This explanation of his seems reasonable.
"About the traitor?" I asked.
Initially, Wei Yuming also acted as a prelude, killing a lot of the disciples who were spies, causing a commotion in the mountain gate.
"The Daoist on Tiejie Mountain is indeed efficient in what he does, and the black old lady, whose inherent sense of smell was triggered by the efforts of Wei dean, yes, we also received a fox fur coat made from those problematic immortal beings."
He Lin'an ran into the room again, took out a bundle, opened it, and sure enough, there was a fox fur robe inside, looking rather thick and carrying a bit of the eerie.
The other gentlemen have all come out, and they greet me and Wu Jinluan. He Lin'an happily extends his hands to me, indicating that he wants to hand me the robe.
"I'll keep it in the ascension scene, I have no use for it." I shook my head and declined.
"This... it's useful, Master Luo. Wearing this, to some extent, can affect the opponent's mind and spirit, even causing them to see some illusions." He Lin'an immediately explained.
As for this thing, they barely had any greed for it, only a deep appreciation.
"Mr. Wu, you keep it. It might be of great use." I said to Wu Jinluan.
Wu Jinluan nodded slightly to He Lin'an, and only then did He Lin'an accept the item.
"After a long journey, let's rest first. Tonight, they are in a hurry to find the soul of Little Master Guan, and they probably won't have time to come looking for us." Wu Jinluan added again.
I nodded.
He Lin'an then arranged an empty room for me.
After I went to rest, Lao Gong's head fell onto the bedside table.
"Grandfather, you go to sleep, and I will go with the dean of Wei to take care of that boy."
What Lao Gong said was about the Little Abbot of Tiecha Mountain.
The method of collection is naturally to leave the person in the killing prison.
"Do not act recklessly and cause unnecessary changes. Wait until tomorrow after I have met Liu Taixuan and the Taoist from Tiecha Mountain," I warned Lao Gong.
"Uh... okay, I was thinking about it. With the person in our hands, we can divide the loot to some extent when the time comes." Lao Gong said reluctantly.
I've known it for a long time that he had bad intentions with this suggestion.
Lao Gong, who wouldn't take any losses in his daily life, couldn't possibly help someone with such good intentions to collect a soul? This is just a case of 'no gain, no rise early'.
The reason why Huoqi was placed in Wei Youming's killing prison was because of the relationship between our family and the Huoqi. In fact, they see me as the backbone of our family.
The Taoist from Tiecha Mountain will probably not agree to this matter, and I can even imagine that he will think of it.
As I was lost in thought, Lao Gong still muttered a few words: "I won't move, the ghost director won't either, let's just take a look. In critical moments, we can also send the person's soul back. Don't let him run too far away."
There is no reason for me to stop it.
Lao Gong left with a cheerful expression, and in that moment as he stepped out, I seemed to notice that he had put on a pair of rimless glasses on his face.
The night is getting deeper and more silent.
Sleepiness gradually crept in, and I fell asleep.
Very soon, I was plunged into a strange dream.
In the dream, I first found myself back in the cave where Yantai was located. Inexplicably, I managed to crawl into one of the caves, where there were countless purple and red mushrooms that looked lifelike as blood-red Yantai.
I was driven by an inexplicable impulse to pick one of the mushrooms.
Most of the time, ordinary people are unaware that they are dreaming, but at my level of power, I am well aware that all of this is an illusion.
Therefore, I followed the impulse and actually picked up a blood-red Yantai.
Then, amidst the layered Yantai, a face suddenly emerged.
Yes, the blood-red Yantai should be growing on a turtle's body. But in my dream, the Yantai was growing on a person instead!
The figure of that person was extremely blurry, yet incredibly familiar. It was like a moon rippling on the water, and I couldn't make it out at all...
He reached out with one hand and grabbed the Yantai in my hand.
Then, I was drained dry...
Everything in the dream was fragmented.
I opened my eyes, gasping for breath, and sat up to find the room dark and terrifying. I hadn't slept long and my brain still ached slightly.
I was covered in fine cold sweat, and my hair was standing on end.
Reflecting on the content of the dream, is this some kind of warning in the depths of fate?
It's a warning to me not to interfere with the blood-red Yantai?
The blood-red Yantai has a big problem?
Suddenly, two words popped up in my mind.
Eat people.
A faintly cold wind swept in.
As I glance peripherally, I realize that my door has been slightly open without me noticing.
Did it belong to Lao Gong when he went out? It shouldn't be, Lao Gong doesn't need to open the door and walk out; he can simply teleport.
Did I not close the door properly earlier?
I got up from the bed and was about to close the door before returning to lie down and sleep.
Initially, there was no vigilance in my heart. This is Jiuding Tiecha Mountain, home to the Daoist Temple of Tiecha Mountain, with two immortals present, two Black Old Ladies, and countless immortals lurking around.
Yet, I still felt a chill running down my spine.
That feeling was very uncomfortable, making me anxious, like I was standing on a void and my whole body was weighed down and lost its sense of balance.
Stopping in front of the door, I could see that the moonlight outside was quite heavy, illuminating the ground with a faint white glow.
I realized something was off.
It's black!
My room is too dark, darker than normal!
It's black... It makes you feel that some kind of presence is interfering here, blocking out the moonlight.
I raised my leg and reached out, ready to push the door open!
Unexpectedly, a bizarre scene unfolded before me. The door encountered immense resistance, completely sealing the slight gap where the door was slightly ajar.
This is an old-style window, covered with an indistinct paper that hides the window patterns.
On the window, I could see a person of extremely tall stature, with his hands supporting the door and preventing me from opening it!
"Who is it!? I asked loudly.
The person's head was tilted down, pressed close to the paper of the window. In the moonlight, his head appeared to be a pointed triangle, with ears standing upright.
A breath with a pungent scent seeped through the gap in the door and hit my face.
Rippling goosebumps rose on my face.
The thing outside the door isn't human!
Yes, it's a white-eyed wolf!
I suddenly released my grip, took a step back, and drew the Gao Tian sword, ready to recite the spiritual sword spell!
The door, creaking loudly, opens again! It collides heavily with the walls on both sides, making a loud noise!
The wind surges into the room wildly!
Amidst the whooshing of the wind, outside is empty and desolate, not a single ghostly shadow in sight, let alone a white-eyed wolf!
The sound of hurried footsteps and the sound of opening the door almost simultaneously rings out.
Dashing into my room were Wu Jinluan, He Lin'an, and the rest of the masters. They all looked bewildered and a bit uneasy.
"What's going on, Master Luo?" Wu Jinluan asked me with seriousness.
I didn't answer him and took three steps in two in a rush, stepped out of the room, and stood in the center of the yard. Then, with a kick of my legs, I leaped onto the roof.
Looking around, I saw scattered temples and main halls. There was no sign of a wolf anywhere.
The wind is very cold.
There must be something wrong with Jiuding Tiecha Mountain!
The white wolf that escaped from the White Wolf Cave managed to enter, and no one noticed?
