Chapter 65 The Belief in Ghosts and Gods 18
The train station was bustling with people. These days, most people still take the train because plane tickets are too expensive.
Zhao Yunnan and his junior apprentice took the train to meet up with Master Yao at the train station. Yao Weiwei and the others arrived first, and when they got off the train, they found that Zheng Laoqi and the others were already waiting for them.
When Zheng Laoqi saw Yao Weiwei and her father get off the train, he quickly went up to them and said with a smile, "You two must be tired from your journey. Why don't we go outside and find a restaurant to sit down and rest and have something to eat?"
Looking somewhat tired, Yao's father said, "Let's go with the Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain."
Yao Weiwei nodded in agreement. They had already arranged to meet Lin Qinghuang and the others at the train station. They arrived around the same time and were heading out now because they needed to find someone there later.
Zheng Laoqi said, "There are also people to meet you at the Longhu Mountain Taoist's place. You two can rest assured that we will make proper arrangements for you. Come on, you two should go and rest first."
Now Yao's father was relieved and followed Zheng Laoqi to a restaurant outside. The two of them did not order any food, but only ordered a pot of tea, saying that they would order food together when Lin Qinghuang and the others arrived.
Lin Qinghuang and the others arrived quickly; when Zhang Biao led the two of them in, Yao's father and the others had only been sitting for half an hour.
The six of them ordered a few dishes and finished eating before following Zhang Biao and Zheng Laoqi to see Luo Shu.
Luo Shu was at the Zhang family's house at the moment. Several Xuanshu masters from the vicinity of Shenzhen City arrived at the Zhang family's house quickly after receiving the message from Longhu Mountain. Zhang Song naturally arranged for them to stay, and taking advantage of this opportunity, he brought Luo Shu to his home, saying that this would facilitate communication.
Zheng Laoqi: I think you're the ones with wolfish ambitions!
The group reunited in the conference room. Luo Shu sat in the main seat, with two beads of blood floating on her jade-white fingertips.
The blood droplets were dark red, enveloped by yin energy, and seemed to be trying to break free, colliding and crashing in all directions.
Sect Leader Yao and Zhao Yunnan's expressions changed slightly as they looked at the blood bead. It had an evil aura on it. They also looked at the incense sticks and two wooden plaques on the table, which were covered with a heavy evil aura. This must have been the work of an evil cultivator.
Luo Shuliang spoke in a cold voice: "The reason I have summoned you here is because of this evil cultivator. I intend to bring him to justice to appease the spirits of the fallen heroes."
Sect Leader Yao and Zhao Yunnan were actually quite puzzled. Given Luo Shu's strength, there was absolutely no need for them to get involved. Could it be that the evil cultivator they encountered this time was so powerful that even Luo Shu was no match for them? Wouldn't their presence be a waste?
They left this question unanswered; since they were already there, they naturally wanted to do their part.
Then Zhang Song came in with the information he had found, and at Luo Shu's instruction, he distributed the information to the Taoist priests.
If something has ever existed, it will inevitably leave a trace.
Last time, Zheng Laoqi bought fake goods from that evil cultivator. That cultivator's forgery skills were superb, so all the antique dealers were naturally on edge. Some of them encountered the same thing and told Zhang Song. Zhang Song had people follow the clues to investigate, and they actually found some leads.
The person selling counterfeit goods must have learned some shady methods. He always gives a different name each time he appears, but there's one thing in common about the places he chooses to appear: they're always backed by a small mountain. The mountain is small and doesn't have a name, but this person always appears around that mountain, so it's estimated that his main base is on that mountain.
Luo Shu and her group were about to explore this mountain.
The group drove three cars to the foot of the mountain.
There were no fields at the foot of the mountain, and it was very desolate. There were few people along the way, and the weather was gloomy today, as if it was going to rain, making the road ahead seem even more unpredictable.
The car stopped at the foot of the mountain. The loess slopes were steep and the rocks were jagged, so the car couldn't go up and we had to rely on manpower.
Zheng Laoqi, Zhang Song, and Zhang Biao trembled. How had these two ordinary mortals gotten involved? Originally, they wanted to stay at the foot of the mountain and just be drivers, but Luo Shu asked them to come up with her, so they didn't dare to refuse and followed her up like quails with their heads tucked in.
It must be said that those who cultivate Taoism have really good physical fitness. While Zhang Biao and his two companions were panting heavily on the difficult mountain path, the other Taoist priests still had energy to spare.
Yao Weiwei's face was grim. After hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke up: "Dad, Uncle Zhao, something's not right here. It seems like we're getting further and further away from the center of this mountain."
Upon hearing Yao Weiwei's words, the group was startled. It was indeed true; they seemed to have crossed the mountaintop and reached the other side.
It has to be said that Yao Weiwei is a woman of destiny; her intuition is much sharper than that of ordinary people.
Luo Shu lay on the dark cloud, watching a couple walk from one side of the mountain to the other, and mischievously kept quiet to warn them.
She's not their nanny, why should she remind them of everything? Besides, even if she didn't say anything, didn't Yao Weiwei already notice?
Zhao Yunnan found a rock to sit on, took a sip of water, and said, "That's right, we've come to the other side of the mountain. There must be some special magnetic field around here that's affecting the compass."
After saying that, he showed his compass, and the pointer had indeed remained unchanged, so it had been affected.
Yao Weiwei pursed her lips. She had the ability to see ghosts and was unaffected by these things. She wanted to offer to lead the way, but she was afraid that the others would disagree, since she was the youngest among them.
After what happened last time, she has finally matured. If it were the old Yao Weiwei, she would have loudly and confidently offered to lead the way, instead of looking so conflicted now.
Then she heard a clear male voice say, "Then Weiwei, you can lead the way for me. You have the ability to see ghosts and are not affected by anything, so you are the most suitable."
It was Lin Qinghuang. Yao Weiwei felt a mix of emotions, a bittersweet feeling. The stirrings of youth had fermented into today's affections. How many joys and sorrows along the way had it all to brew this deep affection?
Zhao Yunnan also said, "That's right, niece Yao, you lead the way."
After he said that, no one else objected. Yao's father patted Yao Weiwei and told her to go forward.
Yao Weiwei nodded, walked to the front of the group, and led everyone back.
The group walked for another half hour. The vegetation in the mountains became increasingly scarce. For some reason, the surrounding temperature seemed to be rising. The birdsong and insect chirps had mostly disappeared. This place was as silent as a dead land.
Surrounded by several Taoist priests, Zheng Laoqi and his two companions grew increasingly uneasy. Zheng Laoqi pinched his palm to calm himself down, telling himself that his ancestor was with him and didn't trust him, so why shouldn't he trust her?
Then, as far as the eye could see, there was a thatched hut, and next to the hut was a kiln, which was probably used for firing porcelain.
A thin young man was taking a basket of porcelain out of the kiln. The bright colors and perfect shapes were the same Ming-style glazed bottle that Zheng Laoqi had bought. Judging from the technique, it was made by the man in front of him.
The man didn't panic when he saw them. He carefully placed the porcelain away before turning around to look at them.
The person in front of me was strange. His hair was gray, but his face was very young. His skin was pale, and his expression was vain. He had a pale and weak look, like someone who had just recovered from a serious illness.
The thatched hut was half-hidden, and several coughs could be heard from inside. The voices were very old, so the person inside must be quite old.
The man said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't expect you to come knocking on our door so quickly. How could you have overlooked us? Are you looking for revenge?"
These words were clearly directed at Zheng Laoqi and his two companions. Naturally, Zheng Laoqi and his companions wouldn't speak up. With so many big shots around, how could they possibly have the right to speak?
Yao Zhang took out the wooden plaque directly and asked, "But did you use evil magic to harm people?"
Upon seeing the wooden sign, a flicker of fear crossed the man's eyes. He then carefully examined Lin Qinghuang and his companions before saying a few minutes later, "So you're not just here for revenge, huh? Tsk, you've even brought a group of Taoist priests up the mountain. Since you dared to come to my mountain, I'll make sure you don't leave alive."
After saying that, the man took out two small black flags from his pocket, with two yellow talismans pasted on them, making them look extremely eerie.
Zhao Yunnan and the others remained secretly vigilant, their magical artifacts ready in hand, poised to strike.
Then they heard an old man's hoarse voice coming from inside the thatched hut: "Zhou Ming, no, you mustn't invite our honored guest in."
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