"The relics of the master at Sigu Mountain cannot be taken." My voice was unusually deep and resolute.
Mao Sanhe and I looked at each other and smiled, and then he said, "As for the White family's lineage, don't you want to try using them against Wu Bing once?"
The heart beat skipped a half beat and fell into a void, then became intense again, straight hitting the chest cavity!
"Even if the Yang Shen Ghost Old Gong didn't mention it, Wu Jinlan under your command must have told you, right? Can it be that you don't have this plan?" Mao You San's eyes deepened.
For a moment of silence, I nodded and admitted it.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind. Is there anything that Mao Sanhe doesn't know?
"This way, isn't everything settled? To your liking, to my will, it's done." Mao You San laughed heartily: "You should go back to Sigu Mountain now. It's been a long time, hasn't it?"
He reached out and patted my shoulder, like a teacher, with kind eyes.
I didn't know what to say. I felt something was wrong with this situation, something was strange, but for the time being, I didn't know where the problem lay.
Mao You San's gaze shifted away from me. With his hands behind his back, he once more scrutinized the valley.
"There are 27 true disciples, among whom are those who have revived from death. The former soil of Qushan is quite profound, only regretfully, this time there are two fewer. If Mao Yi were alive, they would have formed the three Mao family, with one revived true disciple official nanfei. In fact, the so-called eight families of the house are not as good as they seem." Mao You San praised and sighed.
My thoughts were thus guided, slightly contemplating before asking: "The Three Mao?"
Mao You San nodded and said, "Yes, the Three Mao, manifesting divine power. Have you not noticed that there are fewer people in this valley, in these caves?"
I suddenly felt a sudden pause in my heart, only to realize it and say in a single word: "The Three Mao Zhenjun!?"
Qushan Mountain is different from other Daoist schools.
At least in my view, whether it's the various regulated temples or Sigu Mountain, all of them worship the Three Pure Ones without exception, and the side altars are dedicated to various great immortals.
Only Qushan Mountain, the manifestation is its own ancestor, the so-called Three Mao Zhenjun!
"The Three Mao Zhenjun, are the three great figures who rely on their own ascension to the Yin Shou, or are they the same generation who ascended to the Yin Shou? Only to be disappointed by Sigu Mountain's decline in each generation, failing to recreate the glory of the Three Mao Zhenjun era. Perhaps it is that these three ancestral masters set such a high standard that their descendants grew too proud, too greedy. Of course, their heritage is still strong, but the hidden dangers are immense."
Mao You San's explanation left me feeling a mix of emotions, unsure how to respond.
Three ascended immortals at the same time?
Yes, how terrifying.
Looking at the current state of Sigu Mountain, the decline of the Daoist school is difficult to describe.
"It's not the result of this generation's Three Mao, according to my view, from official nanfei, and... Mao zhan, Mao dan that generation, and even a few generations earlier, did they leave hidden dangers?"
Mao Sanhe squinted his eyes, slightly shook his head, and said, "Official nanfei's corpse was solved, Mao Zhan was trapped by the corpse blood, Mao Dan died in another place, one Daoist school, the three overseers were divided and separated, with no good ending. The three successors took over the management of the mountain gate."
Mao Sanhe knew about Mao Zhan and official nanfei, which is not surprising, given that he is also quite old and a geomancer of the same age as Gong Qin or even slightly earlier.
The events that have occurred at Qushan Mountain must have been major affairs.
"Ma Dan, is the other vice overseer of the previous generation?" I asked.
Mao You San hummed in affirmation.
"You have the surname Mao, your name is Mao You San, and you came to Qushan Mountain during this time. What is your connection with Qushan Mountain?" I asked again.
It has nothing to do with other things, it's just too coincidental.
The two characters Mao, and Sanhe, perfectly match the two characters of the Three Mao Zhenjun.
Qushan Mountain is facing extinction, and the enigmatic Mao You San appears.
There is no connection in this?
I don't believe that.
Mao You San's eyes lit up slightly as he said, "Can a name represent everything?"
"I came, you came, you brought more people than me, and even you intervened in the affairs of Qushan Mountain. Why are you doing all this for Qushan Mountain!? Are you also related to it?"
The heart beat skipped half a beat again.
I only felt that Mao You San was rather terrifying.
He, knew my heart?
No, it seems that anyone who contacts him is known to him?
It's like the so-called Hunt Path, which is not about killing any Taoist, but rather helping Taoists to complete a certain task, making them willingly hand themselves over to him.
"But you are Lu Xian Shen, the little master of Four Regulations Mountain. There is no place in relation to Qushan Mountain in all directions, and you only have a heart. You think that the Daoist family should be in harmony, at least, you don't want to sit idly by and watch the prestigious faction being destroyed."
"I'm different, I just smelled the smell of a corpse here. If you don't come, I'll go to Qushan Mountain. I will tell them to sell all the true disciples' bones to me, and I will try to help them change this calamity."
"Just that you came, and I also anticipated it. I am powerless to reverse this calamity, so I can only make an exception once, to collect one set of unclaimed remains. In addition, to patch up Qushan Mountain as a form of compensation—it's not too excessive on my part."
Mao You San's explanation sounds reasonable.
He added, "Even if I were to take a step back, I am truly related to Qushan Mountain. Haha, so shouldn't I use all my strength to prevent those Taoists from entering the mountain? After all, I am somewhat useful. How can I sit idly by and see the mountain gate fall? And me, don't know any Daoist arts either."
"Excuse me." I forced a smile, feeling a bit sensitive myself.
"Where did the Three Mao Zhenjun go?" I changed the subject.
"Perhaps he is buried in another place, definitely in a celestial paradise, not with his disciples. I don't know for sure." Mao You San wasn't concerned about it; it seemed he had no interest in the Three Mao Zhenjun's body.
Without realizing it, time passed by for a long time. The sky turned from light to dark, and then back again.
Mao You San had some dried food, water, and shared them with me to eat and drink. He also picked some herbs from the valley, which I chewed and swallowed. I followed his instructions one by one.
The discomfort in my body was relieved, and the hidden pain in my chest gradually disappeared.
Mao You San not only being a strong person, but also an expert in pharmacology.
Again, after the sky turned dark, around the midnight, a group of people entered the valley. It was exactly Wu Jinlan and others. The Old Gong stood over his head, looking formidable.
"Whoa!" That was my first reaction. The Old Gong praised loudly.
"It's a good place. The mountain qi converges, the cave entrance is sunken down, life force nourishes the corpse. Wow, so many corpses. Just cultivate one or two for a lifetime, fear that they all grow into the level of feather ascension to heaven. Alive and unable to solve the Yin Shou, dead and still have a chance."
The elders were all particularly careful in their observations, afraid of missing this fengshui site.
Mao You San called out to Wu Jinlan and told him the marks he had made, instructing them to bring out all the corpses in the six caves.
Wu Jinlan ordered the elders to do it and then reported the situation inside Qushan Mountain to me.
