Chapter 671: Chapter 671: Seeing Tang Wenji Again Chapter 671: Chapter 671: Seeing Tang Wenji Again “`
Gazi, after hearing Guan Shanyue’s words, could only express regret, saying you all are out of luck, coming half a day earlier would have been good.
So, Guan Shanyue asked when Feng Jun could return.
Actually, this also touched upon the secrets of Luohua Manor, but Gazi wasn’t very vigilant in this regard, and he honestly admitted that he wasn’t very clear about the specifics, but what he could be sure of was that Feng Jun definitely wouldn’t return quickly.
A Daoist nun then asked him if he could make a phone call to Master Feng, saying that people from Danxia Celestial Part ca to visit, and even if the master couldn’t change his schedule, giving a ti of return would be good.
Gazi really did take out his mobile phone to make a call, but soon he put down the phone, dejectedly stating, “Out of service area, maybe passing sowhere with bad signal… Wait a bit longer before trying again.”
In fact, it wasn’t a signal problem at all. When Feng Jun learned that he might already be under close scrutiny, he simply threw his mobile phone into his Storage Bag, not wanting others to detect his movents.
Feng Jun’s first stop was Maoshan, and he arrived by the afternoon of that day—riding a motorcycle in the cold weather at such speed was truly astonishing.
He intended to sneak up the mountain quietly, but Maoshan had added many security guards, patrolling everywhere.
Finding a secluded corner, Feng Jun stowed his motorcycle and then wandered around with a cigarette in his mouth, waiting for nightfall.
His idle appearance quickly attracted attention, and two security guards approached him, asking sternly, “You… what are you doing here?”
“What’s it to you what I’m doing?” Feng Jun coldly glanced at them, “Is this place yours?”
The security guards weren’t very friendly, but neither was his attitude—especially as he spoke with an out-of town accent.
One guard took a rubber baton off his belt, tapping it lightly on his other hand and sneering, “Say that again if you’ve got the guts?”
“If you want to seek death, just make a move,” Feng Jun scoffed dismissively.
This security guard was taken aback. Ever since the Jintan Huayang Celestial Part reopened, Maoshan suddenly gathered a lot of popularity, especially the water from the Spiritual Spring proving to be extraordinarily efficacious. There were endless streams of pilgrims every day, especially on the thirtieth and fourteenth of the lunar calendar, when long lines ford at the foot of the mountain.
This even caused the governnt offices of two prefecture-level cities to pay attention.
These security guards weren’t from Maoshan but hired by the Great Lay Buddhists. The funding was provided by the lay Buddhists, while the people of Maoshan were in charge of the managent.
They hated these law-breaking out-of-towners the most, yet the grand celebration inford the locals that Maoshan had many connections outside the local area, among which were many remarkable figures.
The security guards’ attitude towards outsiders was always complex. Seeing that they couldn’t intimidate him, they couldn’t help but feel apprehensive.
The other guard seeing this, tily spoke up to defuse the tension, “Alright, it’s no big deal… What’s your business here, friend?”
Feng Jun, not in his true appearance and not worried about being recognized, answered indifferently, “This place isn’t owned by your family, right? What I do, what’s that to you?”
Such words could cause a fight in places with a fierce local culture—much more serious than simply asking “What are you looking at?”
But since the guards suspected he was a person of the jianghu, they were much more tolerant.
The previous guard let it go, but the latter sincerely explained to Feng Jun, “This place is a supporting facility of Maoshan, and we are in the service of Juqu Cave Heaven… do you know what Juqu Cave Heaven is?”
Confronted with this probing, Feng Jun sneered and responded bluntly, “So what about Juqu Cave Heaven? In front of , even Tang Wangsun and Tang Wenji wouldn’t dare to talk like this.”
As soon as he said this, the two guards turned around and walked away without another word; this guy was definitely tough.
Not to even ntion Tang Wangsun, but even the Little Celestial Master Tang Wenji had recently soared in fa—how dare you be so brash?
One guard took out a walkie-talkie to call, while the other stood at a distance, watching Feng Jun, seeing if he intended to flee.
Shortly after, two Taoists approached, guided by the guards, and ca before Feng Jun.
One of them spoke up, “This friend, I heard there’s so misunderstanding about our Juqu Cave Heaven?”
The question was polite enough, but the tone was a mix of caution and a hint of arrogance.
Feng Jun looked at him and bared his teeth in a smile, “Daoist Ma, it’s none of your business, call Tang Wenji over to .”
The Taoist was stunned for a mont and looked him over, “Do you know ?”
“Nonsense,” Feng Jun replied bluntly, “last ti I ca here, it was you who picked up on a motorcycle.”
This was none other than Daoist Ma, who had been to Luohua Manor with Tang Wenji before.
Daoist Ma stared at him, frowning in thought for a mont, and a look of shock slowly appeared in his eyes, “Is… it you, Master?”
“Why all these questions?” Feng Jun said in a stern voice, “Go call Tang Wenji over!”
Daoist Ma didn’t have ti to think and took out his mobile phone to make a call.
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Before long, the roar of a motorcycle broke the silence, and a motorbike zood from a distance, arriving in a flash.
The rider removed the helt to reveal a multi-colored, non-mainstream hairstyle—it was none other than Tang Wenji.
Swinging a leg off her Harley, she walked over to Feng Jun and sized him up before swinging a punch, “Take this!”
By now, several security guards had gathered to the side, watching the scene unfold.
Seeing the Little Celestial Master strike, the guard who initially scolded Feng Jun couldn’t help but smirk, “Serves you right, that’s what you get for not accepting a toast and having to drink a forfeit… Eh, how did that happen?”
Feng Jun raised his hand and caught her fist, standing firm with a toothy grin, “Not bad, you’ve made so progress.”
“It really is you,” Tang Wenji exclaid joyfully. She hadn’t put her full strength into the punch, but it wasn’t sothing just anyone could catch so effortlessly, and to be able to do so was exceedingly rare.
She hadn’t seen Feng Jun in action when the Blood Jiao King was captured and had suspected all along that he might be capable of changing his appearance. Now, picking up his accent, she couldn’t help her excitent, “When did you get here? Why didn’t you let know…”
Mid-sentence, she realized if he could casually notify her, why would he need to disguise himself to co here?
Feng Jun chuckled, “I just ca to have a look; I didn’t expect the rules here to be so strict now that it’s not easy to even co up the mountain.”
“Ah, the burdens of fa,” Tang Wenji laughed happily, “Alright, co with .”
She swung her leg back over the bike, and Feng Jun had no choice but to sit behind her. Although he didn’t wrap his arms around her waist, the posture was intimate enough.
The Taoist accompanying Daoist Ma was stunned, “The Little Celestial Master’s Harley can carry a man? Uncle Master Ma… who is this guy?”
Daoist Ma glanced at him and spoke indifferently, “Since we pursue the Way, we must maintain a detached heart…”
The Little Celestial Master, carrying Feng Jun, made her way to Ten Directions Hall and stopped in an open space without getting off the bike. She turned her head to ask directly, “Master, what are your orders for coming here?”
“Nothing much,” Feng Jun replied seriously, “just to verify so guesses… Do you have a mobile phone? Preferably one with a phone number.”
When he bared his teeth at that security guard earlier, he thought that if a confrontation ensued, he’d snatch a mobile phone to use—his own phone was one he couldn’t just take out unless absolutely necessary.
“I have two of them,” Tang Wenji didn’t even ask why he needed it and handed over two phones; the kidney phone had a private number and the four-star was a public number.
“Lend one later,” Feng Jun said, taking the kidney phone, “Let’s go up to Cave Heaven and have a look.”
Since the reopening of Jintan Huayang Celestial Part, the security was indeed stringent. Thanks to Tang Wenji’s renowned na, besides being the daughter of Tang Tianshi, she was also lauded as the foremost among Maoshan’s third generation of disciples, which allowed her to pass through with ease.
Reaching a secluded spot, Feng Jun took out her phone and scrolled through it to ensure there were no surveillance caras around before giving her a look, “I’m going to run a test, please step aside.”
Reluctantly, Tang Wenji stepped away, but she knew that due to different sect affairs, there must be so considerations.
Once she had left, Feng Jun pulled out a little tower and tossed it into the air.
As he had guessed, the height of the Black Colt Tower had increased to about two and a half ters.
This height wouldn’t allow him to enter it for cultivation, but there was no doubt that in places where the Earth Vein existed, the tower’s resonance was stronger—even though he didn’t understand what this resonance ant.
After two tries with no further change, he put away the little tower, unlocked the phone, and searched for “nearby Earth Veins.”
Unfortunately, he found nothing. The system showed there were no search results for his query and suggested he try a different keyword.
Tang Wenji hadn’t been away for long; she returned after half an hour with a brand-new phone in hand, “I just received three phones as a gift today; I managed to get one… And I have a new number too.”
“Thanks a lot,” Feng Jun stepped forward and took the phone, “I haven’t found anything here, so I’m leaving.”
Tang Wenji looked surprised, then spoke discontentedly, “Just like that, you’re leaving? That’s a bit too… pragmatic, isn’t it?”
“I have a lot to do,” Feng Jun replied with a smile, “If I can’t find the answers in Maoshan, I need to look elsewhere.”
Her eyes lit up at this, “Then take with you.”
“What did you say?” Feng Jun thought he must have misheard, “Stop joking. New Year’s is coming, and business here seems to be flourishing.”
“I don’t like Maoshan the way it is now,” Tang Wenji stated earnestly, “There are too many social engagents, I’m tired of them. It’s a good ti to get out and avoid it all… Will you be done with your work before the New Year?”
Feng Jun shook his head decisively, “No, I can’t.”
“That’s perfect,” Tang Wenji jumped for joy, her face alight with excitent, “I don’t want to spend the New Year at ho anyway.”
Feng Jun was left speechless, realizing his strategy had backfired, leading to an unwelco outco no matter how he looked at it.
Yet Tang Wenji was all smiles and cheer as she spoke, “Hey, hey, what’s with that face? You don’t even have a vehicle, at least I can provide transportation.”
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