Standing silently, looking at the top of the mountain with thick smoke, which no longer appears even with the heavy smoke, the heart is not calm at all.
"All you can do has been done, the only thing left for you is to stand in their way and die before them."
"Master, don't be too sad."
"It's hard to convince a stubborn person, and you holding the legacy means that Mao Zhǎn has accepted it. His final decision must be more difficult than what you're doing now." Old Gong reappeared on my shoulder, speaking softly to advise me.
"Da Lu face may have some inaccuracies in certain areas, but on major matters, it's still accurate. It's normal for him not to be able to predict Old Gong's actions. What kind of identity do I have? However, he accurately predicted Qu Shan... a real person's body? He is determined." Old Gong sighed.
"Shall we... cooperate with him?" Wu Jinluan tried to sound inquisitive.
I didn't say anything.
"Why not?" Old Gong looked at Wu Jinluan and snorted: "Since he has predicted his fortune, he should accept all changes. Your disbelief in him at that time was also a kind of change, and we will wait for Lao Ma to come up and meet him when we have obtained the Dan."
"Oh, this..." Other scholars were somewhat uncomfortable.
"Earlier, we seemed a bit too forceful... There might be some kind of rift, right? I mean, Mao You San may not want to cooperate with us anymore." A scholar spoke up.
"You young people, why can't you understand what Old Gong means? Since he is confident that he is accurate, the fortune-telling should accept the changes. If he can't accept it, what kind of big master is he? He has to have some sense of proportion." Old Gong spoke seriously.
Wu Jinluan's face changed in color, and he nodded after a while: "Indeed, it is so. It is just that we are too concerned about face and think that way."
"However, Master, if you don't want to get involved, then don't. If Lao Maozi is going to target the people behind Wuling, he will also take care of Wuling itself. We can just believe in him."
"This old guy always acts like nothing's wrong, it's not an ordinary person." Old Gong added a few more words.
"He vaguely mentioned that it's not just him who wants a real body, but also the people behind Wuling. Moreover, they want to take them away." I closed my eyes slightly.
"That person is indeed constrained, otherwise they would have killed me long ago. Otherwise, Wuling would have acted on the true person's remains of Qu Shan first, and Grandmaster Xieyi would have been the first to bear the brunt." I opened my eyes again, and a hint of redness showed in my eyes.
"We have to act ahead of them, otherwise, if we dig up the tombs of the previous real people of four-rules mountain, the senior brother will go crazy. Grandmaster Xieyi has a special favor for me..."
The last four characters, I'm not exaggerating.
He You Tian has been very good to me and has great trust in me.
However, the same is true for my going to the Thunder God Cliff. It was because Grandmaster Xieyi nodded that I was first recognized by four-rules mountain.
If the grand master Xieyi's bones are deprived of their fate...
The thought of this matter is something I dare not even contemplate, and an overwhelming sense of dread came over me!
"Sorted." Old Gong smiled and said: "Let's just pretend that nothing has happened. Can he alone carry so many bodies? He still needs our help."
Wu Jinluan wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and then smiled awkwardly.
Their emotions are all in good shape.
After all, they are not me.
This night passed exceptionally long.
Wu Jinlan sent the scholars out.
There is a reason why people from the eight households cannot leave the mountain like that.
Removing the potential hazards should be done at the right time. Otherwise, I still have to go to the Mulia family and wait for others to come and find me. Then, the matter of delivering the Dan will not be that simple.
Another day and night passed.
The scholars have not returned yet. However, Wu Jinluan has communicated with them. No one has left any trace from the various descent places of Qu Shan down the mountain.
I waited for another day. On the third night, a scholar contacted Wu Jinluan. Wu Jinluan's expression became slightly tense and said: "They have come!"
"It takes nearly a day to descend the mountain, including the first night when the fire started. Qu Shan has resisted for two nights in total," I silently calculated the time.
"Mm..." Wu Jinluan nodded.
"At this point, they know everything, but they still want to stick to it. Master Luo, you have nothing to be ashamed of." There was a slight pause in the voice, and Wu Jinluan only said: "Those people are coming. Have you prepared any polite speech?"
"Yes."
I closed my eyes and didn't say anything more.
It didn't take long to hear the footsteps.
Following that, there was a simultaneous burst of sounds slicing through the air, accompanied by the thunderous cracking of trees under the strain.
Opened my eyes, and saw a group of scholars pass by the front yard of the park.
The so-called feng shui layout here was directly broken, leaving it flat.
A group of scholars in white robes, with bamboo hats on their heads and masks covering their faces, stopped in the courtyard.
Some of the scholars standing next to them, walked cautiously to our side.
The number of scholars in this group is amazingly large.
A rough count revealed that there were even forty disciples!
In front of there are three people, one of whom is a white pine who has lost an arm, and the other two cannot be distinguished. They are about a head shorter than White Pine and standing side by side, which is enough to show their status.
White Pine is the second, and above them is the Grandmaster, or the President of the sect?
I dared not think that these two were his junior disciples. In this way, the eight households became too terrifying and intractable.
Even my initial thoughts, they are too strong and have a strong pressure.
Eight disciples can clean up a half-step true man's doorstep.
Forty people, divided into five groups, are enough to create a world where no one dares to oppose them among the ordinary disciples and elders of Qu Shan, just like... the Black Rakshasa of Black City Temple?
I had always thought that the strength of Black City Temple was abnormal, and the Daoist sect needs to gather all its forces to deal with it.
Now it seems that I am being narrow-minded.
The Daoist sect also has such formidable figures, who are simply hidden among the people.
Like Black City Temple, they don't follow the usual path.
White Pine slightly lifted his head, and his eyes met mine.
His forehead is covered by the bamboo hat, and his face is obscured by a mask, leaving only his eyes visible.
However, around his eyes, there are countless fine scars, as if he had been cut by countless knives and then healed.
It is indeed terrifying.
"I thought you had left," White Pine said indifferently. "But you're still here, and you have so many scholars with you. It seems like you know some things? Why did you stay to wait for death, sparing your entire sect from being implicated?"
White Pine, despite losing an arm, shows no loss of aura.
I shifted my gaze away from one of the disciples because he was carrying a human-shaped bundle, which was clearly Guan Liangfei!
The other two disciples standing next to White Pine have no words or expressions.
On the other hand, the disciples behind them all raised their hands, with their sleeves pointed at me!
It seemed as if they were about to strike in the next moment, leaving me without a whole body!
Maintaining calm, I lifted my hand and spread my palm, with the Dan of the dead quietly resting in the center. It was exposed to the moonlight.
Among the disciples in the middle, not one was not tensely poised, showing a reaction.
"Inheritance, I have given to the people of Qu Shan."
"They should be wiped out by you. You should have gotten what you wanted, what you desired."
"This Dan of the dead, Old Gong shouldn't have taken it. This is a misunderstanding, can we say so?"
Suddenly, White Pine laughed. He glanced at his left shoulder and said: "Return the original thing to us, and want us to act like nothing has happened?"
"Kill you, wouldn't that be simpler and more straightforward?" His tone changed instantly from laughter to a chilling glare imbued with killing intent!
Without exception, every disciple behind him took a sudden step forward!
I suddenly inserted the Dan of the dead into my mouth, but it stopped at the lips!
The other hand pointed at the sky while making a gesture!
"Wait!" The person on the right side of White Pine suddenly shouted.
He nodded slightly before saying: "In that case, take the Dan of the dead, and let's put this matter to rest."
White Pine's face suddenly turned serious, and he didn't say anything in response.
The disciples listened to the person's command and let their hands fall down directly.
"No, I have conditions," I opened my mouth again.
