Chapter 161 The Bloody Sunset

"This temple is called Yanhua Temple, and it has stood for hundreds of years. People from Xiangyang City often come here to burn incense and worship Buddha."

"The original site of Yanhua Temple was deep in Dongshan Mountain, but unfortunately a landslide hundreds of years ago caused the old temple to collapse. Now we are in a new temple located at a new site."

Dongshan Yanhua Temple is ancient and quiet. Mu Hanshan and Lao Wu concealed their auras and walked around the temple several times. Finally, they found the wooden sign left by Wen's mother on an ancient tree.

Thin wooden signs were tied with ribbons, thrown high up and hung on the treetops. The people of Xiangyang City are superstitious and believe that as long as the wooden sign is hung high enough, the wishes they make will have good results.

There were dozens of wooden signs hanging there, some new and some old. Those from earlier times may have already fallen and decayed. Mu Hanshan flew over and took them down, placing them in a neat row on the stone steps.

"Heng'er, Hui'er, and Yuan'er are progressing in their studies and are safe and happy."

"Heng'er, Hui'er, and Yuan'er are progressing in their studies and are safe and happy."

Only by making great progress in your studies can you have peace and happiness. Wen Siheng's entry into the Qingji Sect changed the plight of the entire family. Although this is not worth mentioning for other middle-class people, it is a bombshell for poor families. Wen's mother then spent all her money to send Wen Sihui and Wen Siyuan to practice Taoism.

It was because she only knew this one path, only knew that this single but extremely lucky path had broken out of the poverty like the gray night in their lives, and shone a little light in the sky of their lives, although it was not enough to illuminate the dawn of the future.

If Wen Siheng can succeed, other children must also succeed. So that they can take care of themselves, so that they can be self-reliant. When the children are able to become independent, Mother Wen will be able to smile with satisfaction and pass away with peace of mind.

This is what Wen's mother thought. From her point of view, she just hopes that all children can study hard, get promoted, and live in safety and happiness.

Wen's mother is kind and foolish.

Ten years ago, the only two names left on the wooden plaque were "Heng'er" and "Hui'er". Mu Hanshan looked at the row of wooden signs and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. Lao Wu said, "At least we know we found the right temple."

He turned around and wanted to investigate deeper into Yanhua Temple, but he saw Mu Hanshan said, "Wait."

Mu Hanshan flew up again. He hung the wooden signs that carried his mother's foolish heart on the treetops. This time, he hung them higher.

Lao Wu watched his actions quietly. He is an orphan and has never had any family affection, so it is difficult for him to understand why Mu Hanshan's eyes suddenly turned red.

The two continued to accompany the ordinary pilgrims in their investigation. Yanhua Temple is not very prosperous, and the common people passing by are all worried. Some people even knelt on the stone steps for a long time and couldn't get up.

Lao Wu said, "It's easy to cheat someone who has troubles here."

Mu Hanshan glanced at him and said, "This is a forbidden place for Buddhism. There are gods above your head. Aren't you afraid of being blamed by the gods?"

Lao Wu said, "If there really is a god in heaven, he will give everyone a different fate. Some are poor, some are rich, some do evil, and some are humiliated. The god wants people to believe that everyone is equal, but he gives everyone a different fate. The one who should be afraid of being blamed should be the god himself."

Mu Hanshan was speechless for a moment and had no words to refute. At this time, he heard a commoner beside him ask, "Is Master Mo Jing not in the temple now?"

"Master Mo Jing has been out these days."

After the little monk left, Mu Hanshan went to ask the distressed people. The commoner said, "Master Mo Jing has practiced in the temple for a hundred years and has great medical skills. He has a noble character, but he is a low-key person who lives in seclusion. Therefore, few people here have heard of his name."

"It was by chance that I got lost in the temple and met Master Mo Jing, and was able to receive his treatment and guidance."

"Is Master Mo Jing a monk who was born and raised in Yanhua Temple... Why are you asking this? I can't remember clearly, but it seems not."

Mu Hanshan's heart suddenly started to alarm. He found out the location of the monks' rooms without leaving any trace, and went to spy with Lao Wu. In a secluded area of ​​Yanhua Temple, closest to the mountains, the two found Master Mo Jing's room.

The door of the wing was closed. The two men pushed the door open and walked in. The room is simply furnished and very clean.

Lao Wu immediately started searching. Mu Hanshan was very hesitant at first, but eventually he began to assist Lao Wu.

Even though monks have no hair, the room was too clean and there were no clues. Mu Hanshan looked at Lao Wu standing in the middle of the room in silence for a while. After a long time, he heard Lao Wu say, "Got it."

Mu Hanshan: "Do you have any idea?"

Lao Wu: "Let's have a video call with Master."

...Mu Hanshan only had the thought in his mind, "As expected." Lao Wu picked up the jade pendant and called Ning Mingmei. Soon, Ning Mingmei's face appeared on the jade pendant in the form of a shadow.

Even though Ning Mingmei is an unparalleled beauty, this scene is a bit too scary. The phantom head looked solemn and majestic, and was swaying around the room under the support of Lao Wu.

Finally, the head said, "Look at the soles of his shoes."

It was very noisy over there at Ning Mingmei's place. Perhaps it was because the birthday banquet was about to begin, and he, as the master of Piaomiao Peak of Qingji Sect, was treated like a star by everyone. Master still replies to disciples’ emails on social media, which makes Laowu really grateful.

Mu Hanshan was standing nearby, thinking of his master.

A few days ago, Chang Feichang yawned and told Mu Hanshan that he was going to go into seclusion - whether it was because he couldn't stand the urging of the weekly group meetings or because he wanted to make progress from the bottom of his heart, this made Mu Hanshan very happy.

I wonder in which secluded cave of the Qingji Sect Master was last night, and where was the moon he was looking at?

Mu Hanshan bent down and turned over the sole of Mo Jing's shoe for Lao Wu. The soles of the shoes were stained with moss and mud of a peculiar color.

Mu Hanshan said: "I heard from my grandfather that moss of this color can only be found on Dongji Mountain..."

Dongji Mountain!

Isn’t that the legendary site of Yanhua Temple hundreds of years ago?

When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong. The two decided to set off for Dongji Mountain immediately. Ning Mingmei hummed, and then said: "We shouldn't act rashly. I'm worried about you two being the only ones around."

He thought for a moment and then said, "I'll let Duan Ying come find you. You guys can go together. She's very capable."

"Master Ning Feng, it will take time to explore Dongji Mountain. Why don't Lao Wu and I look for the former site of Yanhua Temple on Dongji Mountain now. When Duan Ying comes, we will go in together. Before she arrives, we will never act on our own." Mu Hanshan suggested.

Duan Ying still had a day’s journey to get here. But Mu Hanshan was already extremely anxious when he thought about the whereabouts of Wen Siheng's family.

Ning Mingmei said: "This is also fine, don't move rashly. Open the jade pendant and contact me at any time."

Lao Wu put away the jade pendant, but did not turn off the communication function, so he could keep the voice call open at all times. Mu Hanshan asked: "Shall we leave now?"

Lao Wu nodded: "Yes."

The two men left the room and flew directly to Dongji Mountain on their swords. But neither of them knew that at this moment, someone in the dark pulled his hood.

"…The only person who knows where that thing is, probably, the monk Chang Jing who defected from Liaoyuan Clan hundreds of years ago. As the younger brother of a Buddhist disciple, he first defected from Baopu Temple to Liaoyuan Clan, and then defected from Liaoyuan Clan. Now, he uses the alias Mo Jing and colludes with Lingfeng Clan to do those shameful things. A few days ago, he returned to Liaoyuan Clan and stole 'that thing'." The woman in green said sarcastically, "Being a betrayer is addictive, isn't it?"

The gray-clothed man next to him only said, "Are you sure that 'that thing' was stolen by Chang Jing?"

The woman in green said, "Except for him, no one else knows that 'that thing' is hidden in the place where the Liaoyuan people are."

The man in gray said, "If he was the one who stole this, his method was too crude."

"You and I both know that to others, that thing is just a magical tool used to create illusions to hurt people, but it has a more important use for us." The green-clothed woman turned around, "After the death of the owner of Xinghuo Island, Xinghuo Island was covered by fog and no one could enter. People from all walks of life burned books related to Xinghuo Island and slaughtered people related to Xinghuo Island. They did it once a thousand years ago. A few hundred years ago, they did it to us again because of Jiang Heng's matter. As early as a thousand years ago, the various skills of Xinghuo Island that remained in our hands were scattered, and even the basic skills were only half. However, hundreds of years ago, the 'Demon Concubine' Jiang Heng found the complete basic skills from somewhere. Otherwise, what do you think she can use with a furnace and a cauldron to fight those people?"

"It's a pity that Jiang Heng is dead. She hated the demon world and the human world, and she didn't trust the Liaoyuan people. In the whole world, the only person she trusted was her own sister Jiang Wu. Jiang Wu is now missing, and only a part of her memory is left in that thing."

The gray-clothed man said, "That thing is an ancient immortal weapon. It is Jiang Wu's life weapon and relic. It is also the only clue for us to find the complete technique."

"Yes, but unfortunately Jiang Wu hid her memory too deeply, and we could never find it, so we could only hide it for research. I didn't expect that Chang Jing would want to get a piece of the pie now. You also know that if this thing was not important and Chang Jing's cultivation was not high, we would not let you take action easily." said the woman in green.

The gray-clothed man said, "I just really don't understand how Chang Jing knew the importance of this item? How did he know that this item was the life-saving magic weapon refined by Jiang Wu himself?"

“Perhaps, we should ask his good elder brother Chang Qing, who is a Buddhist disciple.” The green-clothed woman sneered, “Chang Qing is a Buddhist disciple, but he is secretly entangled with the witch Jiang Wu... The righteous people in the martial arts world are really one more hypocritical than the other!”

The man in gray said nothing. The woman in green suddenly asked, "It's been a few years since we last met. Do you still remember our purpose?"

"…perfect the technique, accumulate strength, revive Weng Xingyun, avenge the six realms, and open the Heavenly Gate again."

The man in gray spoke slowly, word by word.

Like chewing crushed ice in your teeth.

"Hundreds of years have passed in a flash! Back then, when you were eight years old, you carried Liu Shuang on your back and walked a hundred miles step by step, across the desert and snowfields, to Yaochuan City, to find us, and then to Qingji Sect." The green-clothed woman whispered, "Very good. I see that your hatred has never subsided."

She looked at her palms, which seemed to still bear the scars left by the time she had been in the icy water for several days in winter, trying to drag her father's body out of the glacier. "Me too."

"That hatred was like a raging fire, burning my heart, roaring and wailing, and never stopped."

The man in gray and the woman in green set off for Dongji Mountain.

Just as the mountain came into view, the woman in green said, "What a pity, someone got there first - it seems that besides us, there are others looking for Chang Jing's whereabouts!"

Two young monks were walking on the winding mountain road. They put on some disguises to conceal their abilities.

"It's really unfortunate. If they are in the way, we can only kill them." said the woman in green.

At this time, the setting sun was like blood, dyeing the entire mountain blood red.