Knife splashing

Chapter 425: Pursuit and Traps

“Why is there one here too?”

Everyone was surprised when they saw it.

This blood jade Cong was left by Duke Zhou. At that time, it was used to suppress the luck of the Nine-Headed Phoenix Vein in Chu, causing disasters for thousands of years.

In the long years that followed, it's not that no one discovered the secret, but those Feng Shui masters all chose to conceal it.

The reason is simple. Dragon veins are all possessed by gods, and destroyers will often be retaliated against, not to mention the "Nine-Headed Phoenix Vein" which is a feng shui situation from ancient barbaric times.

Once it is released, there will be a catastrophic disaster.

A king will emerge in Chu, and China will fall apart. There will be a strong murderous intent and resentment. From then on, the land of Jingchu will be plagued by disasters and mountains of bones.

No one dares to take responsibility for this kind of cause and effect.

But there are weirdos like Zhao Changsheng, whose purpose is to disrupt China, absorb the luck of the world, and achieve his own success.

"What is this?"

The old woman Bai Huan frowned and asked.

"nothing."

Li Yan didn't say much, put away the blood jade cong, and at the same time gave a look, signaling others not to say too much.

The appearance of the blood jade cong made him feel uneasy.

Since the first of these things appeared, the rest have been discovered one after another, and seven have appeared without us noticing.

Fortunately, all of them were sent to Wudang Mountain.

Before he left, Yu Chanzi, the head of the Zhenwu Palace, came down the mountain to meet him in person and told him about the matter.

Zhao Changsheng is indeed terrifying. He has left behind various back-up plans, and whenever the situation is unfavorable, he will take advantage of it, creating a chain of situations.

Blood jade congs appeared one after another, and with the one in his hand, there was only the last one left.

If they were gathered together, the consequences would be disastrous.

Also, could this be a sign of some kind of disaster...

At this moment, Li Yan decided to hide the blood jade cong.

It’s best to find a place where no one can get to it.

Bai Huan was worried. Seeing that he was unwilling to speak, he was too lazy to ask more questions. He looked at Lu San again, "Any other clues?"

Lu San pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked up, "There is a way!"

He turned his head and looked at Wang Daoxuan, "Master, I remember you said that plants and trees are more sensitive to the energy of mountains and rivers?"

Wang Daoxuan was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right."

"When we examine the power of the dragon veins of mountains and rivers, we cultivators can only observe the topography of the mountains and distinguish the yin and yang of the land. Even with the help of magical powers, we can only observe the situation at a certain moment."

"Plants and trees are constantly growing and changing with the vicissitudes of life. They are using their lives to feel the flow of the dragon's energy, which is more accurate."

"But the Wushan innate qi has gathered and the changes have become more complicated. The compass has also become ineffective. If we want to understand the Feng Shui pattern and the spiritual acupoints of the cave, it will take the entire sect several years of hard work."

"I can't do it alone."

Lu San said in a muffled voice: "Okay, I got a legacy in my dream, called "Lanzhi Sutra". Although I haven't understood it yet, there is a technique that I can use, which can communicate with plants and trees."

"Master, just tell me what the flow of the spiritual orifice in the cave is like."

"Oh?"

Wang Daoxuan's eyes lit up, and he said with surprise, "Brother Lu San is indeed extraordinary. This kind of ability is very rare."

After saying that, he picked up a branch from the side and began to draw on the rain-soaked ground. It looked like a series of curved lines, but in fact it vaguely formed a closed loop of Tai Chi Bagua.

"This is the spiritual orifice of the cave."

Wang Daoxuan threw away the stick and said in a deep voice: "We have seen many spiritual orifices along the way. According to my observation, most of them are like this."

"The spiritual orifice of the cave is the condensation of the dragon veins of famous mountains and rivers, and it also forms its own situation. The big situation surrounds the small situation, and the situation is also divided into yin and yang and the eight trigrams, like a furnace of heaven and earth."

"It is precisely because of this that it can help the monks to concentrate and build the building..."

After Wang Daoxuan gave a general explanation, Lu San looked around and then came to a big tree.

This is a Pistacia chinensis tree. Although it is not a spiritual tree, it is located on the top of the Goddess Peak. It is infected by the innate qi all year round, absorbs the sunlight and moonlight, and is baptized by the clouds and rain of Wushan, making it extraordinary.

Its crown is tall and shaped like an umbrella, and its roots are split into several sections. They are dry and as hard as iron, but they cling tightly to the rocks and grow tenaciously.

What a giant tree like this lacks is opportunity.

Or a thunderbolt, a killing, or a sacrifice can give rise to spirituality, which will gradually turn into a spiritual tree.

But opportunity is often the scarcest thing.

Both the right time and the right place are essential.

Lu San pinched his fingers and gently stroked the rough bark. His eyes gradually became blurred. He put his ear close to the tree, as if listening to some sound.

Li Yan and others were puzzled.

The method that Lu San practiced was too ancient, so ancient that it was connected to the tribal shamans from the period of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

But the method of cultivation is not just about being ancient, but it must be in line with the environment. This is the way of heaven, and even the gods have to adapt.

Bai Huan, on the other hand, noticed something strange. "In the past, there was a witch who used birds and beasts as eyes, trees as ears, ghosts and gods as companions, and could tell the weather by observing the sun and the moon... It's a pity for this little brother..."

Just as she said, if Lu San was born in ancient times, he would have achieved amazing things.

Having said that, there was still some excitement in her eyes.

Judging from the situation, we can probably find a place.

Sure enough, after Lu San closed his eyes and listened for a while, he began to whistle, sometimes long and sometimes short, which was very strange.

The whistle echoed, and there was an immediate change.

Call ~
The wind howled and the leaves of the giant Coptis chinensis trees swayed.

Wow!
It sounded like the sound of the sea tide, but it was actually the grass and trees on the mountain swaying in the wind, which at this moment drowned out the sound of the wind and rain.

"found it!"

Lu San suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the north.

"We found several. Where should we go first?"

Li Yan drew out the Dust-Breaking Knife with a clang, and at the same time took out the warrant, holding it in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "Go to each of them one by one!"

…………

They have already offended the Wushan cultivators and have nothing to worry about anymore.

The first spiritual orifice is not far from the Goddess Peak.

It was a huge rock, about the size of a house, which had become smooth after being weathered by wind and rain for many years.

On top of the boulder, there is actually a black stone tablet without any words on it. No one knows how it was embedded in the boulder.

As soon as Li Yan and others approached, there was a howling wind around them and thick fog rose, covering the huge rocks, and everything seemed blurry.

"Humph!"

Li Yan snorted coldly, "Lao Sha, get the gunpowder!"

He could see that the spiritual orifice was blocked by this strange boulder, and combined with the surrounding terrain, it formed a strange concealment.

As long as the boulder is blown up, the spiritual enlightenment will be revealed.

"Wait!"

A sharp and hoarse voice sounded from the cracks in the stone. "I have nothing to do with this matter, and I don't want to go against you. Leave immediately!"

Bai Huan also winked and shook his head slightly.

Li Yan knew that these people were most likely bystanders on the mountain who just wanted to watch the fun and take advantage of the situation, and did not want to be involved in any cause and effect.

But even though he knew it clearly, Li Yan, who was in a bad mood, would not let it go easily. He raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Since we are so close to the Goddess Peak, you must have seen a lot of excitement just now, right?"

"You must know where Siming will be!"

The voice in the cave was immediately furious, "You are forcing me to do what I want, why did you drag me into this fight?"

Li Yan glared at him, "You coward, what am I going to do to you? Lao Sha, do it!"

"Good Le!"

Sharifei immediately pretended to be busy.

This is also a martial arts tactic, called "kicking the crippled". By observing the other party's words and expressions, once you find that the other party is weak, you will pursue and attack him relentlessly.

Therefore, people in the martial arts world believe in losing the battle rather than losing face.

Even if you are in a disadvantageous position, you can't be soft-hearted. Once you show signs of defeat, you will not be greeted with sympathy, but a pack of wolves will follow.

The same is true in business competition.
The wind started to blow again. Although the fog was still thick, a mountain path was faintly visible, pointing down the mountain.

"let's go!"

Li Yan looked at the boulder coldly and left with everyone.

He felt more and more that the so-called earthly immortals, though seemingly noble, were actually nothing more than slaves of immortality, trapped in this dark place all their lives. Even if it was a blessed land, what was the difference between it and the underworld.

With someone showing the way, everyone moved faster.

Halfway through the journey, Lu San pointed to the east and said in a muffled voice, "There's something wrong in the dense forest over there."

Li Yan said without hesitation: "Let's go down first. We don't have much time. Come back if we can't find it."

At this moment, the wind has slowed down, but the rain is getting heavier, gathering into small streams.

The ground was muddy and difficult to walk on.

Li Yan could have left first, but at this moment, he was surrounded by enemies on Wushan Mountain, and his identity as a living ghost was just a talisman.

Once separated, everyone will be attacked.

Fortunately, it seemed that the madness just now had taken effect, and there was no one blindly blocking the way along the way.

Just after they left, the woman with double pupils, wearing palace clothes and riding a white deer, walked out leisurely from the dense forest.

Looking at the people below, she felt unwilling but helpless.

"Fellow Daoist Zhu, did you see everything?"

An old voice sounded, the black fog dissipated, and an old man in a Confucian robe with a purple face and white beard walked out from the dark forest next to him.

"Wang Mengsheng!"

The woman suddenly turned her head, sat on the white deer, looked down at the other person, and said indifferently: "Don't think I don't know, it was your trick. Wushan will never have peace from now on."

"peaceful?"

The purple-faced old man remained calm, stroking his beard and saying, "There is no peace in Wushan. The Xuanmen Orthodox Sect is always thinking about occupying this place."

"The Daxuan Dynasty is prosperous, and the people's legal system must all rely on it. The emperor must strictly control them and make sure everyone is honestly registered."

"All the independent cultivators who don't want to be included in the list have come to Wushan to build a building. You guys are all enjoying the benefits. Do you really think there will be no consequences?"

After hearing this, the woman was speechless.

The imperial court restricted the Xuanmen sect, and Wushan, once a holy place for independent cultivators, suddenly became a popular place, where people could collect money and make a lot of money.

She already felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't stop it.

Because the sisters of the Siming Society, who have the most special status, are the biggest beneficiaries, and for this reason, they are not afraid of falling out with the outer sect.

With monks around, who cares about offerings from mortals?

This is also the reason why she strongly supports the resurrection of the Goddess of Wushan. As long as the Goddess of Wushan appears in the world, the situation of fragmentation will change immediately.

The imperial court and the orthodox Taoist sects would also have some concerns.

After all, the Goddess of Wushan protects this area and is difficult to shake.

Seeing this, the purple-faced old man continued, "Besides, I meant well. If I hadn't reminded and guided them, those crazy women would have been in trouble long ago!"

"Humph!"

Although she knew what he said was right, the woman still sneered, "Let's put it this way. You joined the Ghost Cult. I don't know what kind of people they are. You definitely have bad intentions!"

"Who said that I joined the Ghost Cult?"

Wang Mengsheng stroked his beard and shook his head, saying, "At that time, it was just a favor. The person I took refuge with is someone else."

As he spoke, he looked around and sighed, "Wushan's fate has ended. Yu Longzi has returned, and those two fools are following his lead. In at least half a year, or at most a year, Wushan will have a new owner."

"I have already persuaded a few people. Fellow Daoist Zhu, why don't you make plans early and leave with me?"

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly, "Who did you turn to?"

The purple-faced old man raised his head and said, "Chengdu, King of Shu!"

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"right here!"

Lu San listened attentively and pushed aside the dense vines.

Behind the dense forest and vines, there is a small valley hidden. It is not large in area, but the scenery is magnificent.

There are waterfalls cascading down, forming ponds in the valley.

It doesn't look like a place where people live.

"That's the sound!"

Lu San suddenly spoke up, "I heard the sound of running water and a woman cursing in my dream, exactly the same as this."

Li Yan quickly used some magic formula to investigate.

Sure enough, this place is also equipped with the art of Qimen Dunjia, and it is extremely sophisticated. Using the power of smell, one cannot even smell the smell of soil.

Li Yan looked at the waterfall on the cliff, and had a guess in his mind. He said to Bai Huan beside him: "Senior, behind the waterfall, it's up to you."

Bai Huan didn't waste any time and just took out his bamboo flute and started playing.

All the Siming Society disciples had gourds hanging on their waists. As the flute sounded, they all took out small drums from their arms and gently beat them.

Boom boom boom!
The drum beats were rapid, and black smoke came out of the gourd, gathering into clouds, gathering and dispersing in the air, and then splitting into several streams, which drilled into the back of the waterfall from several directions at the same time.

This is the sesame Gu that has been raised by the Bai family for generations.

This poisonous insect may look tiny, but it is very cunning. It can invade the body of a living being, causing it to suffer unbearable pain. More importantly, it can make people drowsy and erode their soul.

This Gu also has a resounding name, "Sleepyhead".

The Bai family uses this Gu to defeat the enemy, exorcise evil spirits and cure diseases.

"found it!"

Not long after the Gu worm entered, Bai Huan suddenly opened his eyes and said in a trembling voice, "There are mechanisms hiding inside, but there is still a human scent."

"Ah, go, be careful."

At the command, a white shadow leaped out.

It was the woman who picked them up at the dock that day. She had no father or mother, and her surname was Bai. Her name was Bai Li.

Although this woman is not as good as Li Yan, she also has hidden strength and is proficient in magic. Among ordinary magic lineages, she is also a leader.

The hidden power under her feet burst out, and she stepped on the smooth stone wall, jumped up in a few steps, and went behind the waterfall to check.

But when he saw the "Sesame Gu" climbing inside, he could vaguely see the shape of a mechanism, and reached out his hand to grope inside the stone wall.

Rumble!
A huge rock rolled inward, revealing a cave.

Bai Li didn't rush in. He waited until all the sesame poisonous insects had drilled in before he blew a whistle and drilled in.

The others followed suit, climbing up the waterfall and entering the cave.

The cave is deep, and because it is a spiritual cave, the air is relatively fresh. There are stone tables and chairs, futons, oil lamps, and even baskets with wild fruits.

But it was empty, without a single person.

"Right here, the person is there!"

Bai Huan had already determined that those people were practicing here, but the situation before her made her heart tremble.

Li Yan said in a deep voice: "Let's look for clues first."

Those people are very powerful. If they try to avoid them, they will have no chance even if they look for them for a few more months.

At the same time, fog rolled in the dense forest outside, and three women slowly walked out. They were wrapped in white gauze, their faces were old, covered with orange peel and age spots, and they exuded a foul stench.

They are the three sisters of Siming Society.

Behind them was the Salt Gang's Lu Jiu and his subordinates.

"Seniors, what do you think of my plan?"

Lu Jiu spread out his fan and smiled, "This strategy is called opening the door to welcome the guests and catching the turtle in the jar. It will be easy to kill them."

Under the instruction of the purple-faced old scholar Wang Mengsheng, he first ran to warn and then offered this plan.

These three old ladies seem even more powerful. If I can gain their appreciation, why should I bother looking at Wang Mengsheng's face...

Just when he was feeling proud, one of the women suddenly turned around and a puff of pink smoke came out of her mouth.

Immediately afterwards, several members of the Salt Gang walked to the edge of the pond with dull eyes, raised their knives and cut off the man's neck.

Plop, plop!
Corpses continued to fall, and the water in the pool gradually turned red...

(End of this chapter)