“Mom, everything is normal, nothing has changed, right?” I asked again.
"It's okay, everything is safe, Xiao Ying is also doing well. Oh, by the way, there is a person called Chang Xin who came to Xiao Jia's home, he wants to take Liang Yu away, but Liang Yu is not very willing to leave." My mother said.
Chang Xin going is something that was expected.
I told my mother that we should not interfere too much with this matter, and see if there is a connection between Chang Xin and Liang Yu.
My mother said she understood and reminded me to be careful, then the phone call ended.
I didn't tell my mother about my current situation because I didn't want her to worry too much.
I'm not too worried about my father's situation anymore.
If something happens, Xiao Ying will tell me.
The interior of the car was abnormally quiet, and the air was filled with a faint smell of decayed bodies.
The back row actually doesn't have any seats; there's only a pedestal in the middle, used for placing the bodies, so I could only sit cross-legged in the empty space.
After watching the Golden Monk for a while, he still didn't react, so I closed my eyes and used the concentration method to restore the consumed energy.
When I came to my senses again, the car was still on the road, but there was a box of rice and a bottle of water where the place for placing the bodies used to be.
The Golden Monk turned his head to look out the window, lost in thought.
After eating the rice and drinking a lot of water, my body has basically recovered.
The medicinal fluid soaked by He You Tian indeed made me feel that my physical condition was strong at first, but as the strength of the people I met increased, I no longer felt a big gap between us, of course, except for the ability to resist poisons.
This is related to the strength of the opponent, as well as my own habits of assessing my physical condition.
However, after eating the Luohan for half a month, my body has improved greatly again, and the speed of recovering energy is faster.
The car slowly stopped on the side of the road, and the driver turned to look at us, saying he needed to use the bathroom.
"Humans have three urgent needs, and I also got out of the car," I replied.
The sides of the national highway are all covered with mountains, shadowy and obscure.
A few minutes later, when I returned, the driver was already back in the car, smoking a cigarette, looking a bit tired from long hours of driving.
"Let's go," the Golden Monk said coldly, urging the driver to start driving.
"Why can they sense me?" I asked a new question and was ready for the Golden Monk to not answer me.
"Qi," the Golden Monk replied with just two simple words.
"Qi?"
I didn't understand.
"Xinbo can find you," the Golden Monk said again: "He pointed out to the monks of Black City Temple, making you unable to hide."
"What is Xinbo? What are his abilities? How many of those monks have come out? If they can't catch me, they should not go back to Xiandong Mountain to take on the rest of the people, right?" I was full of doubts and asked a series of questions.
"Lama..."
"They, they are not worthy of it. They are monks of the temple, not monks, and cannot be called lamas."
The Golden Monk shook his head and muttered, "They are the mire of the human world, living black asuras. They have defiled the name of lamas."
That's when I realized that our name for them has always been wrong.
Because Black City Temple is a temple, when my father said there were a hundred and eighty-eight of them, I thoughtlessly gave them the name of lamas.
This lama should be a monk from Wulao Buddhist Monastery or a temple similar to Hufu Temple.
"The Black Asura first sent out seven, then one more, followed by six. They separated at a place, and I followed the scent of the scriptures with three of them, and that's how I found the Taoist," the Golden Monk answered my question again.
"I slightly changed my expression, and suddenly understood what he meant by 'you' before," I said.
He was referring to… my father and me?
A coldness rose from the bottom of my heart, and goosebumps covered my entire body!
It seems that no one had been looking for them before, and all the targets were on me until now, when they decided to split up and look for my father?!
Can my father have a sense of touch?
He has some abilities that are similar to those of the lamas... no, the Black Asuras. Can he sense their approach?
He said he was going to handle matters, which means facing these people!?!
In an instant, a flood of questions surged into my mind.
I did not look at the Golden Monk again. I took out my phone and dialed my father once more.
It's almost dark now, and it has been a long time since my morning phone call. Finally, my father answered the phone.
"Xian Shen?"
His calm tone put my rising anxiety at ease a bit.
"You mother said you found me. I was about to contact you. Don't worry, I'm fine. It's just the Ghost Cult Organization in Daxing City who have been sending some things to our home. Although we have moved and hidden, we haven't stopped dealing with them. I'll take care of those matters," my father said.
I was finally relieved.
At first, we didn't completely annihilate the Ghost Cult because we were afraid that similar organizations might appear again. Therefore, I left the lives of a few of them as a restraint, and also planned to restore Jiang Kuang in the future to become the true master of the Ghost Cult.
Those few leaders indeed had good eyesight and wanted to be affiliated with the Xiao family.
"Black Asura will find you. There are three of them in total. It's Xinbo who pointed them out. They can sense the qi of my father and me." I cut to the chase and got straight to the point.
"Haha, don't worry, Xian Shen. Although my strength is not as great as yours, as a father, one cannot always let their son worry or fail to protect their daughter-in-law and your mother. They won't be able to harm Xiao Ying or your mother. You have to trust me," my father's words were said with great certainty and conviction.
I felt much more at ease and said, "There are talismans on Golden Monk's car. Let me take a picture and send it to you."
Clearly, my father became quiet for a moment.
I know, he must be very shocked.
"Okay," my father only said one word before hanging up directly.
He didn't even question why A Gong Lama found me or why I needed to go with the Golden Monk.
I took a photo of the talismans inside the car and sent it to my father, but he didn't reply with a text message.
The Golden Monk did not seem to be displeased by my action, instead he closed his eyes to rest.
Unconsciously, the night had fallen.
Old Gong appeared on my shoulder and jumped onto the pedestal where the bodies were placed.
"Long-distance night rides, not good rest, easy to encounter ghosts," Old Gong warned in a low voice.
The driver remained indifferent and continued driving.
The Golden Monk finally opened his eyes, looking at Old Gong and suddenly saying, "A Gong Lama said that he wants to meet you and help you with something."
"Hmm? Meet me?" Old Gong shook his head and said, "I, Old Gong, have no interest. He's not a beautiful young lady. I won't meet him. I won't meet him."
The Golden Monk did not respond, but I was clear that his attitude would definitely bring Old Gong to A Gong Lama, and the reason why Old Gong didn't want to see him was probably because of the scriptures.
"Not speaking? Then I'll assume you understand what I said. Old Gong won't go, and I don't owe him anything," Old Gong said seriously and added.
"A Gong Lama won't take back the scripture, he'll give you something else instead," the Golden Monk added again.
"Hmm?" Old Gong's eyes lit up, and he said, "Why didn't you say that earlier? Go. Old Gong still has some face to give to the old monk. Will he give me the head of a beautiful young lady as a gift?"
