Chapter 7 The Buddha's Eyelashes Remain Silent, Without Sorrow or Joy
"It's Zhu Qi! They're in danger!" Tang Wanwan's beautiful eyes widened with anxiety. "Senior Brother Ziyan, we must go save them!"
"Junior sister, calm down," Mo Ziyan quickly analyzed. "Zhu Qi and Mu Chen are both at the peak of Foundation Establishment. The screams in the communication talisman did not come from the two of them. Since they can send a talisman, it means they are not in any danger."
"They all sound like women to me," Tang Wanwan nodded in analysis. "Could they all be people who went missing a few days ago?"
"This demon is probably quite powerful. I'll send a message to the Myriad Talismans Sect first." Mo Ziyan took out a communication talisman, channeled spiritual power into it, and the talisman flashed and disappeared into the air.
Although she has been here for quite some time, every time she encounters a principle that science cannot explain, Huali can't help but silently exclaim, "Amazing!"
"It's done." After sending the message, Mo Ziyan took out the talisman again, but this time the talisman circled twice in mid-air before returning to his hand.
"The tracking talisman is malfunctioning?" Tang Wanwan was shocked. "How could this happen? How are we going to find Zhu Qi and the others without the tracking talisman?"
Mo Ziyan glanced at the talisman and tried again, but it still didn't work.
"It seems that Baiyun Mountain has been placed under a restriction. Since the tracking talisman is not working, we should find a local to guide us."
"The locals?" Tang Wanwan thought of something and stared at Huali with her almond-shaped eyes.
Huali, who was halfway through turning around, said, "Don't look at me, it's scary there, I'm not going."
"You know Baiyun Mountain?" Tang Wanwan's eyes lit up. "Take us there, and all these spirit stones are yours." She took out her Qiankun bag and unfolded it.
The glittering light of the spirit stone was so dazzling it almost blinded Huali.
Those despicable rich people!
"I'm not going." Hua Lifu is not swayed by wealth and status. "I'm just an ordinary person. I have neither spiritual power nor any defense. Going there would just be suicide."
"How can you be like this!" Tang Wanwan stamped her feet anxiously. "We will protect you. You are only responsible for leading us to the destination. Exorcising demons is naturally the business of our Spirit Sword Sect."
Huali glanced at Lianzhuo, who had been silent since earlier, and shook her head firmly: "I'm not going."
Seeing this, Mo Ziyan quickly stopped Tang Wanwan, who was rolling up her sleeves and trying to forcibly abduct her, and stepped forward to bow. "I am Mo Ziyan from the Spirit Sword Sect, and this is my junior sister, Tang Wanwan. We are both registered disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect. The ones who just asked for help were Mu Chen, the senior brother of the Xuanfu Sect, and his junior sister, Zhu Qi."
"The four of us received a Heaven-level mission from the sect's 'Immortal Quest' to find the missing woman from Jishan, which led us all the way to Fufeng City."
“We are all from reputable sects, and it is our duty to slay demons and monsters. If you are willing to help me, I will swear an oath here.”
"Mo Ziyan is willing to guarantee with his own life that he will protect the young lady. As a reward, he will offer thirty high-grade spirit stones."
In the cultivation world, promises are always highly valued. Once a soul oath is made, breaking it will result in the shattering of one's Dao heart, which is more poisonous than nine tribulations of lightning.
Having seen through everything, Ao Bai leisurely licked his paws and said, "Host, you did this on purpose, didn't you? I was just waiting for you to say that."
Rosewood glanced at it, and they understood each other without saying a word.
In fact, she had already made a plan when she heard the cry for help from the talisman.
To activate the Earth-type card, she had to be near the monk, but the monk didn't trust her at all, and there were too many Buddhist rules and regulations, so the connection of just a Bodhi bead was not enough.
What if the other person gets fed up with her and goes back to Buddhism to live in seclusion? Then she'll be completely finished.
So she had to find a way to get entangled with him and build a revolutionary friendship.
The current predicament has solved her immediate problem.
As for safety issues...
Since the monk was able to light up the card, it means he is a chosen one. As the old saying goes, luck is also a part of strength.
Secondly, with Mo Ziyan's double guarantee, this is a sure-fire way to make a profit.
Everything is ready except for the east wind.
Huali passed the buck to Dongfeng, saying, "Going is fine, but I need to find someone to go with. How about this, if he goes, I'll go."
Mo Ziyan and Tang Wanwan both looked towards Lian Zhuo.
"Is the Master a disciple of Buddhism?" Mo Ziyan asked.
Lian Zhuo nodded, "Amitabha, this humble monk is Lian Zhuo."
Okay, okay, she asked for so long but couldn't get the name, and they solved it with just one sentence.
Double standard dog.
"The Spirit Sword Sect and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect have always been on good terms. We would appreciate Master Lianzhuo's help and will definitely visit to express our gratitude in the future."
Lian Zhuo stopped twirling her prayer beads, her long eyelashes casting fine shadows in the light of the trees. She didn't answer immediately, but instead looked up at Hua Li.
His eyelashes were still, seemingly devoid of joy or sorrow, yet Huali felt a chilling sense of being seen through at a glance.
She awkwardly looked away, pretending to look at the tree.
"Amitabha Buddha, lead the way."
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"Whoa! Slow down! I'm afraid of heights!!!"
"Huali, let go! Ouch! Ouch! Did you pinch my waist on purpose?!" Tang Wanwan shouted as she flew on her sword, making a hand seal with two fingers: "You're afraid of heights, yet you still insist on looking down. Quickly check if the road is this way!"
Having lived for nineteen years, Huali never imagined that she would one day fly on a sword.
She clung tightly to Tang Wanwan's waist, her legs trembling violently. "Don't turn around! Watch where you're going! We're still a long way off!"
Ao Bai lay on Hua Li's head, his tail tightly wrapped around her neck: "At a speed of 300 kilometers per hour, we should arrive at our destination in about an hour."
An hour?
Cultivating immortality is awesome.
Tang Wanwan rolled her eyes. "What's there to be afraid of? With spiritual energy protecting you, the wind can't reach you at all. Feel it carefully and look at the white clouds next to you."
“Don’t worry, host, what she said is true,” Ao Bai echoed. “Sword control is the most basic spell in the cultivation world. Once all five stars of your earth-type card are lit up, you can do it too.”
Does she fly with cards?
Huali imagined the scene, and I must say, it looked incredibly sophisticated.
She took a deep breath and looked up into the distance.
As the sun sets, the sea of clouds surges like snow waves, and the jungle beneath our feet resembles an endless green sea.
She turned to look at Lian Zhuo, who was an arm's length away. Behind him, a spirit bird soared out from the depths of the clouds, its wings dyed with the golden and red hues of the sky, and circled around him.
“Tell my master that I have found Bifang’s location, so there is no need to worry.”
Lian Zhuo raised her eyes, and the spirit bird let out a clear cry before transforming into a streak of light and disappearing at the boundary of the sea of clouds.
Mo Ziyan, who was leading the way, stopped. "Miss Huali, is this the village you mentioned?"
Huali snapped out of her daze and looked in the direction he pointed. Below, the small village, nestled among the mountains, was faintly visible.
There's no way she could see that perspective.
Fortunately, there was Ao Bai as the system navigator. "Host, that's the village at the foot of Baiyun Mountain."
Karin: "That's right, that's it."
Mo Ziyan nodded: "Okay, let's go take a look first."
The group stopped on the mountain road outside the village entrance. Tang Wanwan looked at the large red "double happiness" character hanging at the village entrance and asked suspiciously, "Are you sure you didn't lead us the wrong way? Why are they having a wedding here?"
Ao Bai: "No, this is the location on the system map."
Karin: "No, this is it."
Tang Wanwan stroked her chin, looking Ao Bai up and down at Hua Li's feet. "I've wanted to say this for a long time, you cat..."
"Look at your senior brother." Before she could say anything dangerous, Huali quickly pointed to Mo Ziyan.
Tang Wanwan's attention was quickly diverted. "Senior Brother Ziyan, have you found anything?"
Mo Ziyan took out a talisman, closed his eyes for a moment, and then his expression became solemn. "That's right, the tracking talisman can sense the residual spiritual power of Mu Chen and Zhu Qi here." He waved it lightly, and the talisman turned to ashes before it could fly out of sight.
"No wonder we couldn't find our way; they'd set up an array to block the spells." Tang Wanwan raised an eyebrow. "I'll see who's behind this. Let's go!"
Huali looked at the "Chinese horror" village in front of her with a chill running down her spine, and silently moved closer to Lianzhuo.
As soon as you enter the village, a chilling coldness spreads from your feet, and the only sound around you is the wind.
The sound of the wind was both a wail and a cry, which sent chills down one's spine.
Huali followed Lianzhuo slowly, her gaze sweeping over the houses along the road. Bright red wedding ribbons hung on the doors of each house, their glaring presence particularly striking against the gloomy sky.
The decorations, which should have been filled with joy, now gave off an inexplicable sense of unease.
Suddenly, a sinister gaze swept over.
Karin turned her head sharply.
On the opposite window, a pale-faced face was grinning at her.
Seeing her looking over, he instantly disappeared through the doorway.
Huali gasped as if struck by lightning, her scalp tingling. Before she could even process what was happening, she had already gripped the hand of the person next to her tightly.
"What...what is that? Did you see it?"
Help! Are there ghosts in the cultivation world?
She can handle monsters, but she really can't overcome ghosts.
"Calm your mind." A cool, sandalwood-scented hand brushed across her head. Huali subconsciously looked up, and a cool Buddhist bead gently touched her brow.
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