This box of gold bars must have weighed at least 10 kilograms. Gutiezhu couldn't even read, so Zhou Yuanyuan couldn't guess what business he was in to make so much money. Even if Gutiezhu and Huang Lao Da stole all the trees from several hills of Daqing Mountain and sold them, they couldn't possibly make so much money!
"There's something fishy about this ancient iron pillar." Wen Ziqing frowned. He and Zhou Yuanyuan had different perspectives. Regardless of the value of the gold bars, Wen Ziqing concluded that Gu Tiezhu's possessions were illicit, simply because of Gu Tiezhu's furtive act of burying them on Daqing Mountain.
"Yuanyuan, after I return to the village, I will go to Uncle Youtian to call the Public Security Bureau to ask if anything major has happened recently." As a soldier, Wen Ziqing must report any abnormal situation.
After hunting enough prey, Zhou Yuanyuan and Wen Ziqing hurried to the village to make a phone call. They did not stay in Daqing Mountain. They walked down the mountain hand in hand.
Ning'an City, Eastern Province.
In the back room, the door was pushed open, and a young monk about fifteen or sixteen years old walked in carrying a basin of steaming water.
There were several large cushions in the side room. On the cushion in the middle, sat a young man in a black Taoist robe, practicing Qigong with his eyes closed.
"Master, please wash up." The young monk called respectfully after putting the hot water on the shelf.
"Hmm." The man in black opened his eyes and responded. If Zhou Yuanyuan or Wen Ziqing were here, they would undoubtedly recognize this Taoist priest in black as Liu Jingyun, an inner disciple of the Yushan Sect. This was also the Liu Jingyun who had used the invisibility ring to transform into Wang Xuyang and abducted Wen Ziqing. Liu Jingyun also had another identity: the brother of Liu Jingyu, the current head of the Yushan Sect.
After Liu Jingyun finished washing, the little monk took the dirty water to the backyard.
"Hui Neng, Huineng, come here." In the backyard, a fat monk saw the young novice monk and called out. The fat monk was the reception monk of Ning'an Temple, and his Buddhist name was Huiwu.
"Brother Huiwu, what's the matter?" After pouring out the dirty water in the basin, the young monk came to Huiwu trotting with the empty basin in his hand.
"Hui Neng, who is that person in the back? Why does the abbot want us to serve him well?" Hui Wu pouted towards the back room and asked softly.
It was no wonder Huiwu was curious. The abbot of Ning'an Temple, Master Hongxin, had gathered all twelve monks in the courtyard before the main hall the previous night and solemnly instructed them that the distinguished guest should stay in the back wing, a forbidden area for the duration of their stay. With the exception of Huineng, who was to serve the guest, no other monks were allowed to enter the back wing.
Master Hongxin is over sixty years old this year and is the one who has the final say in Ning'an Temple.
Ning'an Temple had been a bustling tourist destination for the past two years, and Huiwu had seen many visitors. Even when a high-ranking provincial official visited last autumn, Master Hongxin showed no sign of emotion. This was the first time Huiwu had seen him speak so harshly as he did last night.
Huiwu was very curious about the person who was valued by Master Hongxin.
"I don't know." Huineng, the young novice monk, shook his head, not daring to gossip. Of the dozen or so monks at Ning'an Temple, Huineng was the youngest. In reality, Master Hongxin was Huineng's great-uncle. Huineng came to Ning'an Temple to become a monk, not because of his religious beliefs, but because his family had many brothers and was extremely poor. Hongxin had asked Huineng to serve as a monk for a few years, then give him money to marry back home.
Huineng was also very curious about the mysterious black-robed Taoist priest. After the meeting last night, Huineng simply muttered to Master Hongxin, wondering why the Taoist priest didn't live in the Taoist temple, but instead went to live in the Buddhist temple?
Master Hongxin turned pale with fear and gave Huineng a good lecture by pulling his ear. This guest was no ordinary person; he could stay wherever he pleased. Whether it was a Buddhist temple or a Taoist temple was none of Huineng's business.
Master Hongxin told Huineng not to be too curious, and said that curious people die soon, and gave a lot of instructions. Finally, Master Hongxin specifically told Huineng that no matter who asked about the guest in the back room, he must not say anything, not even about his appearance or his clothes, otherwise he would bring about a fatal disaster and he would not be able to save him.
Huineng was only fifteen years old this year, and seeing his uncle, who had always loved him, get angry, Huineng was frightened. As expected, Huiwu had just asked about the back room, and Huineng would definitely play dumb.
"Hey, you just came out from inside and you still say you don't know? You don't take me, your senior brother, seriously!" Even though Huiwu said this, Huineng did not give in.
Huiwu snorted and walked away angrily. The temple was packed with pilgrims these days, and trying to get Huineng to talk would be pointless. He might as well just "take" some money out of the pilgrims' pockets and make the abbot happy.
The incense offerings at Ning'an Temple grew stronger year by year. Huiwu, the monk in charge of receiving guests, was delighted to see the donation box overflowing with bills of all denominations each day. The abbot had said that if the temple's income was high, everyone would receive a bonus at the end of the year. Although Huiwu had entered the Buddhist monastery, he still had his mother back home! Giving her a little money was a sign of his kindness, wasn't it?
In the back room, Liu Jingyun withdrew his consciousness from monitoring Huineng and felt a little tired. Liu Jingyun had only just reached the ninth level of Qi training and was not yet able to freely project his consciousness. Every time he used it, Liu Jingyun would feel tired and would need to meditate for several hours to recover.
Moreover, Liu Jingyun was seriously injured this time. After meditating outside for four or five days, his injuries had only healed 50%. Liu Jingyun came to Ning'an Temple after he was able to move. He didn't dare show Hongxin that he was injured. No one could trust him now.
Liu Jingyun was helpless as he ran all the way from a young disciple of Yushan Sect to the direction of the "big devil". He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to be killed by his own brother.
His younger brother, Liu Jingyu, was so powerful in the secret realm that he had no choice but to venture into the secular world to develop his own power. His cultivation was too low, and even though he possessed a treasure as amazing as the "Immortal Mansion," he could only utilize one hundred thousandth of its resources.
Fortunately, Liu Jingyu was smart. He not only won over some mortals in the secular world to work for him, but also won over the alliance of loose cultivators. Otherwise, how could he fight on equal terms with such a large immortal cultivation sect as the Yushan Sect?
Liu Jingyun was born into a small family of cultivators, his family having been vassals of the Yushan Sect for generations. Accepted as an inner disciple by the Yushan Sect, Liu Jingyun was filled with hope for his own path to immortality. Although his status as an inner disciple was due to his younger brother's excellence, this did not diminish Liu Jingyun's pride. It was a good thing that his younger brother, Liu Jingyu, was better than him.
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