Among the disciples in the field, faces looked at each other.
Xu Yang by my side, the redness in his eyes has deepened once more.
It's not just staring at each other, even the disciples are having some discussions.
This is quite normal, after all, the old people in Juxue Mountain are not many, this Mao Sheng is a direct descendant of the elders, and I think he has even seen Mao Xianjun.
How old am I? How old was Mao Xianjun when he died? Mao Sheng is not young, either; he is definitely older than the sum of my age and Mao Xianjun's.
Except for him, the disciples present at the time could guess something about their ages.
Xu Yang was also present at the time.
These later arrivals to the sect are unaware of this, which is why there is so much discussion.
"Senior Elder Mao Sheng, please do not bring this matter up again. It is not beneficial to Juxue Mountain and it is not beneficial to Si Guanshan either."
I said again.
"What you say, I will obey."
"In addition, the corpse of the previous master has been retrieved. It was taken care of by Zhong Huang Daoist Temple in Yun Jin Mountain, and Master Zhang Si Daowang has been entrusted to deliver it to you." Mao Sheng answered.
Mao Sheng is determined to confront me on the issue of our relationship to the end.
He even disregards the feelings of the other disciples.
A considerable number of disciples who were not aware of the events at that time had already expressed their opinions, and their voices were almost overpowering.
"Go and check on the array that was damaged. That is the most important thing." Wu Jinluan spoke up, relieving me from the situation.
"There is no more damage at the moment. I will arrange some rooms first, Mr. Wu, and you, the... Young... Shou... Daoist Elder, take a short rest." Mao Sheng said.
I coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, and pressed my fingers to the center of my forehead.
It has been a day and night at Juxue Mountain, with a day of travel. Even if the matters are in front of us, people should indeed rest.
Therefore, I went with Wu Jinlan to the room arranged by Mao Sheng.
Of course, food has been brought in by someone.
The disciples who delivered the meal were all very careful, carefully sizing me up.
It can be said that because of Mao Sheng's kneeling, everyone on Juxue Mountain will change.
"That boy is really good at coming up with things." Old Gong licked his lips and chuckled.
"This is not a good thing." I shook my head.
"How could it be bad? As long as you do your thing and he does his, the master just takes it as it is. If there are any problems with Juxue Mountain in the future, you will have to step in."
"Certainly, there is another possibility that should not be ruled out." Old Gong's tone grew deeper.
The first possibility that Old Gong mentioned, I actually agree with.
As the one in charge, I understand now. It is likely that it was like that.
"What is the other possibility?" I was slightly confused.
"You, at the brink of becoming a True Immortal, will likely become one in a few years. Juxue Mountain doesn't have a True Immortal now; it's rare and difficult to produce one every ten or eight years, and it might still be uncertain after twenty years. A ready-made True Immortal who is also straightforward and has legitimate credentials." Old Gong shrugged and said, "If it were me, I would want that too. The original Old He was accepted because of your talent and temperament, and that's why you have Young Uncle in Si Guanshan."
"If we were to be very specific, the master here is definitely one of the people." Old Gong smiled and said.
I didn't continue to exchange ideas with Old Gong.
It's not worth it.
His nature is greed, wanting it all.
"Master, you are not sleepy either. You are as alert as ever after three days and three nights without sleep. Let's chat." Old Gong noticed that I wasn't speaking, and he began to prattle again.
I ate my meal cleanly and efficiently, gave myself a quick wash and rinse, and ignored everything Old Gong had said.
After closing my eyes and lying down, I fell asleep deeply.
I am awake and full of energy, but actually, after being lured by the blood of the lower corpse, my consciousness is still particularly heavy.
This sleep was as deep as the heavens and the earth.
When I woke up again, it was almost afternoon.
When I went out, Xu Yang with a square face was waiting outside.
He was holding a bamboo steamer in his hand.
"Mr. Wu has already gone to check on the array. You, Elder Luo, can eat first. Don't worry, it's not urgent." Xu Yang said.
I let out a sigh of relief.
It's actually because I was afraid that Xu Yang would also call out "Young Master of the Palace."
My stomach was empty, and the food at Juxue Mountain was light and delicious, with some mushrooms or other medicinal herbs.
After a meal, I felt refreshed and invigorated.
After that, I followed Xu Yang to a place.
The location was not in this small subsidiary hall, but outside the hall, and I had to walk for a while.
In a peach orchard.
The sunlight was still very bright, but the peach orchard seemed a bit dim. The trees were covered with peach gum, and it was almost early spring; some branches had already sprouted tender buds.
The peach tree, as it exists, is dark when it is alive and can restrain ghosts. After death, it becomes pure yang, and the wood used to make swords becomes peach wood swords.
Peach trees and jujube trees are very common in various Daoist temples, otherwise what would be used to make the large quantities of peach-wood swords?
Deep within the orchard, there were quite a few young monks from Juxue Mountain.
As Xu Yang approached, I saw Wu Jinluan who was squatting on the ground, staring intently at a deep hole in the ground.
There was a heavy stone slab next to the hole, two meters square, with an eight-sided shape in the style of the eight trigrams. There were many esoteric runes on it, and there were many peach-wood swords inserted into it.
Around the hole, there were also flags and even paper people.
The disciples of Juxue Mountain were a bit further away, and they didn't get too close to the hole.
I also saw a few people, dressed completely differently from Juxue Mountain, and they were actually from the Abyss.
"Met Elder Luo."
Those few people immediately bowed to show respect.
I finally realized that after I told Feifang everything at that time.
He should have sent people to Juxue Mountain to assist them in searching for the Five Herbs.
The people didn't leave. If there are troubles in Juxue Mountain, they can also help, which is better than nothing.
"Elder Luo, the destruction here can be almost certain that it was human-made, and the number is far more than one person. This slab of stone weighs at least three or four hundred pounds, and it would be very difficult to push it with human power alone." Wu Jinluan spoke in a deep voice: "Moreover, this person does not understand feng shui. He forced a break into the layout of this place. Fortunately, all the arrays in Juxue Mountain appear to be interconnected but can also be divided into parts. This is why there has not been a chain reaction."
"I can seal this place, and the array will be repaired, but if the people inside come out from elsewhere and destroy other things again, it will be even more uncertain what they will do inside." Wu Jinluan said truthfully.
Mao Sheng on the side looked very uneasy.
"Can't you guess his intentions?" I asked.
"Other than the killer zombie, what else could be down there? It's obvious," Wu Jinlan shook his head. "But it's been more than ten days now; he should not have touched the core array. There's a possibility that he has run away, but the probability is low, because currently, all the arrays are being guarded by disciples."
"Of course, he may be dead, or he may still be breaking the array. If Juxue Mountain experiences a landslide or shaking of the mountain, it means that he has touched the core," Wu Jinluan added.
"My pupils constricted slightly as I said," "Mountain collapse?"
"It won't be that severe. He might steal corpses or objects, but he wouldn't want to die," Wu Jinlan shook his head.
