This scene is too bizarre, and it gives me a feeling that this place seems to be the most important core of this place...
The building is merely a building, nothing more than an extension.
Looking around, there was a door at the base of the hill!
Memory surged forth, and I remembered that my spirit had seen this door back then as well, but there was a different kind of talisman on it, keeping me out. The talisman on the sixth floor was only effective for Wei Youming. But this talisman here controlled all the undead.
Suddenly, I thought of Mao Sanqian, might he be here?
Earlier, when we parted ways, he wanted to find the person who built this place.
In fact, when I was perceiving Old Liu, I saw that person.
This matter is certainly peculiar. He raised and killed Wei Youming, turning him into a prisoner of the Twenty-Eight Hells, yet he kept him here in the hospital all these years without ever using him.
Is it possible that that person is no longer here?
Take Wu Zhongkuan for instance, he has been dead for a long time, and the ghost of his karma was imprisoned in Qi Village.
That person had not yet had the chance to use Wei Youming, and for many reasons, he could not return?
After all... I might as well go out alone, but the risk is considerable.
If I were to go with Mao Sanqian, it would be the most reliable way.
After my thoughts settled, I carried Sun Zhuo and approached the gate at the foot of the hill.
The door was made of copper, with a yellow hue close to that of mud. At first glance, it was almost invisible.
The talismans were directly engraved on the door, complex and profound.
With one hand pushing the door, and the other hand holding Sun Zhuo's figure steady.
The door opened, revealing a deep passage.
Although the light was dim, it did not feel dark; instead, there was a warmth, which was even more peculiar.
The passage was about ten meters long, and at the end there was another door curtain.
After pushing open the door, what I saw was a room carved out of the stone inside, with neatly arranged and placed solid wood furniture.
There was a teapot on the table, beside which the stove was boiling tea, and the tungsten filament light from the ceiling shone its yellowish light everywhere.
Apart from the cabinets, there were several doors on the walls as well.
It was evident at a glance that the entire hill had been hollowed out to create a residence.
My spirit gradually became alert, as I noticed that there might be someone cooking tea in the stove.
It certainly isn't Mao Sanqian, even if it is, how can an outsider exploring…
Just as I thought this, a soft exclamation came from the right side.
Turning my head, I saw Mao Sanqian emerge from a door, as if by magic!
He had his hands on his back and the corners of his eyes were curved upwards, as if he were smiling with a donkey-like face.
"I said it before, the battle of destiny is so interesting. Just this Sun Zhuo's disfigured appearance."
Mao Sanqian licked his lips and walked towards me.
My eyelids kept twitching. I looked at Mao Sanqian, then at the table.
"Hahaha, guests are always welcome. Since the host is not here, the guest can do as they please. Brew a pot of tea to clear the lungs." Mao Sanqian stopped in front of me and looked at Sun Zhuo with great care.
I let out a sigh of relief and put Sun Zhuo down from my shoulder.
He was still unconscious and showed no signs of waking up.
"The master of this place may not have been here for many years," I said in a hoarse voice, explaining the scene I saw in Old Liu's perception, as well as the method of Wei Youming's death and my conjecture.
I did not expect, Mao Sanqian's pupils narrowed slightly.
He nodded and said, "You're right. He indeed is not using the Twenty-Eight Prisoners now. Wei Youming's time has not come yet."
"Time has not come?" I felt slightly puzzled.
"Hmm, ghosts also need time to mature. A suddenly formed powerful ghost may seem fierce but is easily dispelled. Especially the spirit of someone who committed suicide, even though the resentment is strong, the flaws are in itself, that is the reason for their suicide. If you can open up this reason to them, then the ghost will break on its own."
"He may be weak in killing, but the resentment often has no outlet. Even if the murderer is dead, the ghost will still be resentful."
"That person should have divined that at a certain moment, Wei Youming would become the shape he wanted, and then he would return."
"I left him a little gift for this place, causing so much trouble, it's natural to have an explanation."
Mao Sanqian said this with a smiling face, but it sounded a bit uncomfortable to hear.
Whether the gift is a courtesy or a trap, it's hard to say.
"The guardians of the Way should be here soon." I added, "I can only catch Sun Zhuo with their help. He needs to delay the guardians, so I gave him the bamboo folding fan."
"Mm?" Mao Sanqian raised his eyebrows.
He suddenly looked at Sun Zhuo again and pressed his thumb against the middle finger.
In the next second, Mao Sanqian's brow furrowed, and the smile on his face vanished.
"Off you go, Shenshao Little Brother."
His tone changed instantly, becoming serious.
My heart skipped a beat.
Mao Sanqian stopped smiling. Does that mean there's risk?
But, he shouldn't have come this quickly, should he?
He struck out, Mao Sanqian first hit Sun Zhuo's chest, as if he had stuck something in it.
Then he made me carry Sun Zhuo, walking quickly in front, while I followed closely behind.
It took no more than three or four minutes to walk the less than ten-meter passage.
At the moment, my focus is on Mao Sanqian. I'm watching how he walks and I'll follow him accordingly.
However, the cold gaze was coming from all around!
In an instant, sweat broke out on my forehead.
Mao Sanqian suddenly stopped. His donkey-like face tensed, and his small eyes swept around.
The rustling sound of the leaves came, and the gaze from all around became visible as a series of figures!
In an instant, at least ten blue-robed Daoists surrounded me and Mao Sanqian.
At the forefront was one person wearing a vibrant purple Daoist robe, with a cap on top.
The white gauze fell to cover most of his face, and in the dim light, even his facial contours were not clear.
His tall figure, however, was incredibly thin, almost like a skeleton.
He held a whisk and stood in a posture that gave off a very straight and imposing feeling.
The momentary silence made the air seem to freeze.
Mao Sanqian suddenly laughed and said, "Master, you've descended from the mountains and caused such a small commotion. It's surprising, even for an old man like me. I thought it might have been some young disciple who stole the Daoist robe, but these guards aren't doing too well."
The deep sound echoed around, forming a reverberation that kept overlapping.
My heart was pounding.
Because... the surrounding silence still persisted.
Too quiet...
It seems that the purple-robed Daoist cultivator's specialty is quietness...
The rest of the Daoists all had serious expressions on their faces.
However, when their gaze fell on Sun Zhuo, they all looked exceptionally worried, and anger began to emerge from their faces!
"Lu Shenshao." Suddenly, from under the hat and veil, a voice echoed out.
The calmness that matched the silence seemed to come from his mouth, yet it also felt like it was emerging from all around me, drilling into my ears.
"Sun Zhuo's nephew?" The calm voice carried with it a hint of the undeniable certainty that everything was arranged.
"I am Sun Zhuo's teacher. You can call me Mingjing Realm. I have some questions I want to ask you. When Han Caiqi steps out from that building, you, come with us. We will go to Sihu Mountain."
My pupils narrowed slightly.
Mao Sanqian, however, spoke in a leisurely tone, "I reckon there's no need to go to Sihu Mountain. You can ask your questions here. I don't fancy going to the Daoist mountain."
"I did not invite you, Sihu Mountain welcomes the virtuous, but does not welcome those tainted by evil. There is a mountain of karma filled with plagues," said the Realm of Mirroring. The tone was completely indifferent to Mao Sanqian and seemed to deliberately address him!
