"Arrange some personnel, Xu Jian, to guard Changfeng Daoist Temple. Avoid unforeseen events," commanded Fei Fang. He then changed the subject and said, "Jin Yang is safe. Even if Daoist Master Luo and you all leave later, we can still guard Changfeng Daoist Temple and nothing untoward will happen. Once everything is in order, you can take those bones away personally."
The one-armed Xu Jian, too, took the order and left.
Fei Fang settled us in our previous living quarters to rest.
Everyone had been exhausted from the long journey and were already tired.
Lying in bed, just about to fall asleep, Old Gong was turning left and right on the bedside table, as if he was trying to relieve his boredom.
"Something seems a bit off, old man."
"You better not sleep." Suddenly, Old Gong looked at me.
"Hmm? What else is wrong?"
"Both of them are not right." Old Gong stopped his movement.
"Old Mao seems a bit off. He treats his own affairs so seriously. Will he take several days to prepare for the most crucial True Man bones? No, something is not right."
"Han Jin is also not right. Xiao Wu's words aren't wrong; he doesn't engage with the people from Tiecha Mountain forcefully and has many concerns. He's unlikely to truly fear me, and we've never fought. Going to Changfeng Daoist Temple is also not right... too not right..."
"My forehead is furrowed, and my drowsiness has dissipated quite a bit."
"Perhaps, the old man Mao is waiting for something to happen. He knows what Han Jin will do and probably has also calculated that we will not agree. Then what will happen to this stubborn old man Han Jin? Will he do it by himself?"
"Let Grandpa you think about it. He asked for help before. Who did he want to bring? We didn't ask, but it can't be Han Qū. If that's the case, someone will have to go back..."
"Damn." Old Gong spat.
"What specific problems did you see in me?" I got straight to the point.
Wu Jinluan and others oppose Han Jin, and there is actually a direct connection to Old Gong.
"The issue is quite simple. You are being sought for vengeance. Wow, just a fleeting aura of confrontation, and the unseen things might not necessarily act. If they do, they will certainly suffer some impact and delays. Moreover, at this crucial moment, any slight move will affect everything; who knows what will happen next?"
"Is Old Mao waiting for you to get into trouble?" Old Gong suddenly blurted out.
"He then shook his head and said, 'No, no, he calculated that you would be held back by me... to wait for Han Jin?'"
"Han Jin... issue..."
"Sigh..."
"Old Gong's face changed drastically!"
"He wants Han Jin to die!"
Old Gong's words were quite peculiar, to be honest.
"From nowhere, I couldn't see that old Mao had this idea. What I can see at least is that he wants to use Han Jin as a tool to complete the final thing."
To deal with Wuling and the people behind him!
Moreover, with Han Jin's strength, who can kill him?
Unless old Mao himself personally takes action, and even then it's uncertain.
Killing a True Man, when that True Man would flee, is very difficult to accomplish.
"Ah, Grandpa, you've always been too kind. Just think about it, what is Han Jin now? He's strong in strength but unstable in emotions. Maybe there's a bit of... he seeks revenge for every slight?"
"Tiecha Mountain is so big, it's better to give them some face, isn't that right? Otherwise, if they don't give even a little face, they will definitely come hard. Furthermore, they want to use Wu Binglang's body parts for Han Jin, and he genuinely cares about his own descendants."
"Even if we take the utmost caution? Even in that case, how did Han Chaozi die? Old Mao bought his death, regardless of what Han Chaozi sold himself for before. His life was ultimately given to Old Mao."
"Wouldn't he settle accounts later?"
"Or perhaps at a critical moment, give a knife to Mao Sanzhi?"
"It's not impossible, it's too possible. And with old Mao, a very clever man, would he tolerate such a variable to occur? Then the problem arises: the best way to solve a problem is to eradicate it at its root. He seems uncaring about your stay here for these few days, distancing himself and avoiding trouble. I'm one hundred percent sure that he has rigged something up. Han Jin must have an accident!"
Old Gong's calculation and words are based on speculation rather than evidence.
At such a crucial moment, even speculation cannot be taken lightly!
"Honestly, I'm a bit afraid of old Mao. This old bastard is crafty as a fox. Earlier, he deliberately sent you to the SiGuShan." Old Gong spoke again.
"Deliberately?" I furrowed my brows and explained, "He wasn't deliberate. It was a variable. You also thought so earlier, didn't you?"
"Variable? I used to think that way, after all, everyone is a gentleman. But Grandpa, time has passed too long. You must have forgotten. Sun Zhuo was taken away from him by the Ghost Cauldron people. It finally fell into Wei Youming's hands and was taken away by Zheng Ren in your hands before he was transferred to our side..."
"Wow, his skills, just one glance, make people completely useless. A perfectly healthy living person, whose soul is constantly collapsing, and in the end, he may not even be able to be a ghost."
"The people from the Ghost Cauldron back then were nothing compared to that Bai Zhi from Tiecha Mountain."
"If it really is a variable, then old Mao has not reached this level before. I feel that it is unlikely." Old Gong's words undoubtedly took the situation to another level!
High and complex, leaving my heart in turmoil.
"At this time, Old Gong said, 'Maybe. He is making two preparations. One is the corpse of his hunting path, and he fears failure. At the same time, he is sending another preparation to SiGuShan, waiting for its changes, waiting for flowers to bloom. When needed, he can pick flowers; when not needed, he waits for the results. When the fruits are ripe, if he can pick them, if not, it's also good to do a good deed without hesitation.'"
"Think about it. He was even catching fish with a bamboo sieve in the Qi family. Is it because of the fengshui? Or does the fish just jump into his sieve? Are you the one, Grandpa?"
"We can't let him be so comfortable. We need to keep some variables at all times, not even enough to keep Han Jin!" Old Gong spoke with finality on the last sentence.
I no longer hesitated and stood up directly from the bed.
As I pushed the door open, I saw Wu Jinluan pacing back and forth outside another room.
Upon seeing me, he hurriedly walked up.
"What's wrong, Little Wu? Can't sleep?" Old Gong poked me on the shoulder and looked at Wu Jinluan.
Wu Jinluan forced a smile and said, "I can't sleep. I feel like something hasn't been figured out. It's like there's a heavy stone pressing on my heart."
I felt a chill in my heart.
Indeed, Mr. Wu Jinluan's perception is sharp. He doesn't know most things, but he still feels that something is not right.
"Hmm... I hope I'm overthinking. I just hope Han Jin doesn't act like a stubborn fool again. This can easily lead to serious trouble." Wu Jinluan smiled again and said, "After all, everything is in front of us. Soon, we will witness Old Mao Sanzhi refine the Yin Shen, which is difficult to imagine. Having many thoughts in the heart is normal."
"Old Gong pointed at you, and you're already at this level. Don't think of anything lucky. Things that are abnormal must be caused by something supernatural. Let's go see Mr. Han and see if he really went to Changfeng Daoist Temple by himself." Old Gong rolled his eyes at Wu Jinluan and continued, "This old man may be a bit unpleasant, but his crime doesn't warrant death."
