I'm not concerned about the abilities of the others. When there's something, they will naturally come. Wei Qing can distinguish feng shui during the day, even if his strength is insufficient, a few pointers from Old Gong should also be of use. By nightfall, when Old Gong appears, it will be foolproof!
After leaving the haunted shrine stronghold, Zhang Yi drove in a minibus with 11 seats. With some squishing at the back, we all of us could fit just fine.
The information found by Cai Qing and Ju QI is exactly the same as what Zhang Yi found. On the way, he told me a lot about General Mountain.
It means that there has been a significant controversy about the mountain in recent years, with claims that its feng shui affects the entire city, making it prone to bandits claiming land as their kingdom.
According to rumors, there is also a General Tomb down below the mountain.
That's why he dared to conclude that the person I was looking for was trapped inside.
For so many years, the mountain has not been blown up, but suddenly it explodes after people go in, either because some were incited and used, or because of the actions of the others.
Clearly, Zhang Yi was hinting at Wu Ling.
We arrived at that national highway around noon, and the car stopped at the foot of a mountain.
Wei Qing led the way in front, and we crossed some small hillocks alongside the corridor. We arrived at a riverbank where the terrain was slightly more open. Wei Qing pointed to a distant location, and I gazed at it.
It was a steep and towering mountain, like a sword that had transcended from the mortal realm, with a vertical pinnacle in front of it, like a figure with a sword on their back.
"Things become spirits when they reach their extreme, and when mountains and rivers have spirits, they manifest as figures. A man with a sword on his back, dignified and imposing, is born in a thoroughfare that produces many talented individuals. The haunted shrine is stronger than other places. However, the general had his head blown off, leaving only half of his body, with his vital energy greatly depleted. In no time at all, this thoroughfare will also become ordinary." Wei Qing shook his head, with a hint of regret in his eyes.
"It is the hottest day today, and according to logic, the Yang Qi rises high into the sky. However, the top of General Mountain is shrouded in ominous clouds. The dragon vein has been destroyed, just like a decapitated dragon, and its resentment reaches the heavens. The dead buried in the mountain must be reanimated. If we are looking for that group of monks and they have died, they will become a ghost group of monks." Wei Qing explains further.
Just by looking at his aura and his proficiency in geomancy, it seems he is far stronger than Fan Jiao.
"They are not dead."
"At least, the most powerful one is still alive." I added a sentence.
The Golden Wheel has a death certificate left in Leping Daoist Temple. If he dies, Shenhao will inform Wu Jinluan, who will also certainly report to me.
To my surprise, there was a fleeting expression in Wei Qing's eyes.
Like...regretful.
This feeling is as if something you want to obtain suddenly disappears.
I was lost in thought, then I understood. He must be interested in the ghost monks.
"Then let's go." Wei Qing waved his hand, leading the way forward.
In any place and at any time, Mr. Wei Qing plays a leading role in guiding actions, subtly directing the group.
I said nothing more, and the people from the haunted shrine were naturally compliant.
The mountain appears close, but in reality, there are several smaller mountains and rivers in between.
A short distance of road also requires people to cross mountains and rivers.
By the time it was dark, we still hadn't reached the foot of the mountain.
Lao Gong suddenly appeared on my shoulder, drawing the attention of the other haunted shrine people. However, after they only looked at Lao Gong once, they seemed to be afraid and kept a certain distance from me.
"Aw, you guys look so scared, what's the matter with you?" Lao Gong rolled his eyes in disbelief.
"Ah..." Lao Gong looked straight at Wei Qing again, his head suddenly jerking, and he leaped out, abruptly diving into Wei Qing's head.
"That's great, right? Zhang Yi, is it? You also know how to hire a ghost master. I'm very satisfied with it." Lao Gong patted Wei Qing's chin, glanced at Zhang Yi before speaking: "Next time your old Gong Uncle will give you some advice and let you have more descendants."
Zhang Yi hesitated for a moment, his large head brimming with surprise!
After discovering that Lao Gong's level has improved, I found that his Yin-Yang magic seems to have been elevated as well. With a casual glance, he can see people's facial features and identify problems.
His light-hearted words had people's hearts in the palm of his hand.
The other members of the haunted shrine, without exception, they dared to get close, and with varying degrees of flattery.
Retreating was because of Lao Gong's aura.
Moving closer was because of Lao Gong's seemingly casual remark, which might give birth to creation.
The group continued to walk forward, but Lao Gong didn't pay any attention to others; he was simply rummaging through Wei Qing's body. Eventually, he managed to find a compass.
The compass that was on me before the Black City Temple disappeared.
"Cutting off the feng shui of a land dragon vein, only Wu Ling that little son of a bitch can do it, harming others without benefiting himself. The people here want to destroy but dare not, there is a reason for it. A living dragon raises people, people can control them. When the dragon dies and resentment scatters, that may breed evil dragons. Evil dragons are dormant, when they emerge from the world, they are demons rampant in the sky and cannot be managed."
"That little bastard really wants chaos in the world."
Looking at the compass, "Wei Qing" kept cursing in profanity.
In the late hours of the night, we finally reached the foot of the mountain that had been partially blown up.
The foot of the mountain used to have a river, but it was blocked by massive boulders, causing the river to be directly diverted.
At first glance, the boulders looked like a disintegrated head...
The turbid stream, more like blood that never stops flowing...
Wei Qing shivered, and unexpectedly, Lao Gong popped out from him and returned to my shoulder.
The faint gray-purple ghostly aura spread out, enveloping all of us.
I'm not sure what it means.
Wei Qing's eyes were blank for a moment. He stared at Lao Gong straightly, with his hands slightly cupped in a salute.
Lao Gong didn't pay him any mind, but looked at the diverted river water.
I threw a glance, and my scalp went numb.
On the cliff that resembles a disintegrated head, there was someone standing quietly...
No, it's not a person, it's a ghost. Its feet are lifted, swaying slightly in the wind. It's wearing a white robe, but the robe is completely covered in blood-stained red.
Blood has mingled with the diverted river. The almost stationary water surface is sometimes turbid and sometimes bloody.
It was because of Lao Gong's ghostly aura that allowed us to see him; otherwise, even I wouldn't have been able to see him!
A simple ghost isn't scary because it doesn't have a head, and its hands are still aimlessly groping around the surroundings, which gives people goosebumps.
"Tragic, lying comfortably in their own ancestral graveyard, nourishing the corpse with vital energy, probably already transformed into a spirit. But suddenly they got their mountain blown up, their feng shui destroyed, their vital energy cut off. The corpse has no head, the ghost has no head, the soul and body are separated. He's looking for his head." Lao Gong said softly.
At this moment, Wei Qing suddenly raised his hand. In his hand, he held a waist-sized bag, made of a very thick material.
Wei Qing's eyes showed a hint of eager anticipation and subtle greed.
The next moment, a wave of ghostly energy suddenly bound Wei Qing. Lao Gong said in a low voice, "Do you want to die, my brother?"
Wei Qing's face was tense, and he couldn't move an inch.
However, a slight chill ran through my heart because Lao Gong's words proved that the ghost was not simple. "Body turned into a spirit," isn't that the level of Ding RuiPo?
A ghost that has separated from the body is something that should not be overlooked.
"It's gone..." Zhang Yi's face changed slightly, and his tone was filled with a sense of unease.
Lao Gong immediately left my shoulder and materialized his body. He clasped his hands in a salute, bowing to the front, and surprisingly showed humility and courtesy.
"Old brother, we're looking for people, you're looking for a head. There's no head here, and there's no one who cut your head off. Water doesn't pollute water. We'll leave right away."
