"You should talk less. The people at the checkpoints are not stupid. Do you know how many checkpoints there are along the way? How could they let ordinary people in?" A woman in her thirties or forties said impatiently.
"This fellow," she thought for a moment, then said, "Did you also come here under conscription?"
An Jingzhi nodded, "Yes, do you know the sloppy Taoist?"
A man who looked grumpy asked, "Do you know the old beggar?"
The sloppy Taoist was dressed in rags, but he didn't deserve to be called an old beggar, right? This person didn't seem to be deliberately belittling the sloppy Taoist. Could it be that they knew him?
As if she had seen through An Jingzhi's thoughts, the woman next to him said, "We all know the sloppy Taoist priest. We're all in the same circle."
She looked a little serious. "Originally, I had no intention of coming. The sloppy Taoist priest was killed. If we don't come, I'm afraid this thousand-year-old ghost king will bring disaster to the entire province."
The sloppy Taoist priest has been out of contact for two days, plus this night, that makes two and a half days. Thinking of this, An Jingzhi became a little anxious.
"I recognize this bus. It turns out to be your magical weapon?"
There was a person in the crowd who had been asked by the sloppy Taoist to help check the situation of the bus, and he recognized the bus immediately.
This bus was ordinary, even a little shabby, but the sloppy Taoist priest invited so many people to see it with great fanfare. The Taoist priest carrying a peach wood sword was deeply impressed.
"Yes, it's an emergency," he said. "Would you like to take my bus?"
Taomu Sword Taoist immediately explained: "This bus is also a magical instrument. Even the sloppy Taoist and I can't tell what it is called. Since this Taoist invited us, let's get on first."
It can be seen that Taomu Kendo is very famous. After his explanation, others had basically no objection.
An Jingzhi drove the bus, getting closer and closer to the mass grave.
The expressions of the other people in the car became more and more serious.
"The closer we get to the mass grave, the heavier the yin energy becomes. This Millennium Ghost King is said to be formed from the souls of those who died unjustly on ancient battlefields. He is more brutal and powerful than ordinary Ghost Kings."
"This mass grave had originally been developed into a scenic spot, but who knew a flash flood would expose the mass grave. Most of the people in the scenic area have been rescued, but there are still a thousand people trapped inside."
"If it weren't for this, the old beggar and his men wouldn't have rashly entered."
"I don't know what happened to them."
An Jingzhi sat in the front and listened to the general idea.
It seems that this Thousand-Year Ghost King is not easy to deal with. According to these Taoists, this Thousand-Year Ghost King and the Scarlet Cloud Ghost King are not on the same level at all.
The road ahead is becoming more and more difficult to drive. The ups and downs, gravel and mud are all testing the drivers.
The bus, which had been running all night, made even more strange noises and creaked, as if it was about to fall apart.
"We're here." The car became quiet as they got closer to the mass grave, and Taomu Swordsman said.
The bus stopped and they actually got off the bus. On the way, they also listened to the leader Jian Daoren introduce the situation of the bus.
But in the end, it is still not as solid as having your feet on the ground.
After rolling down the window, An Jingzhi looked up. The whole sky was overcast, with gusts of cold wind. It was like two completely different worlds compared to the scorching sun outside just now.
The Taomu Sword Daoist took out a wooden plaque that was glowing with light. A trace of relief flashed across his face. "It seems that fellow Daoist Sloppy is not destined to die."
The hot-tempered Taoist priest immediately walked over and asked, "You mean the old beggar is still alive? I said the evil has lasted for a thousand years, and the old beggar is indeed not dead."
"Should we go rescue people first, or should we meet up with fellow Daoist Sloppy?"
"We don't know the situation here either. In my opinion, we should first find fellow Daoist Sloppy and ask him about the situation, so as to avoid getting ourselves involved." A cautious person suggested.
When everyone heard this, they thought it made sense. Relying on Taomu Kendo's tracker, several people followed him, with An Jingzhi's bus driving at the back.
The sloppy Taoist priests have been deep in the maze of mass graves for many days. Although their Taoism is profound, they have not transcended the realm of mortals. The food they brought with them has been almost eaten up in the past few days and they can only chew on leaves.
Now there are not even leaves to eat. The sloppy Taoist and the mountain-water Taoist are in a mess, with messy hair and faces covered with mud.
Taoist Priest Zhang walked by not far away and approached the place cautiously. "I went outside to check around. We should be safe here for the time being. I think we should rest here for a day and find a way to go out and find some fellow Taoists to come over."
"This thousand-year-old ghost king is too powerful, and this is his home turf. If we want to rescue him, we can't do it by ourselves."
"Oh, it's all my fault for being too reckless," Taoist Sanshui sighed. "Daoist Fellow Fuyun, Daoist Fellow Shiquan are all gone. My life was saved by my senior brother."
"Who are you showing off to by being so petty?" The sloppy Taoist said calmly, "They saw the Grand Master before us, we should be happy."
"Even though that's the case, I still feel fucking bad." Taoist Sanshui cursed.
"Shh!" The sloppy Taoist concentrated and whispered.
Taoist Sanshui closed his mouth, and Taoist Zhang quickly squatted down and looked into the distance.
On the other side, several people followed the compass and found the foot of a mountain. All the mud and rocks on the mountain had slid down, forming a small slope at the foot of the mountain.
"It should be around here." Taomu Sword Daoist put away the compass, "We can only find it here, the rest is up to us to find it."
An Jingzhi leaned out of the bus and said, "How about I honk the horn, and if the sloppy Taoist priest and the others hear it, they will come over here."
"No, the old ghost king in the mass grave will also hear it."
"Why should we be afraid of him? Even if we can't defeat him, can't we escape with all of us?" The hot-tempered Taoist said, "Besides, it's noon now, when Yang energy is at its peak. Even if he uses Yin energy to block out some of the sun, his strength will definitely be affected. With so many of us here, he won't dare come out at noon."
Everyone thought it made sense, and An Jingzhi pressed the horn without hesitation.
“Beep—beep—beep—”
The three honks of the horn made the people next to him subconsciously move away from the bus.
"Stop pressing it, stop pressing it, your ears are going to go deaf!" The powerful voice of Sanshui Taoist sounded from the front.
Taomu Sword Taoist and his men looked over and saw the three people in a disheveled state, then they quickly stepped forward.
"Sloppy fellow."
"Fellow Daoist Shanshui."
"Friend Zhang, are you okay?"
The grumpy Taoist stepped forward and said, "You old beggar, you are still alive."
The sloppy Taoist lost his composure in front of his two junior brothers and grabbed the backpack of the grumpy Taoist. "Give me something to eat quickly. I'm starving."
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