I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 95: Gathering Storms
The two-and-a-half-meter-long nail may not look impressive in terms of statistics, but when placed in front of you, it is much taller than a person. I don’t know how long this one has been there, and the outer shell is a lot of rust, but the inside is still hard.

Zhang Heng and his team's morale was greatly boosted when they pulled out a nail as soon as they arrived.

Chen Qingyuan only felt the breeze blowing on his face, making him feel cool and refreshed, and he felt an indescribable pleasure.

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The diameter of Tianchi Lake from north to south is 4400 meters, and the diameter from east to west is about 3370 meters. The deepest water area is more than 300 meters.

Chen Qingyuan came to the second nail, turned on his mobile phone and began to calculate the detailed location of the remaining nails based on the distance. Zhang Heng and several others followed closely behind him, digging holes to look for nails.

Zhang Bin had a sports camera hanging on his chest. He looked at Chen Qingyuan and said, "Brother Chen, the soil in Changbai Mountain is hard and has a lot of rocks. At our speed, it will take at least three days to dig out the eight nails around Tianchi. I used the camera to record the situation here at Tianchi. Can I send it out to see if there are any patriots who can help us dig..."

Chen Qingyuan pondered for a moment.

From ancient times to the present, China has produced countless talented people.

There are shamans in the Korean country and fox spirit masters in the island country. There is no reason why there are no talented people in China.

He nodded and said, “Since you are going to post it, then write down the cause and effect and explain it. Otherwise, if you only watch the video, you will think we are secretly mining here…”

Zhang Bin smiled and said, "I understand, Brother Chen!"

He edited the video a little with his mobile phone, added subtitles and uploaded it to the short video platform. In an era of rapid technological development, people are keen on watching short videos to quickly obtain a large amount of information.

Sure enough, within a few minutes someone commented: "No... Brothers, are the two-meter-long nails in the video special effects or props?"

Zhang Bin added another video, which showed him using his fist to hit iron nails to test their authenticity.

The comment section exploded immediately.

Many people said they wanted to come and see...

Zhang Bin was instructed by Chen Qingyuan to send out the map with red dots.

……

On Mount Longhu, in the Tianshi Mansion, the old Tianshi was sitting on a chair and browsing his phone. With a ding-dong sound, a video popped up in the [Longhu Mountain Family] chat group.

He clicked play, and it was the video sent by Zhang Bin.

The old Taoist priest was watching with a smile on his face, but then his smile gradually disappeared. He frowned and said subconsciously: "Back then, the Japanese actually buried so many iron nails to destroy the feng shui..."

He downloaded the Iron Nail Map in the chat group and saved it, then sent a message to everyone: "Is anyone here who is free? Come out for a moment. I'm on a business trip!"

Several high-level Taoist priests appeared in the group: “Here!”

Old Heavenly Master: "Pack your bags, go on a business trip!"

More Taoist priests appeared in the group: “Okay!”

There was no nonsense, and no questions about the cause and effect. That video made everyone know what they should do...

The video quickly spread on the Internet, and all over the world, major famous mountains, such as Maoshan Mountain, Wutai Mountain... and major social and religious organizations in the society all took action.

At this time, they were doing the same thing as Longhushan.

After half an hour.

Many Taoist priests and monks, who are rarely seen in normal times, appeared in train stations and airport terminals across the country, and there were even some people dressed as sorcerers and shamans...

These people usually communicate and chat because of their sects, but in reality, no one is willing to give in to the other. But at this moment, they meet without any estrangement, their eyes meet, and they smile at each other, because they both know what the other is going to do...

On a Korean plane, Monk Jisang was sitting in the first class cabin with a gloomy face. He was now on his way to China, holding a mobile phone in his hand and playing the video recorded by Zhang Bin.

He is now very sure that the group of people on Changbai Mountain are the culprits who pulled out the iron nail of South Korea's destiny.

Damn...

In the past, in order to unify Greater East Asia, the army would plant iron nails at the locations where luck was at its peak wherever they arrived.

But Onmyoji are in short supply, and iron nails are needed in hundreds of locations. It is impossible to bury the cursed "iron nails" in every location. Only points with special geographical locations, such as the waist of the "tiger" of the Bang country, are the key places for the communication of luck! And other places are basically directly hit with bloody iron nails...

They were...

Even the Emperor thought that there was no need to curse the nails everywhere, because they would soon seize East Asia...

I just didn't expect to lose.

Ji Sang stared at the happy smiles of the people in the video after they pulled out the nails with his cloudy eyes. He suddenly threw his phone to the ground and cursed: "Bagayalu, how dare these people! They actually filmed the video and posted it online!"

His fists were clenched.

It’s just a small matter that the video is known to ordinary people.

But if those talented people in China knew about it, Changbai Mountain would definitely be bustling, not to mention anything else...

Ji Sang originally wanted to kill the bastard who was pulling out nails everywhere at lightning speed, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually play an open trick. This made the difficulty suddenly increased a lot!
He lifted up the sleeve of his right arm, and there was a shocking wound there. After decades, the wound has not healed yet, and it hurts whenever it rains...

Back then, he came to China with many Yin-Yang masters and followed the army to cast spells everywhere.

Unexpectedly, they encountered Taoist priests shooting with rifles and monks who tried to kill themselves together with the Japanese soldiers with grenades on the battlefield!
How can a person who practices cultivation be so careless about his life?

When the other side discovered the existence of the Onmyoji, the two sides were on the verge of a fight, completely disregarding any moves or rules. They used guns, cannons, spells, and even set up altars to fight each other from a distance.

There were more than a hundred Onmyoji who followed Jisang out of the island country. In the duel with the Chinese sorcerer, both sides paid a huge price.

There are only three Onmyoji left.

On the way back to the island, one of them was cursed and killed in his sleep, and the other one managed to return to the island, survived for three years, and then died in his sleep...

Only Jisang was left, trying to stay awake.

This lasted for decades.

The wound on his arm was originally pierced by a silver needle, and the hole was no bigger than a sesame seed. But now the flesh and blood have rotted to the bone, and the wound has expanded to the size of a goose egg, and pus is still oozing...

When it hurts.

Ji Sang would always think of the words of the middle-aged Taoist priest lying on the altar with blood coming out of all his orifices.

The Taoist said: "The roots of the island nation's Yin-Yang studies are in China. You stole the magic and committed crimes, which is no different from animals. I curse that you will all die in nightmare dreams..."

Nightmare dream.

Jisang didn't know what kind of curse this was. He had been looking for a way to break the curse for decades and had tried hundreds of methods, but to no avail.

Ji Sang began to cough violently. He covered his mouth and smelled a foul odor. He opened his palm and saw that the black and red blood was extremely sticky. He thought of the Taoist priest again and said with a gloomy look in his eyes: "Damn Taoist priest, I will use myself as a bet this time to show you whether I can break your luck..."

(End of this chapter)