Chapter 44 Judge Five Asks Them to Come Down the Mountain
The small path behind Changfeng Temple is rarely visited by people.
Fang Ya led several Taoist temple disciples to push carts to clear the path that was flooded by the mudslide.
The sun was shining brightly at noon. The disciples rolled up their sleeves to their elbows and tied them tightly with arm loops. When they swung the shovels, sweat slid down their strong and tight forearm muscles and soon soaked the hems of their clothes.
Fang Ya wiped the sweat off his face and said, "It's getting hot. I'll go get a pot of water."
As he said this, he stuck the shovel diagonally into the ground and stood on the pit. Just as he was about to turn around, he bumped into an old man who came out from nowhere.
The old man was wearing a brown vest and a tourist group's Little Red Riding Hood hat, and behind him was a tall and strong man with a hood and sunglasses.
"Young Taoist Priest, I'm sorry," the old man said with a blushing expression. "My grandson and I have taken the wrong road. Can we get to the Sanqing Temple from here?"
The back mountain is an undeveloped area, and is usually visited by disciples from the temple.
This path goes through the outer bamboo forest and leads directly to the entrance of Citang. Occasionally, some tourists who want to evade the entrance fee will try to take advantage of the loophole, but they will be discovered by the abbot and asked to leave.
The old man hurriedly pulled out his phone and said, "My grandson bought a ticket. He's old and his legs aren't very good. He finally managed to get out, and look what happened."
It would take at least an hour to get back to the normal tourist entrance and exit from this small path, not to mention the deadly staircase that soars into the sky.
Fang Ya frowned: "I have to go back anyway, you follow me."
"Hey, hey! Thank you, I met a good person." The old man smiled happily and kept praising Fang Ya to death.
Fang Ya glanced at the tall, fully armed man and saw that he was not only wearing a hood and sunglasses, but also a mask, which seemed out of place in this increasingly hot day.
The old man saw the other party's confusion and explained, "My grandson has skin allergies and can't stay in the sun. Please excuse my embarrassment."
Fang Ya waved his hand and said nothing.
He lifted his skirt and walked along the path, the old man followed slowly, and the old man's grandson walked at the end, staggering.
Suddenly, Fang Ya asked, "Old man, aren't you tired after walking for so long?"
"I am a little tired, but you have to sweat more when you go out. Otherwise, how can you say you have been to Lubo Mountain?" The old man continued with a smile.
Fang Ya turned around and said, "If we had taken the right path, it wouldn't have been so hard."
The old man looked up at him, smiled and shook his head for a long time: "There are always beautiful views when you take the wrong road, and as long as you can reach the end, that's all."
Fang Ya turned around and put the shovel on his shoulder: "That's probably uncertain."
The old man stood there with his hands behind his back, only slightly raised his loose eyelids and smiled: "This is troublesome..."
As he spoke, the hooded man suddenly jumped up and pounced towards Fang Ya. Fang Ya dodged sideways and swung the shovel to hit him back, but found that the other party seemed to have no sense of pain and continued his fierce attack.
Fang Ya was surprised: "Your grandson is quite something."
He gave up the fight, stepped back a few steps and looked at the grandfather and grandson.
"Young Taoist priest, how did you find out?" The old man's back was no longer hunched, his voice no longer trembled, his face was flushed and he looked full of energy, his previous listless look was gone.
Fang Ya snorted coldly, "The deep grooves on his thumb and index finger show that he's done a lot of needlework. Your grandson is dressed like this in such hot weather and doesn't go through the front gate. Is he afraid of the forbidden area at the mountain gate hall?"
The old man was a little surprised. He raised his right hand and took a closer look. "Is it really that obvious?"
After saying that, he waved his hand nonchalantly: "If that's the case, then go ahead and fight with all your courage."
Veins appeared on the back of the hooded man's hands, two handfuls of ghostly flames burned behind his sunglasses, and a threatening hoarse sound came from his throat.
Fang Ya frowned: "Zhu Meng has done nothing wrong to your Ruan family, so why bother to join in the fun?"
The old man smiled sinisterly: "The Ruan family? Bah! My Hu family has been lamplighters for hundreds of years. Who does this Ruan family count as?"
When he got to the point of being indignant, his expression became grim: "Even a needlework thief is so bad that he can't even imitate her. He's just copying a tiger but not a dog, or imitating a beautiful woman."
Fang Ya was too lazy to listen to his complaints. He just took a stance, stepped quickly, and used a strange and fierce move to fight the evil corpse.
But gradually, he felt something was wrong - the evil corpses driven by ordinary corpse craftsmen all had strong limbs and simple minds, and they won by quantity.
But this hooded man was different. Although he had no sense of pain, he was smart and calculating. He sought advantages and avoided disadvantages, and fought in an organized manner.
Fang Ya was shocked and his scalp felt numb: "Could it be that he is not dead?"
"Hahahaha!" The old man laughed loudly: "You really have some good sense."
"Impossible," Fang Ya was stunned: "How can a living person..."
How can a living person not feel pain?
The old man sneered: "I have said before that the Ruan family is not good at stealing."
His eyes were sinister: "My Hu family's needlework has been able to be used on living people since ancient times."
Fang Ya's emotions were in turmoil, and then he was filled with anger: "You...you use such cruel means to treat a living person..."
The old man suddenly interrupted him: "I didn't lie to you about his identity."
"You can even kill your own grandson?!" Fang Ya was even more shocked.
The hooded man chuckled, making a creepy sound: "I...voluntarily..."
As he spoke, he turned his palm into a claw, violently chopped off a tree, and pushed the heavy branch towards Fang Ya.
“Stop right there!!”
Fang Ya was caught off guard and trapped by the tangled branches. The old man and the child looked at each other, and without stopping, they rushed towards the path leading to the bamboo forest.
"Faster, faster..."
As he ran, the old man couldn't hide his excitement and whispered, "Wait until we get that treasure..."
The green waves of bamboo forest surged, and the scenery quickly moved backwards.
Not far ahead, a deep, calm, emerald green pool lay at the foot of the bamboo pavilion. A tall and clumsy wooden puppet was pushing a man in white slowly forward. Both were completely unaware of the pursuit behind them.
"Hahahaha!" The old man held back his laughter, raised his hand, and a red line emerged from his sleeves and nailed towards the wooden puppet Yusheng.
At the same time, the hooded man leaped up and was about to strangle the man in white's neck with one claw.
"Are you looking for me?"
Suddenly, a clear and calm voice sounded behind me.
The hooded man slashed the air with his claws and turned around in surprise. The young man in white was sitting leisurely in a wheelchair, with his head tilted and his chin supported, looking at him with some confusion.
Realizing that he was being fooled, the hooded man roared in anger. Seeing this, the old man immediately stepped forward to stop him, but was pushed aside by his furious grandson.
Bai He also waved his hand slightly: "Please ask them to go down the mountain."
In an instant, two bony fish jumped out of the mud, and the demon's powerful voice spread from the empty bone spurs.
"Yes, command."
The old man gritted his teeth and took a few steps back. After some agonizing consideration, he let his grandson hold off first while he sneaked to the bamboo studio.
Nearly a hundred years ago, the Alien Management Bureau came into being and brought the Bai family to the forefront.
Although some prominent families had complaints about him, since the Zhu Alliance was established, no one openly challenged Director Bai.
But for a long time, the Alien Management Bureau has controlled half of the information and resources of the Zhu Alliance, and even some lost heirlooms are collected and guarded by them.
The abbot of Changfeng Temple suffered from a leg disease since childhood and never left the house, confined to a small bamboo studio.
But Zhu Meng knew very well that Bai He was guarding the bamboo studio to look after those tricky treasures for Bai Jingze!
Even the "Taiyin Immortal Law" is included.
This book contains the path to becoming an immortal, and was originally written by Laojun himself. It once caused unrest in the martial arts world. It was unknown when it fell into the hands of the Alien Management Bureau. At that time, the country was in turmoil, and the book was left unresolved.
But there are still people hiding in the dark, ready to make a move.
The old man whistled and rushed into the bamboo room. Just as his eyes fell on the lacquer coffin behind the screen, he noticed other movements in the room.
He turned around in horror and came face to face with a man hanging upside down from the beam.
"You!" Before he could react, the other party covered his mouth and made a shushing gesture.
The woman had short black hair, her bangs covering most of her left eye, and her right temple was sloppily pinned up with a clip. She looked dejected, yet very dangerous.
The old man was horrified: "You are..."
Before she finished speaking, the woman blinked, grabbed the old man by the collar, and threw him out of the bamboo house.
At this moment, the hooded man was riding on a bone fish and was about to win, but he was hit by an old man who flew out sideways. The old man and the young man both flew out of the bamboo forest and rolled down the cliff.
When they reached the bottom, Fang Ya and his disciples were looking down at them expressionlessly, ready to fight.
"I told you not to go," Fang Ya sighed and instructed a disciple to push the cart over: "We need to push two more."
In the pit that had been cleared earlier, people were lying all over the ground.
They were all thrown down by the master of the temple.
Fang Ya stretched his arms and lifted the two unconscious people onto the cart.
"Big Brother, are you still throwing it into the forest?"
"Well, there are a lot of snakes and insects there. They will be busy when I wake up, so they won't come to cause trouble again."
Fang Ya stared at the old man for a while and muttered, "The master was really ruthless today."
He raised his head and tried to look towards Zhuzhai from here, with a puzzled expression: "Are you in a bad mood?"
On the other side, next to the bamboo house.
Bai He also asked patiently: "How long are you going to hide in my room?"
Long Zhu came out reluctantly with his hands in his pockets: "I came to look for you, but you weren't here."
Bai He also looked at her and said calmly: "Have you finished eating Xiang again?"
Long Zhu shook his head: "Not yet."
She took a few steps closer, her eyes fixed on the other person's legs, the meaning of which was obvious.
Bai He's expression froze as he lifted his skirt to cover his ankles: "Yusheng."
The wooden puppet pushed the wheelchair back.
Long Zhu followed closely and blocked the other person's way. Bai He also frowned slightly, and a hint of anger appeared in his eyes that always seemed calm.
At that moment, something in the air was changing.
Veins ran from his collarbone to his neck, the whites of his eyes were stained with ink, and his pupils were faintly red.
—But only for a moment.
In a flash, everything returned to normal.
"That's it," Long Zhu bent down in surprise. "Is the restriction on your leg caused by it?"
Bai He was also slightly surprised: "Why are you..."
Seeing Long Zhu reaching out, he cautiously took a few steps back, holding the wheel: "Don't touch!"
He raised his eyes with a complicated expression and said in a deep voice: "Since you know it is a restriction, you should understand the consequences of touching it."
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