Liang Yu's attitude was clear, so I didn't feel like saying much more.
Later, Chang Xin's demeanor was much more resolute. He looked at me and asked, "Can I go to Fan Jia's house to find her?"
"I left you the contact information for Fan Jie, and their current location I'm not sure. Can you go or not, I'm not sure either." I answered frankly.
After that, I left the Liang mansion along with Wu Jinlan and others.
The casket of Lao Qin's head was placed in the back seat of the car I was sitting in.
Wu Jinlan and I were in the same car, with another gentleman driving.
On the journey, Wu Jinlan didn't engage in much conversation with me. He had a thick stack of invitations on his lap, which he was writing on.
I glanced a few times at the contents inside, which were invitations for certain gentlemen to attend a meeting.
We walked and stopped along the way, which took us about three days to reach Xiandong Mountain.
After that, the gentlemen carried the coffin up the mountain, which took a full day and a half to reach the location where the original Tian Shou (Longevity) Temple stood, which is now considered to be the site of Lei Ping.
On my last visit, I saw them digging a path on the mountain, but now that head has been completed.
Sunlight reflected on its face, a familiar feeling emerged, it was actually the face of Lei Ping Dao Ren!
It seems that the two twin monks, or rather, two elderly Taoists, Jin Lun and Shen Qiao, have already paid their respects to the body of Lei Ping Dao Ren.
Under the path are newly built Daoist temples. At a glance, the appearance of the temple resembles half of the body beneath it.
On the way up the mountain, I briefly told Wu Jinlan about the origin of the new Lei Ping Daoist Temple. Wu Jinlan knew quite a bit about it, but all he knew was that Tian Shou was killed and that Lei Ping was rebuilt.
After all, the Tian Shou Daoist Temple was too large and had a notorious reputation. Its destruction was known to everyone in the Yin-Yang Realm.
It's like the events that took place during the large ceremony on the Si Guo Mountain, which spread all over.
Many of the Yin-Yang masters were looking at us with a look of shock.
For them, this place was not only very new and exciting because of the road cut and the statue on the mountain, but also a great deal of hard work.
"Many places have opened mountains and carved Buddha caves, attracting a flourishing influx of external incense. Most Daoist temples are secluded in mountains, but there are some Daoist caves as well. However, the statues hidden deep within are merely ordinary ones. This head is so severe that it makes us all admire it sincerely." someone praised and admired heartfelt.
At this moment, some Taoists hurriedly approached from a distance.
After getting closer, they recognized me and they looked just as delighted.
Some held their fists in salute, some made a gesture of joining their palms together, but soon they changed to a comical fist greeting. After calling me out, they said "po Tao has greeted you" again.
This left the Yin-Yang masters looking at each other in surprise.
Another person walked slowly from the back, I actually couldn't tell if it was Jin Lun or Shen Qiao.
It wasn't until I got close that the old Daoist made a bow: "Xian Shen, it has been some time since we last saw each other. Haha, you can see these disciples. Have their habits changed? Can the Daoist be more like a true Daoist?"
"Shen Qiao Daoist," I also bowed and said, "The Daoist is a great teacher. Through subtle influence, everyone will change."
"Is Jin Lun Daoist in the main hall?" I asked while addressing the main topic.
"He didn't come back last time he went down the mountain, but it's not a big deal," Shen Qiao's response made me shiver slightly.
Wu Ling's disappearance means that no matter whether Jin Lun failed or succeeded, he should have returned.
The implication is even greater that...
"The gentlemen? And the casket?" Shen Qiao's eyes showed slight confusion.
I took a deep breath and then explained the circumstances.
A moment later, Shen Qiao's eyes were filled with excitement, and he said, "Xian Shen, you are so considerate of my Lei Ping Daoist Temple. I was even thinking of making you an honorary elder and establishing a new temple here. Of course, it's no problem for me to have more disciples. If they live here in large numbers, the gate will be empty."
"How about the appearance? Can it be handed over to Mr. Wu? The main body of the new building has just been restored, and I need the gentlemen to lay out the surrounding area. It's fortunate that it can protect the Lei Ping Dao Ren image of my observation, preventing anyone from approaching!"
Shen Qiao was decisive and full of trust.
The gentlemen had a stunned expression, Wu Jinluan was equally shocked, and there were also expressions of guilt.
"This... Daoist, you're overestimating. We just need a small piece of land, the Lei Ping Daoist Temple needs wind and water protection, we can do it too." Wu Jinlan hurriedly said.
"Oh no, no, no, Xian Shen's people are completely trustworthy. It's a matter of teeth and gums, the Lei Ping Daoist Temple is newly built and is bound to attract some envious eyes. Your temple needs to establish a sect as well and will inevitably be spied on. By working together, we can reach even greater heights!" Shen Qiao smiled warmly. He still retained much of the monk's temperament, appearing benevolent and amicable.
Wu Jinluan's eyes were slightly reddened. Suddenly, he turned around and got down on one knee, then kowtowed three times to me.
I was going to dodge away, but I was blocked by a few other Yin-Yang masters who came over. I had no choice but to accept Wu Jinluan's salute.
"The kindness of Daoist Luo, Wu Jinluan is immensely grateful. If you need anything from us, we will not hesitate to cross a blade mountain or swim through a sea of fire!" Wu Jinluan was truly speaking from the bottom of his heart.
The other gentlemen were the same, with slightly reddened eyes and a deep, forceful voice.
"The Daoist has commanded, and we will do it without hesitation, even if it requires us to go through fire and brimstone! Any cost, without hesitation!"
I helped Wu Jinluan to his feet, and as he held my wrist, his palm was still trembling.
Shen Qiao touched his chin, his smile becoming even more enthusiastic.
"Since that's the case, all the gentlemen will stay here. I will leave a batch of disciples to help you clean up this place, and we should add some more furniture to make it directly usable. To gather various Master Generals, we can also do it simultaneously. In this way, we can also let more people know about Lei Ping Daoist Temple, which will complement each other."
Wu Jinluan finally regained his balance and bowed again to Shen Qiao, saying, "Daoist, what you said is very true. We will follow your arrangement."
...
Following that, the disciples of the Daoist Temple went to carry away Lao Qin's coffin.
I left Wu Jinlan and the others behind and continued up the mountain with Shen Qiao.
During this journey, I couldn't help but lowly speak to him about Wu Ling's situation.
Of course, my voice was not loud, and I paid attention to make sure that the monks behind did not hear.
Shen Qiao's brows furrowed slightly as he whispered, "In that case, Jin Lun should have succeeded at least half a month ago. Why hasn't he returned yet? Could it be that he hasn't fully succeeded yet? Is Wu Ling pursuing him, and he's on the run?"
Shen Qiao's words gave me new guesses, but I think the probability is very small.
Following that, Shen Qiao took out a mobile phone, which looked quite old-fashioned, but I recognized it as a satellite phone. It wouldn't be cut off in the mountains.
He dialed a number and put the phone to his ear, but his face quickly turned solemn. He then dialed another number, his expression becoming even more grave.
It took over ten minutes for Shen Qiao's kind and compassionate expression to completely change into one of surprise and unease.
I realized that not only had Wu Ling gone missing, but Jin Lun and the others had also cut off contact.
Shen Qiao remained silent, only hiking up the mountain in silence.
When we reached the top of the mountain, just reaching the location of the main hall, the disciples put down the coffin. Shen Qiao waved his hand to indicate that they should disperse, then looked at me and signaled for me to follow him into the main hall.
Looking into the main hall, there was a long table with a row of tall incense sticks burning.
"Jin Lun brother, and the accompanying Buddhist disciples, all have life-giving incense here, without any abnormalities. I didn't contact them because I thought they were still safe. However, where did they go? They can't be contacted at all now." Shen Qiao's pupil carried a strong sense of doubt, with a faint hint of bloodshotness.
