It will all be destroyed by then.
The two on the other side were also discussing the strange things they had encountered in recent days.
"Master." With only her and the old man left, Cong Mo had less to worry about. She stared at the white clouds ahead, hesitated for two seconds, and then expressed her concerns. "Don't worry about me, it's just that I always feel that since we arrived in this capital, this peaceful place has suddenly become turbulent, as if someone did it on purpose."
After Leng Can encountered an incident in the palace, she realized that if one or two times were coincidences, then the specific attack on Leng Can, and there was no reason to explain why, could not be summarized as accidental.
She will not deceive herself blindly just because she cannot find her goal.
"To be honest, your master has noticed it a long time ago." The old man shook his head helplessly. Everyone was on edge these days, and most of the time they were on the road. The enemy had few opportunities to take advantage of, and on the last day they could only choose to inflict damage in the palace.
But the palace is heavily guarded, and the chances of the other party succeeding are not high.
He didn't understand the purpose of this unprofitable behavior, nor did he understand what the other party wanted to do.
"Although we have eliminated the source of the zombies, we have not found the ultimate mastermind. As long as the other party is not eliminated, the world will never be at peace. No matter how many peaceful days there are, the gunpowder bombs buried underground will always threaten the entire human world." Cong Mo frowned, with a hint of impatience on his face.
The operations carried out in secret do not facilitate their every move, one in the open and the other in the dark. Those who suffer are those who act in the light, while those in the dark watch them, taking every step cautiously and failing at every step. It is like watching a joke, watching them struggle, suspect, and run around, which is extremely ridiculous.
"But what if you want to pin all the blame on Wuqing Mountain?" The old man suddenly turned his head and looked at her.
The two saw the emergence of a huge conspiracy in each other's eyes.
"You mean..." Cong Mo narrowed his eyes, "...the other party's goal is to make the Immortal Mountain and even the entire human world hate Wuqing Mountain, Wuqing Dao, and in other words, the four of us."
"If you think about it that way, everything makes sense, doesn't it?" The old man sneered, his eyes filled with helplessness. "After getting rid of us, the most annoying and difficult to control, everything else will be easy."
"Even Leng Can and Senior Brother, because they have been in Wuqing Mountain for many years, their bodies and souls are nourished by spiritual power, making them extremely difficult to be bewitched."
"Putting the blame on us, or even Wuqing Mountain and Wuqing Dao, is the best and most convenient way. They won't even need to take action. The entire human world and the immortal mountain will put pressure on us, and we won't even be able to escape. With Wuqing Mountain gone, the human world will be at peace, and their goal will be achieved."
"The biggest problem now is to find out who is manipulating all this." Cong Mo rubbed his chin. "Master, I have lost my memory. Who do you think is most likely to have such a huge plan and the ability to implement it?"
The figure that kept coming back to his mind reminded him, and the old man sighed, "The most likely possibility... is still your love."
He had never fought against Qinggen Congmo head-on, but everything she had done in the past made him feel Qinggen Congmo's ruthlessness and difficulty. She possessed Congmo's emotional power and demonic energy, and the remnants of Congmo's emotional roots had used resentment to train her demonic energy. All of this was directed at the other party.
Using these powers to manipulate this confusing chess game, the old man could not think of anyone else except her.
"Just kill her." Cong Mo glanced at him calmly, "Death will always be more peaceful than life."
"This..." The old man said helplessly, "There's no way of knowing where she is now."
"Then go find her. If she needs to borrow demonic energy to transform, the only place she can go is the Demon Realm." Cong Mo looked at the village that was vaguely visible below. "Killing her won't be difficult for me."
"Don't be impulsive." Cong Mo was very good at using his own advantages, so the solutions he proposed were always the most cruel but also simple. To put it bluntly, he was a bit stubborn. The old man shook his head and said, "Forget it. This matter requires long-term planning to prevent disasters. Let's go down first and talk about it later."
"good."
The two landed in the village. It was no longer filled with resentment and stench like yesterday. Cong Mo sniffed, but aside from the smell of paste, no other smells were noticeable. She conjured two talismans and handed one to the old man. "Put this talisman on your eyes, and everything around you will become clear. If you see something turn red, it means it doesn't belong here."
"Let's split up and explore."
"Um."
There were burnt marks and dried corpses everywhere, the houses collapsed, and the land was black.
Cong Mo flew his sword to the spiritual protection shield set up by the fairy mountain to check if he could find any remaining traces. He turned his fingers into talismans, which appeared in his eyes, and the area within his sight became clear.
Cong Mo was flying and checking. Behind a charred corpse, he found something with a different material than the rest of the corpse, which was red in color.
After putting the sword down on the ground, Cong Mo quickly stepped forward and walked around the corpse. The red object was actually a small ball of black powder. Cong Mo put his hands over his eyes and opened them again. Everything around him returned to normal.
She stood up and walked along the edge of the encirclement, only to find a circle of this black powder. There wasn't much, but it was almost everywhere inside the encirclement. She just didn't notice it because this place was burned black.
Cong Mo stopped at a spot, squatted down, reached out and smeared the black powder to the tip of his nose, and immediately frowned, "It's gunpowder."
How could there be gunpowder here?
"There's nothing wrong on my end." The old man flew towards her on his sword, "and there's no sign of resentment or demonic energy regenerating."
"What did you find?" Seeing her squatting there, the old man quickly landed beside her.
Cong Mo clapped his hands and pointed at the small ball of black powder on the ground, "gunpowder."
"Gunpowder?" The old man's eyes widened. He squatted down and sniffed. There was indeed a smell of gunpowder. "How can there be gunpowder here? Yesterday..."
"It's new." Cong Mo said firmly, "It's impossible that it has always been here. If it had been there, the gunpowder should have exploded when I lit it yesterday, instead of the fire spreading. The gunpowder didn't move at all. There's no way I wouldn't have noticed it."
"Could it be that someone put it here after we finished processing it?"
"Why?" Cong Mo was puzzled. "The matter has been resolved. What's the point of putting these things here?"
The old man's movements became slow, and he was silent for a moment without saying a word.
"Forget it." Cong Mo loosened his clenched fist. "Let's put away this circle of gunpowder first and make sure no other accidents happen."
The two of them put the powder into a cloth bag and put it into their sleeve pockets. After confirming that there was nothing special, they flew to the main fairy mountain together.
When they arrived at the gate, the guard at the door saw them coming and his face immediately became serious. He bowed and kowtowed to the old man, "Master Qingyi."
"Is the sect leader here?" The two did not notice the change in their expressions.
"He's currently handling matters in the inner hall," a guard asked. "Are you here on some important matter? Should we go and inform them?"
"No need." The old man nodded slightly, "I can go in and find her directly."
After saying that, he flew in without waiting for their answer. Cong Mo glanced at them and followed the old man in.
"Master." The old man Qing Yi and Cong Mo put away their swords and landed at the door of the inner hall.
"Master." Cong Mo took a half step back and said respectfully.
"What brings you here?" The sect leader glanced at the two figures standing at the door, then lowered his head and continued to flip through the files, "And your little disciple."
"Come in."
"It is of course an important matter." The old man exchanged glances with Cong Mo and slowly walked into the inner hall.
"It's been a while since we woke up, and this first meeting is indeed a very important matter." The Sect Master stopped writing with his brush and took a sip of the tea beside him. "Then there's no need for us to reminisce about the past. Tell me what's going on."
The old man pondered his words, "Since I woke up, I've heard about the chaos in the human world. I brought my apprentice here today, wondering if I can help. After all, Wuqing Mountain has been through two autumns and winters. We can't just sit there and do nothing for such a long time. That would be a loss of our duty."
"Are you talking about the zombies in the human world?"
"I don't know much about the human world."
"I'm not sure, huh..." The Sect Master put down his cup and looked up at him, his eyes full of scrutiny and oppression. "But how should I know? You must have a thorough understanding of the zombie issue and be heavily involved."
The old man was speechless for a moment, "This..."
Cong Mo stood silently behind the old man, observing the expression of the sect leader.
It was her first time to come to the main immortal mountain and meet the sect leader, but everything... was so wrong, so wrong in every way.
"Alas..." The Sect Master sighed helplessly, as if disappointed with his lies. "I am the head of the Immortal Mountain, protecting the lives of the human world. How could I not know? Moreover, you have caused quite a stir in the human world. I heard... that you have a close relationship with His Majesty. I had no idea that you could do such a big thing behind Wuqing Mountain's back."
The old man explained palely, "We just met by chance."
"...Perhaps. Your Majesty values talent, and Cong Mo is a rare cultivator. It's only natural that he has earned Your Majesty's favor." The Sect Master didn't pursue the matter further, leaning back in his chair with a tired look on his face. "The disciple I sent out to check on you regularly came back and told me that I had already buried the gunpowder in the village you burned down. We'll blow it up when the time comes. The Immortal Mountain isn't indifferent to the affairs of the human world, but we can't rush anything. Everything requires long-term planning."
"As for why we've waited so long, it's because the resentment and demonic energy within them hasn't yet been activated. Eliminating it then wouldn't be enough to eradicate it, and completely purifying the demonic energy would be nearly impossible. Without this, I wouldn't have considered harming so many lives in this entire village. It's called sacrificing the small self to save the greater self. Whether you find it or not, it will be destroyed. It's only a matter of time."
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