Chapter 26 Fun
"I think... we may have some misunderstanding."
On the Damao Peak, Lin Qingsheng looked at the burly Taoist priest in front of him and began to explain.
He really didn't want to have any misunderstandings with the Taoist priest in front of him. All this was clearly the plan of that strange puppet man, although he didn't know why the puppet man did this.
"Misunderstanding? There is no misunderstanding."
On Damao Peak, the burly Taoist priest patted the mahogany coffin and said in a cold voice: "How can it be a misunderstanding for someone who can catch a ghost, knows that I am from the Shangqing Sect, and sent me here in a mahogany coffin?"
The nearly five-meter-tall mahogany coffin was slapped by the Taoist priest with a "bang bang" sound, causing a layer of dust to rise from the ground.
The whole earth seemed to be shaking.
"Why, you dare to send the coffin up the mountain, but you dare not admit it?"
The burly Taoist priest looked at everyone coldly.
Lin Qingsheng understood a little bit. The Shangqing Sect seemed to have its own rules. Bringing a mahogany coffin containing a ghost to worship the mountain was equivalent to kicking the gate of the mountain.
There are not many people who can catch ghosts nowadays, let alone put the ghosts in mahogany coffins and bring them to Damao Peak.
The probability is too small.
No wonder the middle-aged Taoist priest in front of him didn't believe that this was a misunderstanding.
The knife was stabbed into my neck, and you tell me it was a misunderstanding?
I guess this is what the burly Taoist priest is thinking.
"It's not about admitting it or not, this is really a misunderstanding."
What could Lin Qingsheng do? He just said it was just a misunderstanding.
But the Taoist priest didn't acknowledge him at all, and said coldly:
"No need to discuss misunderstandings. Since you have come here to see the ghost in the mahogany coffin, then follow the rules. I sit at the mountain gate and guard the gate of Maoshan. If you defeat me, you can enter the sixth heaven and see my Maoshan disciples. You will officially have the qualifications to kick the mountain gate."
Having said this, the burly Taoist priest raised his voice, looked at Lin Qingsheng and the others coldly and said:
"If you lose, I will send you down the mountain."
Just by listening to the tone of the burly Taoist priest's words about going down the mountain, I knew that this must not be a simple matter.
"this……"
Lin Qingsheng wanted to explain.
But the burly Taoist didn't give him any chance at all. He leaped back and opened up a distance of more than 20 feet in an instant. The bounce was not like that of a human, but rather like that of a flying bird.
The whole movement was smooth and flowing, like an eagle swooping down.
After landing, the burly Taoist priest said with a serious look:
"Remember, my name is Zhuo Qiu."
The serious expression seemed to be a precursor to an impending action.
That look can't help but remind people of the mighty dragon "Fahai" in the movie Green Snake.
But this doesn't make people laugh at all.
When Fahai really stands in front of you and shouts, "Dawei Tianlong, let's solo together," you won't laugh either.
This can really kill people.
As the burly Taoist priest finished speaking, the Taoist who called himself Zhuo Qiu swept his sleeves and covered everyone inside.
The fallen leaves of grass and trees all over the mountain were blown up by the strong wind.
Every fallen leaf and every dry grass seemed to turn into a sharp weapon at this moment.
It rises from the ground and then turns into a sharp blade.
It rolled towards Lin Qingsheng and others.
This was the first time that Lin Qingsheng and others faced extraordinary humans other than ghosts. Although they had made such plans a long time ago, this time it was still beyond their expectations.
The blade is as sharp as a knife.
It seemed like just an autumn breeze passing by.
Of course, it would have been better if Lin Qingsheng was not kneeling on the ground.
Lin Qingsheng wanted to curse people now. It would be fine if they were all ghosts before, but why do people nowadays like to use violence to solve problems?
"You dare to come and kick the mountain gate?"
Zhuo Qiu frowned, as if he thought the person coming was too weak.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Then there were three consecutive gunshots, and someone fired in panic.
Under the spray of sparks, Lin Qingsheng felt that the Taoist priest in front of him seemed to have turned into a series of phantoms.
After the gunshots, the Taoist priest still stood there.
"Is this all you can rely on?"
Zhuo Qiu kneaded the bullet in his hand, and the iron object kept changing shape in his hand.
This deadly weapon seemed completely vulnerable in front of him.
Looking at the iron mud in his hand, Zhuo Qiu frowned deeply, and after a long while he slowly spoke:
"Mortal? It seems... this may indeed be a misunderstanding. You shouldn't have come to Damao Peak, and I shouldn't have seen you. As for who bewitched you, my Maoshan lineage will find out in the future."
Having said this, Zhuo Qiu glanced at Lin Qingsheng and the others and said:
"As for you, treat this as a dream and get off the mountain!"
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew between heaven and earth again.
The words “Let’s go down the mountain” seemed to be compatible with the sound of the wind between heaven and earth.
Lin Qingsheng and others suddenly felt like they were bathing in a gentle breeze. The breeze was as gentle as water, ruffling everyone's cheeks, making people feel a little comfortable.
Like floating in warm spring water.
A light mist rose up, enveloping Lin Qingsheng and the others as they walked down the mountain.
Zhuo Qiu frowned as he watched the mist go away. "The spiritual energy has not yet truly started to revive, and Maoshan has not yet completely descended. Who is testing Maoshan at this time?"
………
A thin mist slowly streamed through the gaps in the woods, and the rising sun made the branches of the big trees golden.
From the fog, sporadic human figures walked out.
After the fog dissipated, the figures seemed to have just woken up from a dream.
“We…are going down the mountain?”
Looking at Damao Peak in the distance, Lin Qingsheng felt somewhat doubtful.
They were clearly on the mountain just now, so how come that person just said "Let's go down the mountain" and they appeared at the foot of the mountain?
Teleport?
Or in a way that they couldn't understand?
"Why did you come down suddenly?"
Mao Hongwei leaned on the coffin, his body covered in blood. Those were the scratches he had just received from the leaves and grass on Damao Peak. However, the injuries were not serious, just superficial ones.
The burly Taoist priest seemed to be holding back.
Lin Qingsheng stood up and looked around. The big red coffin was placed quietly in the center of the crowd. All those who went up the mountain had appeared at the foot of the mountain, but no one knew how they got down the mountain.
"That puppet man definitely tricked us. What exactly did he want to do? Did he want us to come into conflict with the Maoshan Sect?"
Lin Qingsheng couldn't figure it out.
At this time, Mao Hongwei expressed his own views:
"I've watched the video of your conversation. I feel like he has no purpose. He just does it for fun."
Lin Qingsheng looked up suddenly, and suddenly remembered what the puppet had said:
"You are too insignificant to understand my thoughts. Even people who know everything need interesting things to kill time."
Is all this really just to kill time?
When all impossibilities have been eliminated, then no matter how improbable the last possibility may be, it is still the truth.
Are Muppets really just for killing time?
Lin Qingsheng took a deep breath and said:
"Maybe we should go back and talk to that puppet man."
Mao Hongwei was stunned and said, "Didn't you say that we should fulfill our agreement?"
"We have already fulfilled our promise. He only said to send the ghost to the Maoshan Sect. Didn't we already send it? Now that we have sent it, whether he accepts it or not is up to the Maoshan Sect."
Lin Qingsheng pushed open the coffin as he spoke.
The moment the coffin was opened, Lin Qingsheng's pupils suddenly shrank.
The coffin was empty, the evil ghost had disappeared, and only a rusty spear lay inside.
Was the ghost taken away by the Taoist priest who called himself Zhuo Qiu?
"It seems that we don't need to quibble this time. The reward has been paid. Now we should go back to Yucheng to see the puppet man."
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