"Didn't you send the three elders, the second elder, and the first elder of the Liu family to follow and see? How capable is such a gentleman that even if he meets them, he will have to cry for mercy." Lao Gong's words are much more decisive and direct.
"Your Excellency, you do not know..." Qiu Ji's words were cut off before he could finish.
Lao Gong stared at him with wide eyes and said, "Who is Gui Tau? If you want to call him master, then call him Lao Gong's master! Saying that I am just like a head, with my teeth like black gold, you son of a bitch have lived for more than forty years."
It was obvious that the people behind Qiu Ji were somewhat uncomfortable and their expressions were not very pleasant.
Liu Ziyu walked to Qiu Ji's side and whispered a few words.
Qiu Ji finally came to his senses. He immediately bowed and explained, "The Qiang and Pure Yang Daoist Temple are not information sharing. It's just that before, I heard about Master Luo, knew that the temple had invited a Taoist and an immortal practice field, but did not give detailed information about the black gold teeth. It's my carelessness. Please forgive me."
"More or less, you can just call me Lao Gong's master. I'm very easygoing." Lao Gong seemed much more satisfied.
He was so easygoing that it made the new masters behind Wu Jinluan gape.
After all, they haven't had enough contact with Lao Gong, so they don't know him well.
Qiu Ji called out "Lao Gong's master," and then brought the conversation back to the main topic.
At the beginning, no one expected the danger to be so great or heavy. Master Lao's move was already of the highest standard. Although Master Gui of the ancient Qiang City was not a Yin-Yang master, his expertise in feng shui was unique.
Especially in the core area of ancient Qiang City, it was equivalent to their home court. It was indeed negligent not to have asked elders to intervene immediately. Afterward, when the elders finally took action, it was too late.
There are elders guarding places where people will remain quiet in secret. Once the elders leave, they will continue to act as they please.
Pausing for a moment, Qiu Ji continued, "At present, he seems to have a target. He wants to get close to the most important place in ancient Qiang City, where several extremely ferocious corpses are buried."
Lao Gong seemed to be deep in thought, and fell silent for a moment.
Wu Jinluan also had a thoughtful expression on his face.
I began to think that it might be Wu Ling and the people behind him who, seeing that Ju Qu Mountain was gone, Yun Jin Mountain had a smaller geographical advantage and concentrated its strength, just like Si Gu Shān, they set their sights on ancient Qiang City.
But this seems a bit off, doesn't it? They haven't actually made a move for such a long time?
Another key point is that someone who can engage in indirect power struggle with Mao San is probably not weaker than him. In a direct confrontation, Mao San may not be afraid of a single real person, and can even kill them unexpectedly.
So my guess was wrong?
Is it that this is just a trouble that ancient Qiang City itself has encountered, and this matter has nothing to do with what I thought?
We didn't say much, but Qiu Ji only said, "The situation is like this. In terms of details, we may need to examine the stolen coffins and the bodies of my teachers and other teachers before making more analysis and judgments. Let's not disturb them to rest first."
After that, Qiu Ji and the several men with dark skin left.
Liu Ziyu didn't leave. He first arranged rooms for us separately, and then talked more with Si Yan, mostly about any matter being able to contact him at any time. This made Lao Gong feel very uncomfortable, and he would sometimes squint at him and smile.
The room was simply furnished, the bed was hard, and the quilt was cold. The temperature difference between day and night here was as large as a surprise.
I'm not very sleepy, but Lao Gong is complaining, implying that Liu Ziyu really has some ability; didn't Si Yan ignore him?
"Let's get to the point first," I pulled the topic.
"Important matters? Let's first take a look at the other person's methods. They're not what we expected. Most likely, there was no Little Wu Zi involved. The other party isn't that powerful, they fear the elders but not ordinary Daoists. So our master definitely overestimated himself, thinking that with him on the scene, it would be an easy win. Unfortunately, he was killed instead. It's like capsizing in a gutter."
Lao Gong didn't seem to think this was a particularly troublesome matter.
His judgment was that the other party either had a grudge with ancient Qiang City or really wanted the bodies of the ancient Qiang City, or something else, and had become a troublesome matter like dog skin ointment.
Moreover, because the master was killed, ancient Qiang City was in a passive position. It would not be possible for the elders and true masters to guard the coffins every day. Although they really did so, the other party has always been lurking, without taking further action.
In a nutshell, there is a tick on a cow, the tick knows the cow's vulnerable points, it has all the brute strength but can't deal with it. It can only allow the tick to suck blood.
Just as Lao Gong finished speaking, Wu Jinlan knocked on the door and made a judgment that was quite similar to what Lao Gong had said.
He appeared very confident, saying that he could solve this matter by showing us his skills at the Immortal Practice Field.
After Wu Jinlan left, I lay down on the bed to sleep.
Lao Gong was bobbing his head at the bedside, and he didn't sing any dirty songs, but he kept muttering to me, saying not to hold onto my grudge so tightly. Otherwise, I might become fixated. He said that there isn't just one Little Wu Zi in the world, and no one can handle all things to their satisfaction. There's also Mao San; it's impossible for them to have it their way.
Lao Gong said that what I should be thinking about most right now is how to break through my own realm. Don't wait until then when Ma San will squeeze me again, his big donkey face is really hard to deal with, even he feels uneasy.
I know, Lao Gong is just looking out for me.
I also know that in a sense, I am being overly fixated on this matter, and it has almost become a mental demon for me.
No matter what, self-improvement is the essence. Strengthening oneself is the only way to solve all external problems.
Just like what I promised to Jingying before.
Gradually, drowsiness began to gather, and I fell asleep.
The next day, when I woke up, it was noon.
During the day, I was able to take a closer look at the courtyard we were staying in. The stone material was particularly thick, and where the sun shone, it was warm, while in the shade there were whispers of cool breeze.
There were four tables in the courtyard, each one with a group of people from the Immortal Practice Field. Four people to a table, I, Wu Jinluan, Si Yan, and Liu Ziyu were all together at one table.
The meals from the Qiang people were quite different from those of Tielan Mountain. The ones here were overly simple. Some of the meat dishes were mostly boiled and steamed, but they tasted quite meaty, giving a feeling of knowing the taste of food that is irresistible.
After the meal, someone came to clean up the mess, and Qiu Ji entered the courtyard with several others following him. These were not the chief and vice-chief of the tribe from last night, but rather younger men dressed in Tang-style clothing.
Liu family, also known as Pure Yang Daoist Temple, had no more people come, only Liu Ziyu.
We first went to a place that was a sturdy and tall ancestral hall.
There was a pond in the ancestral hall, built very round, with sunlight shining on it, and the reflected light was quite bright.
The ground of the great hall was covered with several pieces of white cloth, and under each piece of cloth there was a raised corpse.
Qiu Ji and the several elderly men behind him all looked very dejected.
He walked forward and lifted all the white cloths. The time since the corpses had passed was not short, some had already developed putrefaction, but the smell emanating from the corpses was quite strong, it was a herbal smell, preventing further decomposition.
An elderly man in a Tang suit, at least in his 70s or 80s, exuded an extremely strong aura. However, he had died a terrible death, with two hollow sockets where his eyes once were, which had been gouged out by someone.
He had several fatal wounds on his body, each one of them extremely deadly.
The other several Daoists were similarly wounded with numerous penetrating injuries, to the point that they were almost perforated.
"Handed down enough cruelty," Wu Jinlan murmured.
He and the several elderly men knelt down to examine the bodies carefully.
I couldn't tell anything from the bodies, and could only wait for the analysis results from Wu Jinluan and others.
Qiu Ji and the several elderly men were even more sorrowful, looking somewhat dejected.
About half an hour later, Wu Jinluan and the other several elderly men discussed together and said, "Let's go to the place where the killer was and the place where the stolen bodies were."
Qiu Ji continued to lead the way for us.
This was no longer within the ancient Qiang City.
We walked for quite a while, at least two hours, before reaching a steep mountain.
From a considerable distance, we could see the wooden pegs on the cliff and the coffins placed on them.
There were also holes, with coffins inside them.
"Originally, we had dispatched Daoists to guard here, but if it's not an elder, the other party will show up. The Daoists will be killed, and their death looks very similar. Those corpses have been sent to the Pure Yang Daoist Temple." Qiu Ji explained.
Liu Ziyu's expression was also not very good; there was no ease and composure like yesterday when he was chatting with Si Yan.
"Meeting someone who is well-versed in feng shui and has strong power is indeed a troublesome thing," Wu Jinluan shook his head.
"Like the old green of Sanlongold, its strength is already not simple. The young disciples in the Daoist Temple often find it to practice their skills. It can bear all the disciples' complaints, and in the end, it gets lice on its body. It can only roll around on the grass or have us help it get rid of them." Liu Ziyu spoke up.
Wu Jinluan nodded and said, "That's the idea. However, this louse isn't that simple either. Last night, Mr. Qiu Ji mentioned that the other party's purpose was to approach the several ferocious bodies guarding the ancient Qiang City, and their intentions were not good."
We walked up for quite a while, reaching a bridge that was level with the hanging coffins.
There was no path ahead anymore; only the extended wood.
According to Qiu Ji's explanation, hanging coffins were a unique burial method here. For ordinary Qiang people and Daoists, their corpses were buried in this common method.
The special ones, such as those of high status among the Qiang people and Daoists, use their unique burial method based on shadow observation and mountain view.
So far, the stolen corpses have all been buried using the common method. Not a single one of the shadow observation and mountain view burials has been stolen.
He made that judgment because there were some damages to the outer rim of the place where that burial method was used, and the other party wanted to take action but couldn't get in.
My expression slightly changed.
Previously, in Yundu County, against Ding Ruipu, the people from Yu Tai Daochang were all annihilated, and the Immortal Practice Field received the opportunity to be established, obtaining the inheritance of Feng Huai Gu.
It's not because of the large feng shui layout related to the shadow observation and mountain view burial method?
Wu Jinluan's expression also changed, and he said, "The shadow observation and mountain view burial method, from here?"
Qiu Ji nodded and then sighed: "However, my skills are not refined enough, and my teacher has not completely passed on the inheritance to me. The core techniques are passed down from generation to generation, so I might need another ten or twenty years of closed-door seclusion to grasp the essence."
