After hearing Taoist Zi Jin's words with some hidden meaning, Old Man Jiang Hai and Nangong Manyun also frowned!
Brother Chongzi chuckled and said, "Mr. Zijin, are you afraid of the things in this mountain? This place doesn't look special. We'll just stay here for one night... and it's definitely safer and more comfortable than being in the wild. We can make a fire and barbecue, or send someone to watch the door. It's much safer than being in the wild."
After hearing what Brother Chongzi said, the expressions on the others' faces also began to show some excitement.
Taoist Zijin frowned and looked at Zhang Fan: "Master...should we go?"
Zhang Fan did not answer, but focused his attention on a huge bronze tripod in front of the temple!
"Let's go... This place is indeed suitable for us to stay. After all, we are in the open and bright, and someone will be able to find us immediately!"
When the others heard what Zhang Fan said, they frowned!
Old man Jiang Hai shook his head and said with some regret: "Mr. Maarsen must be in this mountain! When he sees us coming here, he may find us!"
There was regret on the old man's face, and for a moment he touched upon a sad event, which silenced everyone present.
Then everyone stepped into the temple together. The temple was much cleaner than expected!
The door of the big store was tightly closed. Everyone pushed open the heavy wooden door and found that there were not many statues in the hall. There were only a few Buddhas. The rest was dust all over the ground and messy sacrificial utensils!
"It seems that not many people have come here since the temple was built... The soil is so thick!"
Taoist Zijin complained: "Who would have nothing better to do than build such a big temple in the mountains? Well, it seems that the villagers never mentioned these things... This place is really weird!"
"Don't talk nonsense..." Nangong Manyun muttered, "Hurry up and find some firewood. We don't have much alcohol stove left, and even less fuel... and we have to save it for later!"
When everyone heard Nangong Manyun’s words, they all nodded!
Brother Chongzi's two men took out machetes and went out. Soon they brought back a large pile of firewood!
The flames slowly rose, and the warmth dispelled the darkness and coldness of the night. Everyone gathered around the campfire, some studying the map, and some studying the route.
Zhang Fan and Taoist Zi Jin were sitting together, concentrating on watching the two pieces of bacon roasting on the campfire!
Brother Chongzi and his men were whispering to each other. After a while, he came to Zhang Fan and sat on the ground next to him.
He didn't mind the dirtiness, he stared at Zhang Fan's profile and spoke softly!
"Mr. Zhang Fan... My brothers and I have not yet thanked you for saving our lives. If you had not taken action and used methods that we could not understand to kill that huge python, all of us would have died in that mountain village!"
Brother Chongzi said with some emotion: "I used to think that you were not a capable person! The fact proves... I was indeed short-sighted!"
Taoist Zijin continued, "Chongzi, what do you mean by this? Are you here to apologize? Or are you here to ask for help? If you are here to apologize... your sincerity is not enough. If you are here to ask for help, you may have found the wrong person... After all, what you want to do is nothing more than gold, silver, jewelry, and tomb robbing! Could it be that you want Mr. Zhang Fan to help you do these things?"
Brother Chongzi was stunned for a moment, and his inner thoughts were exposed by Taoist Zijin, so he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed!
"Mr. Zijin, you underestimate me too much. How could I be someone who doesn't know what's good for me and can't tell right from wrong? Before, we each served our own masters... Now..."
"Shut up!" Before he could finish his words, Zhang Fan interrupted him: "A guest is coming!"
The expressions of Taoist Zijin and others suddenly changed!
This is a deserted, uninhabited area. Villagers from the nearest small villages, after you lift the curse, you must do everything you can to leave here!
Now almost all the people in the village have been relocated, with only some hunting teams that rushed back later left, building boats and leaving one after another!
Who would come to this dilapidated temple at this time?
Could it be that... they were fellow travelers who had also received the news about the Book of Persuasion to Death and entered the mountains to seek the secret of Wanku Mountain!
Just when everyone was on guard and staring at the door!
“Crackle, squeak!”
The tightly closed temple door was pushed open forcefully.
Everyone subconsciously looked up and saw an old man wearing ancient costume and a straw hat on his head!
The old man had a bamboo basket on his back, which contained herbs and some very special things. When people walked in, they found some jewels, gold and silver in the basket on his back, and the room immediately became a lot brighter!
"Oh my god... this..."
When the insects saw the herbs and jewels on the old man's back, their eyes widened!
This is by no means an ordinary thing, but something that can be called a treasure. However, he just casually carried it on his back. Any one of those herbs has been around for decades and is very valuable outside.
Not to mention the jewels, each one is gorgeously shaped and made of solid materials. As long as you can get one or two pieces, you will never have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life!
As for the gold and silver, they are even more eye-catching!
Where does this old man come from? He actually has so many treasures!
Even old man Jiang Hai showed excitement on his face: "Could it be... these are the descendants of those immortal cultivators who live in this mountain!"
He wanted to stand up to greet them, but was stopped by Nangong Manyun: "Mr. Jiang Hai, don't be anxious... Look at Taoist Zijin and Mr. Zhang Fan, they don't seem very happy!"
Old Man Jiang Hai turned his head to look, and saw Zhang Fan staring calmly at the bacon that was oozing oil on the campfire, and he didn't care at all about the person who came in.
However, Taoist Zi Jin's eyes emitted a bright light, as if he was looking at something special, which was very rare!
"Old man...are you...are you a native of this mountain?" Brother Chongzi couldn't help but spoke!
The old man, wearing ancient costume and carrying a basket on his back, slowly raised his head, revealing a strange-looking face!
That face was like a sharpened triangle, with the corners of the eyes raised upwards, giving people a very treacherous feeling... What's more important is that even if this person closed his mouth, his fangs were exposed on both sides of his mouth!
"Yes... I am an old man from a small village at the foot of the mountain. However, over the years, I am the only one who can move around! I go around collecting herbs and give them to the villagers to treat their illnesses!"?
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