thin man next to him and the black bird on his shoulder, Li Huowang thought for a moment and finally asked, "Brother Sima, what is Qi Mo and what is Liang Mo?"
Sima Lan was very surprised that Li Huowang didn't even know this, and soon the blind black bird on his shoulder spoke up:
"They were originally the same group of people, but everyone has their own thoughts. With the death of the giant, the Mo family naturally began to split."
"Although Liang Mo is also a known ghost, Tianzhi, and fate, they have distorted the meaning of the original giant and eventually became like the Dongzhen Hall, neither human nor ghost."
Hearing his bird say this, Sima Lan's expression became much more serious, as if he had thought of something bad.
He also realized that whether someone is an evil cultivator depends on whether it affects the stability of the Great Liang Kingdom. Conversely, even if they do disgusting things, they are still considered orthodox.
Li Huowang no longer asked out of curiosity. It was just a matter of a sect splitting. Compared to other people's troubles, he should worry about himself more.
Since he already knew that Beifeng was a heart cultivator who could break free from illusions, the next step was to find a way to know where Beifeng was and how to obtain the method to break free from illusions from him.
Cooperation? This choice was abandoned by himself at the first opportunity. The Taoist sects that deceive beings cannot be trusted, and if they were to find out his identity as a heart cultivator, he would never have peace again.
The only thing he could do was to find a way to find Beifeng and forcefully extract the method from him.
As for how to extract it, the Heavenly Supervisory Bureau was the most important leverage he could find now. Otherwise, why would he go through the trouble of infiltrating the Heavenly Supervisory Bureau?
After walking along the corridor for a while, Li Huowang keenly heard some special sounds coming from the walls.
There were sounds of wood hitting, the flapping of bird wings, and the hurried footsteps of people.
Li Huowang ignored them and continued to follow Sima Lan. It was at this moment that a eunuch-like man walked past him quietly, with his head down and leaning against the wall.
Just as he brushed past Li Huowang, the wall suddenly opened as he touched it.
In that instant, Li Huowang caught a glimpse of the movement inside. Along the spacious window sill in the distance, birds of various colors kept flying up and down.
Beside him, the waiting eunuch took the paper from the bird's legs and put it in a small bamboo tube. It flowed down through a thin thread and fell into a strange structure made of bamboo. That thing looked like a spider filled with bamboo tubes at first glance.
However, this bamboo spider was obviously a bit moldy, with mold spots of various sizes covering it. Not only the surface, but the rotating wooden gears inside were also covered with mold spots.
Accompanied by the clicking sound, these paper letters taken from the bird's legs were distributed to the eunuchs around through the pipes on the "spider".
And these eunuchs, with exceptional skill, neatly arranged the paper notes in front of them, turned around, and put them into small square boxes similar to medicine cabinets behind them.
Eunuchs, messenger birds, bamboo spiders, their movements were fast and efficient, and they did their own things in an orderly manner.
While Li Huowang was pondering the information contained in it, Sima Lan suddenly turned left and walked along the closed doors, heading downstairs.
"Remember this mark, either the Resting Gate or the Living Gate, don't go the wrong way." As Sima Lan pushed with his hand, a gloomy but somewhat hazy hall appeared in front of Li Huowang.
There were many screens in the hall, and the shadows of people sitting or standing behind the screens proved that there were people behind each screen. However, their voices were extremely unclear, and Li Huowang couldn't hear what they were saying.
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Walking in this forest formed by black figures and strange indistinct voices, Li Huowang felt extremely bizarre. This place was really the Heavenly Supervisory Bureau, not some ghost market.
To be honest, when he first entered, Li Huowang's heart was beating faster, afraid that his identity would be recognized. It was still a close call, and Zhuge Yuan's spindle was very useful.
Li Huowang carefully observed everything around him. He found that this place was the same as before, with mold spots on the screens and pillars. This made the originally magnificent hall look dirty and old.
"Sima brother, does the south wind often blow here? Why is it all moldy?" Li Huowang casually asked.
"Maybe, it didn't happen before, but it started at the beginning of this year."
After saying this, Sima Lan pointed forward with his finger. "On your first visit, go to Lingtai Lang to report and then I will tell you in detail."
Li Huowang followed the direction the bird flew and soon saw a man in the distance, calculating with a serious expression on his face, using his left hand.
This person was wearing a long robe and had an ordinary appearance. He was standing behind a high counter similar to a pawnshop.
If it weren't for this place, Li Huowang would have thought he was a storyteller in a teahouse.
"Nangong, give me a Geng flag and report." Sima Lan's bird flew to the table and pecked at the table with its beak.
The man who was calculating didn't even look at Li Huowang, and calmly extended the hand that was behind his back. "Give me your waist token."
The man named Nangong touched the pattern on the waist token and threw it back directly. "Hmm, Ear Jiu, right? Er Niu told me before he left."
Li Huowang remembered that the name of the recorder seemed to be Er Niu.
Looking at Sima Lan who was talking to Nangong, Li Huowang began to ponder about the next step.
Just as Sima Lan finished chatting with the other party and was about to continue walking forward with Li Huowang, Li Huowang suddenly spoke up.
"Brother Sima, I am new here. May I ask who I should receive tasks from?"
Sima Lan was somewhat surprised, but he didn't show it. "Since your waist token has reached the flag, you don't receive tasks from anyone, but you choose your own tasks."
Sima Lan led Li Huowang back to the hall and opened a screen, walking in.
Behind the screen, there was nothing but a table and a few chairs. Sima Lan's bird pecked at the table again with its beak.
Soon, a fair-skinned eunuch walked in and bowed to Li Huowang and Sima Lan. The shadows of the three people were also reflected on the landscape screen next to them.
"If you want to know what tasks to take, ask him. He just arrived this morning and knows everything. You can also find out from him how many lower-ranking Heavenly Supervisory Bureaus there are in this area and choose who to assist."
Upon hearing Sima Lan's words, Li Huowang looked at the eunuch in front of him and thought for a moment before asking him, "Is this how tasks are usually assigned?"
(End of this chapter)
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