I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 365 – The Tavern of Saints and Monsters

There weren't many cameras in the park.

There were only a few surveillance cameras on the main roads.

Therefore, Song Shihui immediately realized that he had lost track of the target.

Fortunately, there were drones on standby.

Upon order, a few small drones flew over the park.

These drones were all active-duty reconnaissance equipment that had been brought back directly from the military.

They could carry out missions in the harshest environments.

The military-grade night-vision cameras they carried quickly found traces of their targets.

At the side of a quiet path in the park, dozens of people gathered together.

The ancient god was mixed into the crowd.

Opposite them was a naked man wearing a red cloth with his eyes closed.

Behind him stood a little girl.

Song Shihui immediately became serious.

That was because the LCD screen in front of him had automatically matched the father and daughter's files and information.

The first was the father.

Qin Sheng, male, 32 years old, deputy dean, Professor, Deputy Director of the Jingchu Cultural Research Institute of Yuelu University..

But these were not the main points.

The main point was the Blackguard's files at the back.

Registration number: Chu Jia San San Si transcendent being Qin Sheng.

Strength Evaluation: Lieutenant Colonel!

Potential evaluation: Major-general!

Cultivation methods: Lunar concentration mantra, Yun Meng Yi's Arithmetic, Cloud supporting spirit technique.

Criminal Record: None.

Criminal Record: None.

Remarks: The Qin family of Jingchu, inherited from Taizong, has been working with the Blackguard for generations with the technique of supporting spirit. They have assisted the blackguard many times in completing missions and have been awarded the 'a Class Gentleman Medal'many times.

Song Shihui's expression froze when he saw this.

Lord Yunzhong?

He recalled the records of the ancient god in the Blackguard's files.

The Ling family was originally the Jingchu Ling family… its' ancestor, Ling An, was a high-ranking official..

Their family had worshiped and worshiped the young master's life for generations, and they were on good terms with the imperial concubines..

But one day, the entire family disappeared.

When they reappeared in front of the world, this ancient god was the only one left of the Ling family.

The Blackguard had suspected that he had a close relationship with the young master.

However, all signs indicated that he had nothing to do with any of the gods of the nine songs God system.

According to the Blackguard's own investigation, none of the families in Jingchu who were close with the nine songs God system had any connection with the Ling family or the current Ling family.

At most, they had found records of their ancestors having an old relationship with the Ling family.

They had also searched for the disappearance of Ling An and the Ling family.

However, with the passage of time, when the old man passed away, most people forgot about the Ling family.

This included the fact that Qin Sheng had also been questioned.

Of course, the signboard was that special matters would be investigated again.

This was the traditional policy of the Blackguard. It was used to monitor and examine the transcendent being and the awakened consciousness of the gods within the territory.

Therefore..

Song Shihui thought of a possibility.

“All the families in Jingchu have forgotten about the Ling family…”

This was the truth!

The Blackguard's censorship system was very detailed.

Especially when it came to such matters, it was impossible to leave anything out.

This was because the person in charge of the censorship was a general!

Moreover, it was Lu Anming, the divine general of the blackguard, also known as the human-shaped lie detector.

He cultivated the secret technique of true monarch Qingyuan, which the Federal Empire had found in the Gujiang estuary ruins.

He had a fortuitous encounter in his early years and was acknowledged by the empire's guardian, Sacred Emperor Lingguan.

Thus, very few people could hide from him.

But..

The others had forgotten, but that didn't mean that the Ling clan would.

Especially this ancient god..

An almost omnipotent ancient god.

An ancient god suspected of being like the Buddha or the daofather.

He definitely knew of the past of his 'ancestor'.

Thus, it was reasonable for him to come out to take a look after discovering that an old descendant had come to his territory!

Song Shihui fixed his eyes on the screen.

Soon, the screen seemed to confirm his guess.

The ancient god only looked and did not go up to speak.

However..

This revealed a possible truth to Song Shihui and the entire Blackguard.

He recalled the inexplicable smile he had when he left.

Song Shihui knew that he might be hinting something to the Blackguard.

Something that might be related to his background.

He..

Might have a close relationship with the nine songs God system.

Even if it wasn't the supreme god of the nine songs God system, Tai Yi.

Thinking about it, he was also very close to Tai Yi.

Thinking about this, Song Shihui picked up the phone. After the call was connected, he ordered, “I order that the nine songs God System Research Association be formed immediately…”

“Invite all the Jingchu families to participate…”

“I want to know everything about the nine songs gods!”

In the past, the Blackguard hadn't paid much attention to this matter.

The reason was that after investigation, the Blackguard hadn't found any connection between this ancient god and the nine songs God system.

But now..

Things had changed.

Clues about his origin could perhaps be found in the nine songs God system.

Ling Ping'an squeezed into the crowd and watched the father and daughter's performance.

At this time, they had already carried out the ritual three times.

“It's quite interesting…”

He smiled and nodded.

Unfortunately..

In his opinion, it was more or less the same thing.

The ritual was similar to the fortune-teller.

The difference was that the fortune-teller measured the eight characters of the birthday, while the ritual mixed in some cultural cultivation.

This was especially true for that man, who had a high level of academic accomplishment.

He wrote in a Dustpan with a pen.

Every time he wrote a comment, it was a poem.

Of course, just like the fortune teller, the so-called spiritual stick relied on ambiguous words and psychological speculation to achieve its goal.

As the author of the web novel, Ling Ping'an could see right through them.

“There's no difference!” He thought as he quietly walked out of the crowd with his cat in his arms.

He could just watch the show.

However, he didn't expect that soon after he left.

The man who had been sitting on the ground with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes.

It was a pair of pure black eyes that were like black jade.

At the same time, the pen in his hand seemed to have lost control as he began to write on the fine sand in the Dustpan.

They were all small ancient writings.

As he wrote, he began to chant.

“Turning a blind eye to them, calling them barbarians, listening to them but not hearing them, calling them xi, calling them Wei!”

The man was inexplicably shocked.

He looked at the bronze statue in front of him.

On the statue that had been worshipped for many years, there were some white hidden objects slowly circulating in his psionic sense.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked it.

The statue of the God had already opened its light.

The power of the Moon from the Lord of the clouds was gathering.

“I succeeded!” He muttered to himself in disbelief.

In order to master the Qin family's technique of supporting the spirit, there were extremely strict requirements.

Not only did it require cultivators to cultivate arduously, to stay away from riches and riches, and to walk barefoot in all directions.

It also required constant cultivation and practice during this journey.

To help the common people overcome difficulties and work for the world.

Only then would it be possible to succeed, obtain the recognition of the Lord of the clouds, and truly have the qualifications to offer sacrifices to the lord of the clouds.

In the past two hundred years, only a few people in the Qin family had achieved this achievement.

Because it was too difficult!

His father had always been one step away from this door all his life.

In the past few years, he had been walking around the world barefoot, but his progress had been slow.

However, he did not expect to receive Yun Zhongjun's approval for no reason today!

“What's going on?” He muttered to himself.

He looked down at the Dustpan. On the fine sand in the Dustpan, there were small characters listed on it.

“These three things can not be questioned…”

“If the upper part is not handed over, the lower part is not concealed…”

“The rope can not be named, returning to nothingness…”

“It is called the shapeless state, the image of nothingness! It is called Trance!”

“If you welcome it, you can not see its head, and then you can not see its back!”

“Tao-te Ching!” He muttered to himself.

As a high-level intellectual, he would naturally dabble in Tao-te Ching.

Therefore, he knew the meaning of this article and had read countless research papers.

Academic, transcendent being.

Therefore, he knew that regardless of which field the researcher was in, they would not hesitate to point out what this Tao-te Ching was talking about?

Sage!

In the academic field, it referred to the moral level of the ancient sages.

Three Kings and Five Emperors..

And in the transcendent being's field..

The Tao-te Ching was the work of the DAOFATHER.

The sage described was an existence above immortals and gods!

An existence that even the Daofather pursued.

So..

Just now, a 'sage' was right in front of me?

'He casually helped me?'

The man stood up and looked around.

He only saw a thin figure walking lightly on the steps.

Step by step, that figure eventually stepped into the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

He faintly heard a meow.

Meow!

The light meow shook his soul.

“Dad…” His daughter pulled his arm from behind and handed over a phone. “Phone!”

He lowered his head and saw the number.

Blackguard's exclusive communication number.

He picked it up and answered the call.

“Yes…”

“This is Qin Sheng…”

The voice on the phone was gentle and powerful.

He nodded. “I'll be right there!”

Then, he looked at the people who were still looking at him, cupped his fists deeply, and bowed. “Thank you all for your support…”

“I have something to do today, so I'll call it a day!”

Ling Ping'an carried his cat and slowly walked along a small path up the mountain in the park, toward the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, neon lights could be vaguely seen.

It was a bar that young people often went to.

Ling Ping'an had been there when he was young.

He had a little impression of it..

He remembered that at that time, many young people around him would call their friends and come to the top of the mountain in the park.

There seemed to be an ice skating rink and a singing hall in addition to a liquor store.

However, the road up the mountain was a bit long.

It needed to be walked up step by step.

In the past, there was a road leading up the mountain, but it was later closed by the official residence.

The reason was that young people, often got drunk on the mountain, and then rode motorcycles or cars, causing trouble in the park.

Then there were a few vicious incidents and complaints.

The municipal authorities decisively closed the road!

As for why they didn't close the facilities on the mountain as well?

Ling Ping'an heard that it seemed that there was someone behind the liquor store on the mountain.

They had helped and lobbied the municipal authorities.

In addition, the municipal authorities were reluctant to pay taxes, so they didn't close it.

Of course, other than that, there were also some rumors circulating among the people.

Some people said that the owner of the tavern on the mountain was a monster.

And it was a monster of the government.

The kind with a solid background and background.

Therefore, all the monsters in Jiangcheng City would come to the tavern on the mountain to play.

This was purely a lie.

Because Ling Ping'an remembered that he often came here to play when he was young.

He had never seen any monsters or anything like that.

Thinking of this, he laughed. “I remember when I was young, I wanted to bring a few friends here for an adventure…”

“But they didn't dare to come!”

“Cowards!”

Thinking of this, he laughed. At the same time, he mocked himself. “No wonder when I was young, there weren't many friends who were willing to play with me…”

Once, he and his friends happily climbed the fence in the industrial park and fished frogs by the river.

But later, when they grew up, they were about eight years old.

Because his parents were not at home, he lived with his aunt. The bookstore was left to the old man in the countryside to take care of.

He herded the sheep and became more and more daring.

So, he always liked to fight with his friends.

What he loved to do the most was to go to the 'Haunted House' that others talked about.

It was said that the fiercer the place, the more he enjoyed going.

Because at that time, he already had the thought of materialism.

He also didn't believe in ghosts or monsters.

Therefore, slowly, there weren't many little friends who were willing to play with him.

Who was willing to go to the haunted house with him?

Who had the guts to go dancing in the legendary haunted house in the middle of the night?

Not to mention the so-called monster tavern on the mountain.

That was a place where many adults didn't allow children to come!

Walking slowly, Ling Ping'an reached the top of the mountain.

It was a small hill with a small area of three to five acres at most.

However, there were several buildings in the small place.

The most eye-catching one was a tavern.

Countless light ribbons decorated the outer wall of the tavern.

Ling Ping'an walked to the door and looked at the signboard: Soul Tavern.

“Oh…” He was surprised. “It's still the same old signboard!”

Unfortunately, there was no one outside the tavern.

He walked to the door and listened to the sounds inside.

Just like in the past, there were pop songs from decades ago playing inside.

“Outside the pavilion, by the Ancient Road…”

“It's still the same aesthetic!” Ling Ping'an recalled his memories. It seemed that it was the same when he played here when he was young.

However, he was too young at that time, and no one was allowed to enter.

The Empire's law stated that anyone under the age of 20 was prohibited from entering any places of entertainment.

In addition, these places were prohibited from appearing within two kilometers of the school.

“I am now qualified to enter!” He thought, “Hmm, then let's go in and take a look!”

“Let's see if there are monsters inside!”

This was the thing he was most curious about when he was young.

Was there a monster in the Soul Tavern?

Unfortunately, he was too young at that time.

Moreover, he always had the thought of abiding by the law.

Therefore, as a law-abiding citizen, he could only take in the wind at the top of the mountain and listen to music at the door.

After he grew up, these things gradually faded from his mind.

If it weren't for his sudden inspiration today, he wouldn't have remembered these matters.

So he held his pet and gently pushed open the glass door of the tavern.

Chapter end

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