After leaving Rimuli, they traveled for two days under the leadership of Yin Buqi and Sui Lu's exploration. On the morning of the third day, they arrived at the foot of Wuchang Mountain.

Jiang Niannian sighed: "I didn't expect that our sense of direction and memory are so good. He still remembers such a small thing now."

Yin Buqi's eyes seemed to be covered with dust. He lowered his eyes and said, "When I was a child, I missed my mother so much in the bamboo courtyard that I recalled all the details of our relationship over and over again... My memory is really good, so good that there are some things that I can't forget once I see them..."

Jiang Niannian was stunned for a moment. Afraid that he would remember something bad, she subconsciously wanted to comfort him, but unexpectedly she heard him whisper in her ear: "It's just like the mole at the base of Nian Nian's thigh. I can't forget it either..."

The corners of Jiang Niannian's mouth twitched, indicating that she didn't want to pay attention to him.

Wuchang Mountain is hidden in the clouds and mist, emitting a spiritual light and not quite clear.

"Are you from outside the area?" As everyone was preparing to go up the mountain, a man carrying a hoe came over and asked.

Yin Ci said, "That's right."

“But we have to go up the mountain?”

Jiang Ziyu nodded.

"You can't climb this mountain." The man waved his hand and said, "A hundred years ago, there lived a saint on the mountain. He was highly respected and had great magical powers. From time to time, he would bring his little disciple down the mountain to exorcise demons and exorcise evil spirits."

"After that, I don't know why, but I haven't seen them for a long time. I heard from the old man who carved the stele that his disciple had died. The saint left and never came back, so the mountain was closed."

Yin Buqi raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh? How do you seal it?"

The man said, "This mountain seems to be under some kind of spell. It seems to be there, but it is not. If someone who doesn't know the truth steps onto the mountain path, he will fall into the abyss."

"No, I didn't fall."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Jiang Ziyu already stepped onto the mountain path and looked at them.

“…”

The man continued, "If you take a few more steps, Wuchang Mountain will emit a solemn sound of bells and chimes, and then the ground will shake, causing the deaf to bleed to death."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Ziyou took a few more steps and said, "He's not dead."

Man: "..." This guy is really brave.

Yin Ci frowned and said, "Are you trying to scare us on purpose?"

Coal Ball grinned in his arms: "Ah Wu!"

The man became excited: "How could it be! These are all passed down from the older generation. I have personally seen people bleed to death from the Seventh Devil. How could I lie to you!"

Jiang Niannian said a few words of comfort and asked, "Does that saint always wear white clothes and have a cold face?"

"It seems so, but I'm not sure. The only person of the previous generation who has seen the master and apprentice is the old man in the stele shop."

Jiang Niannian asked: "Can you take us to see him?"

The man shook his head: "He had a stroke and died a few days ago."

"Okay..." Jiang Niannian sighed, and with the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Jiang Ziyu walking up the mountain path with a curious look on his face.

Not long after, the clouds and mist suddenly dissipated, and the true face of Wuchang Mountain appeared before everyone.

Wuchang Mountain has been closed for a hundred years, and the young generation has never seen its original appearance. When the man saw it this time, his eyes widened.

The trees are all withered. Looking up, I can see their thin branches stretching out, imprinted on the bluish-white sky, like cracks extending on blue and white porcelain.

You can see endless stone steps with all kinds of mysterious patterns carved on them. When you look closely, you will find that they contain countless formations.

No wonder the barrier is so strong.

This magic circle is not only connected to the barrier, but also restricts people from using magic tools and can only walk.

The man's eyes widened: "What...what's going on?!"

Yin Buqi looked at the bracelet in Jiang Ziyu's hand that was glowing slightly with his red eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said nothing.

Everyone said goodbye to the man and walked up the stone steps.

It was clearly May, but it was snowing on the mountain. The stone steps at the mountain gate had not been swept for a long time, and the snow was thickly spread all over the ground.

Yin Buqi asked, "Niannian, are you cold?"

"It's not bad."

Yin Buqi didn't say anything else, but just held Jiang Niannian's hand, transmitting heat continuously.

He used his spiritual power to raise his body temperature to keep her warm.

Yin Ci looked ahead at what looked like a small hill, and didn't feel cold at all. The coal briquettes in his hands were like a small stove.

It took the crowd half a day to reach the top of the mountain.

There is a palace here, and the three characters "Xiandu Temple" on it have become so blurred that one can only barely make out the original handwriting.

The dilapidated palace was in ruins, and the dead branches were bare. They could not stop the cold winds from the mountains and could only let them sweep them away.

There is a courtyard right in front of the palace, with bare yet dense branches hanging over the courtyard.

They pushed open the creaking door, stepped over the shadows of branches on the ground, and stopped in the yard.

Everyone was stunned.

The yard was empty, with only a tombstone.

Jiang Ziyu suddenly felt cold all over and fell down in the snow.

He stared in disbelief and murmured, "How could this happen..."

The tombstone stood there quietly and alone, narrating the life story of a man:

After twenty years of cultivation in Guiyuan Formation, he killed three thousand two hundred and eighty monsters.

Quelled the riots in the South China Sea.

The unique Wanji sword technique.

…

In the great battle between immortals and demons, he seriously injured the Demon Lord and entered the Mahayana stage. He was known as the True Lord Qinghe.

More than one hundred achievements, all benefiting the people.

But the signature clearly read: My disciple Jiang Ziyu.

However, the three characters "徒" (Tu) and "江子由" (Jiang Ziyou) were obviously scraped off and then re-carved.

Give the lead manuscript to those who don't give up their promise.