On the port, there were quite a few n, with hands clasped in prayer, pleading to the Wushan Goddess for favorable winds and rains this year.
anwhile, in a nearby teahouse, outsiders had been driven away, and fierce-looking n guarded the entrance.
At the square table by the window sat Lu Jiu of the Salt Gang, his face sullen, intently staring at the flower boat on the river.
"Master Lu, what shall we do?"
A nearby man looked anxious, clasped his hands and said, "I’ve already sent people over. The ’Fog Visitor’ has vanished over at the salt field, this lead seems to be cut off."
"Those won going up the mountain must be surrendering, soone is sheltering them, and at that ti Mr. Wang might also be unwilling to act..."
"Hmph!"
Lu Jiu snorted coldly, "Once aboard this ship, there’s no reason to easily leave? This matter is beyond his discretion!"
"Let’s go, follow to the mountain. As long as this matter succeeds, glory and wealth are just ahead!"
"Yes, Master Lu!"
Everyone clasped their hands in unison.
Rumble!
At that mont, the sky flashed and thundered, billions of silver lines connected the heavens and the earth, falling on the river, and stirring ripples.
Soon, the rain intensified, descending between the mountains, stirring dense mist; mountains wrapped in white gauze, appearing all the more captivating and mysterious...
After leaving Wushan County, the Salt Gang imdiately set off, sailed to the vicinity of Wenfeng, and then ascended the mountain.
On the mountain was the destroyed Yunling Temple, now in ruins.
They did not head to the mountaintop but detoured halfway up, traversing through a secluded mountain path to reach a valley.
Outside the valley, tall bamboo spread everywhere, thick rain mist obscuring the entrance, outsiders could not see inside.
Lu Jiu knew that this place was arranged with Qin Dunjia, and had countless chanisms and traps; once intruded, life or death was uncertain.
Standing before the bamboo forest, he respectfully clasped his hands and said, "Lu Jiu of the Salt Gang, seeks audience with Mr. Wang."
Rustle!
The fierce wind roared, the bamboo forest swayed, mist rose convulsively, everyone felt dizzy, feeling as if the whole bamboo forest was moving.
They were so dizzy that they quickly bowed their heads.
Soon, an elderly scholar walked out from the bamboo, dressed in a Confucian robe, wearing a bamboo hat, with lean features and indifferent eyes.
Seeing the crowd, he imdiately furrowed his brows, "I fulfilled your request, why do you still seek ?"
A voice aged with ti, precisely the one playing the zither in the Salt Gang’s cabin that day.
Lu Jiu imdiately showed a flattering smile, "We wish to et Mr. Wang, please convey for us."
The elderly man snorted coldly, but just as he was about to speak, a hoarse, old voice ca from the valley: "Yu Mo, let them in."
"Follow ."
The elderly man gave Lu Jiu a cold glance and led the way.
Passing through the bamboo forest, the view suddenly opened up.
In the valley was a small pond, surrounded by flowers and grass, there were two grass huts, and beside the cliff stone wall, there was a cave.
Above the cave, the words "Scripture Emperor Cave" were inscribed.
Inside the cave were several stone caves, each filled with bookshelves made of Golden Silk Nan wood, filled with various classics, including ancient grass paper books and bamboo slips.
At the stone room at the cave’s entrance, there was a writing desk and Four Treasures of the Study, an elderly man in a Confucian robe sat on a mat, reading the bamboo slips.
His appearance was imposing, white beard curling, skin an unusual purple, precisely the elder at Wushan who had changed celestial phenona, causing the flood dragon to arrive early.
"Greetings, Mr. Wang."
Upon seeing him, Lu Jiu imdiately prostrated on the ground to kowtow.
Where was the fierce deanor from before?
Lu Jiu naturally knew the person before him was not simple.
His na was Wang ngsheng, a loose cultivator of Wushan, with profound Dao, at that ti, just by coordinating with a monk, he could confront the Zhenwu Palace’s magic platform.
Although Yu Longzi was distracted, being attacked by both Master Huang and the Heavenly Saint, thus losing the duel, it still showed his capability.
"The matter is done, why do you still seek the old man..."
The purple-faced elder asked while reading the book slip, not lifting his head.
Lu Jiu laughed, saying: "Mr. Wang, this is not done, the Life Fate Association’s won ascended the mountain, if they surrender, it will be difficult for us in the future."
"That’s your problem."
The elder remained unmoved, "The old man’s rule is rely to act, whether successful or not, it doesn’t matter."
Lu Jiu’s eyes flickered, he gritted his teeth and clasped his hands, saying: "Mr., you know our Salt Gang gets information easily, we’ve heard so things."
"A while ago, you secretly led rebel troops, destroyed Yunling Temple, though it was to help Wushan cultivators, but it also killed those snobbish ones of Zhenwu Palace..."
"That’s fine, earlier you were also entrusted by the Ghost Sect, dueling with Zhenwu Palace, not only hurting Zhenwu Palace’s face, but almost disrupting the court’s affairs..."
Before the words finished, the elder coldly glanced over.
Just with a glance, Lu Jiu felt as if struck by lightning, his mind buzzed, his chest and abdon twisted in pain.
Wanting to struggle, his whole body couldn’t move.
The others he brought along were the sa, so even unable to breathe, gasping like dead fish, but unable to take in any air.
The old man who brought them in, Yu Mo, watched coldly.
This is called "Nightmare Technique", similar to enchantnt and srism. If not lifted in ti, these people from the Salt Gang will suffocate to death.
Fortunately, the purple-faced old man did not go for the kill, just let out a cold snort, "Are you threatening ?"
This cold snort lifted the spell.
Lu Jiu’s face was blue and purple, and he, along with the others, collapsed to the ground, gasping, their eyes full of fear.
The old man before them was soone their gang leader wanted him to contact, unexpectedly so horrifying.
"I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare!"
Lu Jiu quickly knelt on the ground and said urgently, "I am thinking of you, we have heard so news."
"The reason Zhenwu Palace hasn’t retaliated is first to follow the army to suppress the rebellion, second to send people everywhere to track the Ghost Sect Leader’s whereabouts, but they sent others."
"The duel over at the River Dam is finished, Qingcheng Mountain holds the upper hand for now, Yu Longzi is leaving Shu, bringing back those two experts from Wushan."
"The gang leader wants to tell you, this place is not safe to stay long; in the world today, only that noble can protect you!"
"Qingcheng won?"
The purple-faced old man seed to have expected it, shook his head, "With Cheng Jianxin vanished, those from Qingcheng cannot hold the Southwest monsters, they must have seen the court’s victory and are temporarily avoiding the sharp edge..."
He paused and looked around the cave, sighed, "This Scripture Emperor Cave, where Emperor Wu of Liang once hid books, where Emperor Ming of Tang hid from the Anshi Rebellion, is considered a blessed land."
"Those old things have been eyeing this place for a long ti, once I leave, I’m afraid it will be taken by them..."
"Master!"
The old Confucian beside him beca anxious upon hearing this.
Before he could speak, the purple-faced old man raised his hand, "Don’t say it, these few days of divination, all foresee great misfortune. The fortune of the Mystic Sect is at its peak, Wushan will inevitably be taken by them."
"The gentleman is wise!"
Lu Jiu quickly flattered, "Please take action, capture them, go to Shu, so there’s an explanation."
The purple-faced old man glanced lightly, "You want dead?"
Lu Jiu was stupefied, "I... I wouldn’t dare!"
"Fool!"
The old Confucian beside him scolded, "The person you provoked is a living Yin ssenger, if nothing unexpected happens, he must have followed up the mountain."
"Never mind my master, if anyone else on the mountain knows, they’ll all hide, you must handle this yourself!"
Lu Jiu listened in disbelief, "A living Yin ssenger... so powerful?"
He was simply passing ssages, unaware of Mystic Sect secrets, and it was precisely because of his ignorance that he was fearless.
"Hmph!"
The old Confucian gave a cold snort, "Not him who is powerful, but what’s behind him. At least we won’t take action."
"Then... what should be done?"
Lu Jiu asked anxiously.
The purple-faced old man’s eyes glinted, "I do have an idea, just depends if you dare to do it..."
...
Crash!
Continuous heavy rain, rain mist rising in the forest.
mbers of the Life Fate Association moved through the forest, although there was an ancient mountain path, it had long been destroyed by mountain floods and mud, making the journey extrely difficult.
Li Yan stepped into a mud pit, then looked up at the mountain top, seeing clouds swirling, covering the entire peak, only to change to another scene shortly.
The clouds and rain of Wushan are ever-changing and truly magnificent.
But in this situation, whoever is traveling would feel unpleasant.
Sha Lifei wore a white robe outside, fearing the firearms would get wet, with oilcloth underneath, drenched in sweat, and muttered quietly, "How much further is this?"
"Hehehe..."
Before he finished, in the distance, ca the sound of children laughing from the dense forest, seemingly chasing and playing.
But upon closer inspection, nothing could be seen.
"Don’t panic!"
Old woman Bai Huan remained unchanged, said solemnly, "They are Mountain Babies, transford from children who fell into Wuxia, don’t act rashly."
She said, shaking the bell on her cane.
Ding ding ding!
The sound echoed crisply through the mountains.
Bai Huan respectfully cupped her hands, "Perhaps Master Lian? The younger generation goes up the mountain to pay respects to the Goddess, asking to clear the way."
A faint shadow appeared in the forest mist, appearing to be a nun, a floating voice simultaneously calling, "Amitabha, benefactors, turn around and find the shore."
At the sa ti, the Hook Paper inside Li Yan’s bosom began to warm up...
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