"Holy crap! I've messed up! I've messed up!"
Just as Song Nanli ran out of sight, a little old man dressed in white robes leaped out of the cave entrance, muttering "Holy crap!" repeatedly...
Ruan Xianxian's gaze was fixed on Old Li's white robe, which was a front-opening, sleeveless shawl that reached his calves and had sleeves that were the same length as his body. It was embroidered with various auspicious Taoist patterns in gold and silver thread.
Just this robe alone... tsk tsk, no wonder I am a humble Taoist!
Old Li moved with incredible speed, covering ten meters, a hundred meters in the blink of an eye, before disappearing from sight.
The soldiers looked at each other, confused as to what had happened.
A moment later, Fan Caicai returned from the main tomb and pulled Ruan Xianxian aside to explain in a low voice.
"Brother Li accepted the money and wanted to hold a funeral rite befitting a princess."
"The Xuanming Division's tools were unleashed, but who knew they would lure out a black phoenix from the Dragon Vein Phoenix Tail, which can't be retrieved. He's in big trouble now."
Ruan Xianxian: ? ? ?
"What do we do now?"
Fan Caicai shook her head, "We can only wait."
Three days passed before Old Li returned, covered in dust and dirt, his Xuanming judicial robe tattered and with burn marks on the long sleeves.
Back at the camp, he collapsed to the ground, gulping down water. Ruan Xianxian and the others surrounded him with concern, quickly asking how he was.
Old Li looked shaken, wiping the water from his chin and patting his chest. "So close, so close to committing a terrible disaster."
He never expected to attract that thing. He chased it for fifty miles. If that thing hadn't gotten lost because it didn't come out often enough, his old bones would have been ruined.
His gaze fell on Ruan Xianxian, who also looked concerned. "Girl, come with me tomorrow night."
"I'll take a day off and try to finish things here by tomorrow morning."
Ruan Xianxian had a pretty good idea of where he wanted to take her, and swallowed hard. "It won't bite me, will it?"
Old Li was silent for a moment, then said, "Don't provoke it, right? I don't think so..."
This answer lacked even the confidence to give a basic compliment. Ruan Xianxian was devastated, but it would be a lie to say she wasn't curious at all.
She tossed and turned all night.
As the first rays of sunlight shone down, Ruan Xianxian, with a toothbrush in her mouth, came out to brush her teeth. Looking up, she saw a stone platform that had appeared beside the strange rocks on the mountaintop.
Old Li, dressed in a plain-colored Taoist robe, stood with his hands behind his back in the wind. The morning breeze howled, lifting the corners of his blue robe.
The stone platform was level with Old Li's shoulder.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up. Old Li slightly spread his legs, pointed his fingers like a sword, and carved words in the air.
As he moved, dust fell rapidly from the stone platform, and lines of text appeared one by one on it.
As he finished the last word, Old Li nodded to Xiao Rui, who was serving him from behind: "Nephew, apply the gold."
Xiao Rui held a pen in her right hand and a bowl of golden, liquid-like dye in her left, and began to paint gold.
When they reached the fifth character, the first golden character they were depicting gradually turned red in front of everyone's eyes.
Only after the entire text description was completed were the people below allowed to go up the mountain.
The first thing you see is the bright red color, followed by Old Li's elegant handwriting. His handwriting, like the man himself, is free and unrestrained, unconventional yet full of character.
Finally, there is the content on the stone tablet.
The opening word "fuck" is particularly eye-catching...
The concise and powerful text records the life of the invincible general, revealing his wolfish ambition to seize the country, his disloyalty as a subject, and his wicked character.
The entire text, translated from classical Chinese, is a scathing critique of the invincible general, portraying him as a villain in life and a vengeful ghost in death, utterly despicable.
The purpose of leaving this monument is to tell the spirits of the mountains and rivers not to aid and abet evildoers.
This is indeed the Taoist way of doing things, showing no respect to the living or the dead. When the world is at peace, and waves of mountain climbing enthusiasts emerge, is it really good to see such mountain names?
When she shared her idea, Xiao Rui mocked her, "First of all, Yinshan can't be turned into a scenic mountain for the public to visit. Secondly, this isn't over yet!"
Two soldiers carried a bucket of mixed cement up the mountain and, without saying a word, became bricklayers, quickly covering the carvings with cement.
Xiao Rui explained, "The mountain inscriptions carved by my master are not for the living to see. They are meant to be presented to Heaven and Earth, and to inform the mountain spirits."
Most importantly, the materials used for gilding are all products of the sun, including my martial uncle's blood, which, over time, can gradually counteract the yin energy that naturally accumulates.
Everyone nodded, understanding!
The key lies in that special pigment. As for the mountain name, it's just that Old Li couldn't stand it and wanted to cause trouble for others even after he died.
I must say, well done.
The Taoist philosophy of focusing solely on this life and disregarding the afterlife resonates perfectly with Ruan Xianxian's worldview of "taking revenge from morning till night."
After confirming that the cement had completely covered the stone tablet, the group descended the mountain. No matter how you looked at it, the stone tablet was just a stone platform that had been built on a rather high platform.
If future generations are fortunate enough to visit this place, they might even say: "The authorities are so considerate."
Such a great observation platform has been prepared.
Feng Bai greeted the group coming down the mountain, not even giving them a moment to drink water. He glanced at Ruan Xianxian, but his words were directed at Old Li.
"The higher-ups mean that it's unrealistic to rely on feudal superstition and law to re-educate the entire village; instead, they should send people to farms nearby for reform."
"What a load of rubbish, so unrealistic. It's just that they find it too troublesome and don't want to waste manpower and police resources," Ruan Xianxian said sarcastically.
Feng Bai remained noncommittal, saying, "If you're so capable, go ahead and do it yourself."
"Fine, I'll go myself." Ruan Xianxian rolled up her sleeves and charged down the rocky forest like a bull, ignoring Old Li's calls for help.
Feng Bai looked up. "Ignore her. She's either calling my grandfather or the city of Beijing to complain."
Old Li twitched his lips and smiled, "A pure heart, White Stone Village, indeed deserves punishment!"
Feng Bai was relieved. With Li Lao's words and his future aunt's meddling, the notorious villagers of Baishi Village were dealt with.
Around noon, Ruan Xianxian returned triumphantly, chin held high. If she had a tail, it would be wagging high in the air by now.
"I called Grandpa Xie, Uncle Feng, and Grandma. They said that the matter must be dealt with severely. Not only severely, but Liaoning Province will also soon eradicate the bad habits and restore peace to the people."
As for the villagers of Baishi Village, they will soon be traveling by special bus to the island where they can harvest three crops a year to farm.
Everyone's lips twitched in unison. You're ruthless!
For villagers accustomed to farm work, finding a nearby farm to work on, though the life is tough, is not much different from farming in the village.
Three harvests a year... I'm not used to it. I'm not young anymore; that's a pace that would keep me working until I die!
Feng Bai called the person aside, saying that the following conversation was not suitable for publicizing.
"The person who leaked the information to the island nation has been found. It was a county official who was responsible for reviewing the letters. He has now been arrested."
According to him, the island nation promised to give generous rewards to anyone who could share interesting stories about the villages under their jurisdiction.
That man couldn't resist the temptation and defected to the enemy.
Ruan Xianxian's eyes flashed coldly as she asked only one question: "What level of staff member are you?"
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