On their way back, they encountered cars parked on the side of the road and Li Wenhe and others who were rushing over.
After a brief conversation, the group followed Mingzhuo and headed towards Qinghui Residence.
As soon as everyone entered the courtyard, they saw a figure running out of the gate in a panic.
The man looked terrified, yelling "Ghost!" as he ran frantically, as if there was something extremely terrifying in the house.
Upon seeing Master Tingyun and his group, he rushed over and shouted for help.
A ghostly shadow flew out of the door and was about to drag the man inside when it suddenly realized something was wrong. Why were there so many people in the courtyard?
The puppet froze in mid-air for a moment, then decisively closed its eyes and pretended to be dead. It was then slapped down by the man in a fit of pique and rolled pitifully at Mingzhuo's feet.
It was lifeless, like a lifeless wooden sculpture.
Mingzhao: "..."
She picked up the puppet and casually put it in her pocket.
The man was completely bewildered. What had happened? How could he have knocked this incredibly malevolent thing down?
How could that be! Just now, inside the house, no matter how he ran, that thing would gracefully drag him back and beat him up.
This is a trap, yes, it must be a trap!
"Master, save me! That evil spirit is going to kill me!" He grabbed Master Tingyun's leg.
"Where are the ghosts?" Master Tingyun glanced warily into the room. Could there be an ambush inside?
Zhuang Xun had already stepped forward with his sword, ready to investigate.
Ruan Mingying stepped forward: "Wait a minute, Zhuozhuo is here at my house, how could there be a problem?"
Li Wenhe said calmly, "Did you sneak in to use some evil tricks, only to be thwarted by the magic array and suffer a backlash?"
Gu Xu had already stepped forward silently and rushed into the hall first.
As the lights came on, the Xuanmen members, who had initially felt something was amiss, suddenly felt somewhat embarrassed.
What's wrong with this room? It's spotless, as if an exorcism ceremony has just been held, the atmosphere is incredibly pure and clear.
The reason I had that illusion just now was probably because I had preconceived notions and was deceived by the evil cultivator in front of me.
The evil practitioner was devastated. "Why don't you believe me?!" he cried. "No, there really are ghosts!! She...she raised a ghost child!"
Zhuang Xun was already getting angry: "Nonsense! I think you're the one with the guilty conscience!"
How dare you slander my idol for raising a ghost child? You must be tired of living!
“You say there are ghosts, then tell me where the ghosts are?” another disciple asked.
"The little devil is right in front of you!" The evil cultivator raised his hand to point at Mingzhuo, but suddenly his eyes widened.
He saw the puppet peek half its head out of Mingzhuo's pocket and give him a cold look.
That gaze held an indescribable malevolence, as if it could stir up the deepest nightmares and fears in his heart. The evil cultivator trembled, pointing at Ming Zhuo, speechless for a long time.
Then her eyes rolled back and she completely fainted.
Mingzhuo spread his hands, looking completely innocent, "I didn't do anything."
Ruan Mingying quickly chimed in: "Yes, that's a staged accident! Bah, shameless!"
The puppet huddled in Mingzhuo's pocket, as quiet as a well-behaved baby who hadn't done anything wrong.
Master Tingyun sighed. Although he didn't know why this evil cultivator had suddenly acted this way, there was no doubt that he had infiltrated Qinghui Residence with the intention of using evil tricks to harm people.
Fortunately, no one was in the house tonight; if the servants had been there, there might have been some bloodshed.
Such dangerous elements could not be left unchecked, so several disciples immediately stepped forward and tied up the evil cultivator, intending to take him away for a thorough interrogation later.
In the living room, Master Tingyun placed an antique yet exquisite incense burner on the coffee table.
"These are the things we found at Beishan Temple."
The incense burner was covered with several layers of restrictions. He had been very careful the whole way, but he never expected that someone would still fall for it.
Xiang Yuhan looked ashamed. "That incense ash gu was lurking in my body and hadn't made a sound. It was my carelessness. I thought I was just seeing things for a moment, but I didn't realize I was infected with the gu."
He had a bloody hole in his left hand. Although he recited a hemostatic incantation and took hemostatic pills, his face inevitably turned pale.
Mingzhuo: "Oh, it's nothing. I called an ambulance. You and Uncle Qin should go to the hospital for a thorough check-up."
Uncle Qin was Xu Shanglou's driver, and he truly suffered an undeserved misfortune.
Although this type of Gu is not as sinister as other Gu worms, it is more insidious and can easily damage brain nerves, so it should not be taken lightly.
Xiang Yuhan and Uncle Qin were both taken away, and Xu Shanglou sent someone else to take care of them.
The remaining people then explained the situation of the Great Pine Mountain Tea Horse Road to Mingzhuo.
Beishan Temple is indeed located in the middle of the Ancient Tea Horse Road. The terrain there is treacherous, and the wooden plank road built by the ancients has long since rotted away. In order to make money, the tourism company simply ordered a few planks to be placed there.
At that time, they encountered a company doing team building activities, which used loudspeakers to shout encouragement and sprint, urging employees to work hard to climb over obstacles, just like sprinting to reach a new peak in performance.
In short, when he heard the slogans being shouted through the loudspeaker, Zhuang Xun, who had a fiery temper, almost rushed up and beat up the person in charge.
What did the employees do wrong? Not only do they have to work hard to boost the company's performance, but they also have to be sent to this godforsaken place for training.
The unscrupulous travel company only cares about making money, and the unscrupulous boss only cares about manipulating his employees, completely disregarding how dangerous that road is.
Beishan Temple is located after that treacherous journey. Many people are exhausted and can't help but go in to rest when they see the simple and cozy Taoist temple.
"It can be said that anyone who has traveled along the Ancient Tea Horse Road has visited Beishan Temple." Zhuang Xun said, then couldn't help but frown.
Mingzhuo understood what he meant; he was worried that those people had been bewitched.
"If we detain the person in charge of that travel agency and get the tourist list, we should be able to find those people," Mingzhuo said after thinking for a moment.
Master Tingyun nodded: "That's what we think too, and we've already notified the special departments to get involved."
Mingzhuo looked at Zhuang Xun: "You're in such a hurry to find me, besides this matter, is there some other problem?"
The reason she looked at Zhuang Xun with such certainty was because she sensed a strange and evil aura emanating from him.
Although it is faint, its existence leaves a trace.
"Besides Beishan Temple, where else have you been?" Mingzhuo added.
Zhuang Xun's expression turned serious. This matter was of great importance, and he hadn't even told the people traveling with him, except for Daoist Tingyun.
Seeing his expression, Mingzhuo knew they needed to talk privately. After thinking for a moment, he said, "It's alright, my people are trustworthy."
Everyone else had already consciously left, and the only ones left to talk in the small meeting room were Gu Xu, Li Wenhe, He Wangyao, and Pei Di.
Seeing this, Zhuang Xun no longer hesitated and continued speaking.
As a practitioner, he had an easy time navigating the most treacherous section of the road.
But for ordinary people, office workers, it's not necessarily the case.
Many people who climb this route are already physically exhausted, and the tour company keeps urging them to hurry up with the itinerary.
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