Chapter 120 What respect for the elderly and love for the young! This humble Taoist is only twenty-eight this year.
Another Taoist priest from the Maoshan School, Master Wang, and his junior brother watched in stunned silence.
They knew Zhang Qingyuan's strength well; he was considered one of the best among his peers at Longhu Mountain.
Despite being injured, he couldn't even withstand a single blow from Chen Yuepo?!
To be thrown out in such a humiliating manner, this fellow Daoist Shen's strength must be unfathomable!
The two looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.
They rushed forward, one on each side helping Zhang Qingyuan, whose face was deathly pale and filled with shame and indignation, to his feet, repeatedly urging him to stop.
"Senior Brother Zhang, please calm down! We're all on the same side, on the same side!"
"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang, Fellow Daoist Shen is also trying to find out the truth and deal with the mastermind behind it all. Let's not ruin our harmony!"
"Fellow Daoist Shen's strength is extraordinary. Since she said she would be useful, she must have her reasons! We...we should take care of the present first and rescue the others!"
"Yes, yes, Fellow Daoist Shen is our savior. Senior Brother Zhang, please calm down, calm down..."
The two Taoist priests from the Maoshan School, through a combination of persuasion and gentle pulling, managed to temporarily subdue Zhang Qingyuan.
Zhang Qingyuan's face turned pale and then red, his chest ached terribly, he was shocked, angry and afraid, but looking at Shen Yuepo's cold gaze, he finally didn't dare to say another word.
He simply snorted heavily and turned his head away, which was taken as tacit agreement.
Shen Yuepo stopped looking at them and turned her gaze to the ordinary people who were still unconscious on the ground, and then looked at the mechanism that exuded a sinister aura.
She took a deep breath. Should she find some water and splash it on these people to wake them up?
Just as she was deep in thought, she suddenly heard Zhang Qingyuan's voice, filled with gritted teeth, coming from behind her:
"What respect for the elderly and care for the young! I am only twenty-eight years old this year!"
Shen Yuepo: "..."
She slowly turned her head and looked at the Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain with the eyes of someone looking at a fool.
His Taoist robe was tattered, his hair was disheveled, and his face was tinged with a bluish-black hue from the yin energy. At this moment, he was stiffening his neck, looking just like a rooster with its feathers standing on end.
With that appearance... people would believe he was eighty-two.
At this moment, Abao peeked out from behind Lu Ningshuang, blinking his innocent big eyes:
"Sister, this Taoist priest looks so old."
Upon hearing this, Master Wang couldn't help but burst out laughing, but he forced himself to hold it in under Zhang Qingyuan's murderous gaze, only to choke and cough.
Zhang Qingyuan's eyes widened as he pointed at his sallow face: "What does a little brat know?! This is called having the bearing of a sage! If you don't act mature, how can you gain people's trust?!"
Abao shrank back, pointed her little finger at Chen Yuepo, and mumbled timidly, "But...but this older sister doesn't need to pretend to be old..."
Zhang Qingyuan: "..."
After this farce, the four people and two ghosts waited for about half an hour.
The others who were unconscious on the ground gradually woke up with groans.
Although still extremely weak and pale as paper, his eyes finally had focus and were no longer lifeless.
"Ugh... my head hurts so much..."
"Am I still alive?" Weak and bewildered voices echoed in the dilapidated temple.
"Master?! Master Shen!!"
A voice, trembling with sobs, stood out.
The shout was so loud it cracked, and it sounded particularly jarring in the silent, dilapidated temple.
Everyone else turned their heads and saw a young man with exaggeratedly blond hair crawling towards Shen Yuepo on all fours, as if he had seen a savior.
"Master, you've finally arrived! Waaaaah... I was so scared!"
The blond-haired youth grabbed Shen Yuepo's leg, his face covered in tears and snot:
"If it weren't for the protective talisman you gave us, we would definitely be gone! When that black aura rushed up, the talisman in my arms felt like a branding iron!"
He shuddered, still shaken.
The three members of their expedition team were not cultivators; they entered solely out of curiosity and a thirst for adventure.
If it weren't for Shen Yuepo's protective talisman keeping a sliver of clarity in their minds, they would have been completely corrupted by this intense Yin energy long ago, and even if they didn't die, they would have become muddle-headed idiots.
Shen Yuepo looked down at the large pendant hanging on her leg, and her lips twitched almost imperceptibly.
"let go."
The blond-haired youth hugged her even tighter:
"Master! I promise to offer you incense every day from now on. I will donate all the donations from my live stream to the Taoist temple. Please, please don't abandon me!"
Zhang Qingyuan couldn't stand it any longer and stepped forward, grabbing the blond-haired guy and saying, "Young man, what kind of behavior is this...?"
Unexpectedly, Huang Mao turned around and saw Zhang Qingyuan's ashen face, then let out a howl and lunged at Chen Yuepo again: "Master, help! There are zombies here!!"
Shen Yuepo: "..."
Zhang Qingyuan: "..."
"Shut up!"
Enraged, Zhang Qingyuan pointed at his bluish-black face and roared, "This is from being corrupted by Yin energy! Not a zombie!"
The blond-haired man trembled at the shout and shrank back towards Chen Yuepo.
He looked at Shen Yuepo expectantly and asked cautiously:
"Master, do you still have the amulet you gave me last time? I... I'd like to buy a few more! I'm willing to pay any price!"
As soon as he said this, the eyes of his two teammates who had been eavesdropping lit up, and they looked at Shen Yuepo with anticipation.
Shen Yuepo glanced at them, expressionless, her voice cold: "No."
Seeing the three men's faces fall instantly, she slowly added:
"If you want it... go to Xujing Temple after you leave and find my senior brother. His cultivation is more profound, and the talismans he draws are more effective."
Upon hearing this, Huang Mao's eyes lit up again, and he nodded repeatedly in thanks: "Thank you, Master! I'll remember! I'll go as soon as I get back! I definitely will!"
Shen Yuepo ignored them.
She turned to Lu Ningshuang and Abao, pointing to a relatively dark and cold corner deep inside the dilapidated temple: "You two wait inside, and don't cause any more trouble."
Lu Ningshuang quickly pulled her younger brother and nodded in agreement.
Shen Yuepo said to Master Zhang, Master Wang, and the Special Case Bureau members who had regained some of their strength:
"Those who can walk, help each other. Those who can't walk, carry them on your backs. Come with me, I'll take you out."
Under the intimidation of Shen Yuepo's powerful aura, the group helped each other and finally left the gloomy and terrifying dilapidated temple.
The group followed the path that Shen Yuepo had taken and headed out of Black Wind Pass.
Shen Yuepo walked at the front, holding yellow talismans in both hands, dispelling the restless yin energy and resentment along the way, clearing a path for the group to survive.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the oppressive fog finally thinned, and faint starlight and flashlight beams could be seen ahead.
It was already late at night outside.
The makeshift camp was brightly lit, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Wu Feng paced anxiously back and forth outside the cordon, like an ant on a hot pan.
Shen Yuepo has been inside Black Wind Pass for more than ten hours. Communication has been completely cut off, and the place is deathly silent.
He had almost prepared for the worst and was ready to mobilize even stronger forces at all costs, and even request special support to force a breakthrough.
Just then, a group of people appeared indistinctly at the edge of the thick fog.
Wu Feng's heart jumped into his throat.
Immediately afterwards, he saw the aloof figure walking at the very front, clearly visible even in the dim light.
"Master Shen?!"
Wu Feng could hardly believe his eyes, and his voice even changed tone.
What shocked him even more was the sight of those figures supporting each other as they walked out behind Shen Yuepo.
It was the team members he thought were in grave danger, the three missing Taoist priests, and the three missing members of the spirit-hunting team.
"Captain! It's the captain and the others!"
"Master Zhang! Master Wang! They're still alive!"
"They're out! They're all out!"
The temporary camp erupted in cheers as the remaining team members rushed forward to help the wounded.
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