Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 87 Emei Treasure
The donkey-pulled cart moves quite slowly.

The journey from Leshan to Emei is about 100 li (50 kilometers). We set off at dawn and arrived at an inn in a small town at the foot of Emei Mountain around noon.

Sitting by the window in the restaurant, Ren Shaoyang glanced around and saw that there were many merchants and martial arts practitioners in the area.

They gathered in small groups, their expressions mostly serious, either plotting loudly or whispering amongst themselves.

Inside the steamed bun shop next to the inn, a graceful steamed bun beauty smiled sweetly as steaming buns were steamed one after another.

The martial arts practitioners around them could only swallow hard.

They must be craving those soft, white steamed buns.

The little beggar bought several steamers of buns and ran upstairs with them, her arms pounding. The aroma of Sichuan's strong liquor and spicy dishes was enough to make her stomach rumble.

Ren Shaoyang helped Ding An tear off a rabbit head, and Ding An was now engrossed in eating it.

Hongxiu sat down and eagerly took a bite of the big steamed bun. She was stunned for a moment, then broke it open and found that it was filled with spicy beef. But after a few more bites, she quickly fell in love with the fresh and spicy flavor.

In less than half an hour, all the good wine and food on the table were gone, and the plates were licked clean as if dogs had licked them.

The little beggar and Ding'an each held their bulging bellies, while Ge You lay on the spot, grinning broadly.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at the street and saw that many Taoist priests had come to the street.

These Taoist priests, with their chins jutting out like fighting cocks and arrogant eyes, looked down on everyone and seemed more like members of the Gelaohui (a secret society) than Buddhist monks.

Seeing the long, thin swords they carried on their backs, Ren Shaoyang understood that these were the Emei disciples of this world.

Their swordsmanship is renowned for its spiciness, speed, and sharpness. With such a great reputation, their disciples naturally become arrogant. Furthermore, being in Emei's home turf, their swagger and arrogance are even more understandable.

However, their expressions were not merely arrogant; they were also wary, guarding against every martial arts practitioner who came here as if they were thieves.

Ren Shaoyang turned his gaze away from the Emei disciples, seemingly lost in thought.

Many people who come to Emei are tricked into coming by the news of the Yan Nantian treasure.

Jiang Biehe's move was to gather martial arts practitioners here to kill each other, so that he could step in to clean up the mess and gain immense fame.

The tricks aren't new or sophisticated, but how many people in the underworld can truly understand them?
Even if you understand it clearly, you can't overcome your inherent greed.

After all, legend has it that Yan Nantian's sword manual is in the treasure.

Who could possibly resist that?
Therefore, masters such as Feng Tianyu of the Divine Dragon Sword from outside the pass, Gray Bat, Owl, the Three Swords of Jinling, and Liu Yuru of the Snowflake Blade were all attracted here.

Clearly, the Emei Sect had already realized something was amiss.

But Mount Emei was already in the midst of a storm, with undercurrents surging, which was beyond their control.

Ren Shaoyang had no interest in the rotten sweet potatoes and tomatoes. After resting for a while, he paid the bill and went downstairs.

The three of them swaggered down the street.

With so many experts gathered at this moment, the Emei disciples had no time to take it all in, so how could they possibly notice a girl, a cripple, and a young man?

Ding'an and the little beggar are too deceptive in appearance.

No one suspected that they were also there to search for treasure.

So the three of them left the city without incident and arrived at the foot of Mount Emei without any problems.

Ren Shaoyang looked up and around, and saw only perilous peaks and narrow paths, strange rocks and towering green peaks that seemed to pierce the sky.

As she walked, Hongxiu kept her eyes fixed on the mountainside, muttering something to herself.

Curious, Ren Shaoyang leaned closer to listen, only to hear her whisper, "To find the dragon vein and divide the gold, look at the winding mountains; each winding mountain is a barrier."

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Little beggar, you're not a tomb raider, what's the use of reciting this incantation?"

"Eh~! Yeah!" Hongxiu was stunned. "So what should we do now?"

Ren Shaoyang shrugged: "I only know that the entrance is a cliff with monkeys, but I don't know how to get there."

"Ah~?" The little beggar was deflated.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "But just because I don't know doesn't mean God doesn't know."

"God?"

"Look," Ren Shaoyang nudged Ding An, who was looking around, "isn't this God's favorite child?"

"That's right!" The little beggar clapped his hands, his eyes shining as he looked at the bewildered Ding An. "Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate! With your hand severed, you're a child of God!"

Ding'an was still a little confused, but he couldn't resist the little beggar tugging at his clothes and acting cute, so he took a few steps forward and craned his neck to look at the mountain.

Seeing him putting on an act, Ren Shaoyang smiled and didn't disturb him, turning his head to glance at him.

A large number of martial arts practitioners swarmed over, their numbers growing ever larger. Their loud noise startled birds, causing wild beasts to flap their wings and flee.

Ren Shaoyang just watched the show; the better-off of these people were that they returned empty-handed, while the worse-off ones might die far from home.

Just then, Ding'an pointed uncertainly in a direction: "Shall we try that?"

Ren Shaoyang and the little beggar looked over together and saw that the peaks he was pointing to were surrounded by mist and looked unremarkable.

The two nodded and headed in the direction indicated. After walking for more than ten miles, Ren Shaoyang, carrying the little beggar on his back, and Ding An used their lightness skills to fly up to the mountaintop like two wisps of green smoke.

The three were shrouded in thick clouds and stopped at a precipice.

Ren Shaoyang looked around, but found nothing.

Just then, the little beggar tugged at his collar: "Crippled man, there's a strange noise from the east!"

Ren Shaoyang and Ding An's eyes lit up. The little beggar's keen hearing was definitely not wrong, so they responded and headed east.

Before long, the three arrived at the edge of another cliff, with the roars of monkeys ringing in their ears.

Looking down together, they saw a cliff face about thirty feet below, with monkeys clinging to vines, baring their teeth and throwing fruit at the opposite side.

At the same time, stones were constantly being thrown from the opposite side, causing the monkeys to roar loudly.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes lit up: "Yes, this is it!"

In the original story, this cliff trapped two people.

One is a righteous man, the other is a villain.

The righteous man was Shen Qinghong, the chief镖头 (chief镖头 of the three major镖局 in the Central Plains).

The villain is none other than the Fruit Offering God among the twelve constellations.

Back then, due to an unprecedented large-scale escort mission, Shen Qinghong and the Fruit Offering God were both trapped inside the cave.

For over a decade, they were stuck in a rut, unable to go up or down. If they were ordinary people, they would have become a pile of bones by now. But every day, they would provoke the monkeys by throwing stones, causing them to throw fruit back at them to fill their stomachs.

And yet he actually survived for more than ten years!
Hongxiu looked down into the abyss and whispered, "Crippled man, do you mean the treasure is down there?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "It's right down there!"

Hongxiu remained silent, but upon glancing over, she saw Ding'an with the expression of a silly deer.

The little beggar laughed and patted his shoulder, saying, "We don't believe any of the others, but we have to believe in the blessing of losing a hand!" Ren Shaoyang showed off the "Divine Sword Capturing Dragon" on his right wrist and laughed, "With the divine sword in hand, let's go down together."

Hongxiu nodded, just about to ask when.

Suddenly, the dense forest rustled, and a figure darted out.

From afar, someone shouted, "You little bastard, stop right there!"

The person who suddenly appeared was a boy with grass clippings all over his head, bright eyes, and a scar on his handsome face. Who else could it be but Little Fish?

Little Fish ran and shouted, "You old bastard, go drink my foot bath water!"

Another honest voice came from afar: "You little bastard, I'm going to cut off one of your ears, half your nose, and chop off one of your hands and one of your legs."

The little fish turned its head and stuck out its tongue: "Oh dear, old ox, I'm so scared!"

The honest voice roared, "I'm going to feed your flesh to the dogs!"

"Oh, Little Fish, we meet again!" Suddenly, a deep and familiar voice came from the other side.

Little Fish had been through a lot of hardship lately, fighting wits and courage against these villains. He was already on edge. When he suddenly heard people reminiscing in front of him, he instinctively threw three punches and two kicks.

Three punches aimed straight at the throat, back of the head, and temples, while two kicks were delivered straight to the groin, groin, and groin.

Ding'an was initially overjoyed to have encountered Xiaoyuer, but seeing his fierce attack, he reached out to parry.

Little Fish felt as if a thunderbolt had struck its body where it touched, its body immediately went numb, and its brain seemed to explode with thunder. It immediately screamed and flew backward.

Just then, the leaves rustled again, and two people emerged, walking quickly towards them.

One was a hunchback in white with a long face and a goatee; the other was as strong as an ox with small eyes and a full beard.

At first glance, it doesn't look like a human; it looks more like a sheep and a cow.

The little beggar scoffed, looking disgusted: "These two look like animals, like demons, like dung, but the only thing they don't look like is the same thing."

Ding An, curious, turned his head and asked, "What doesn't it look like?"

Before Hongxiu could speak, Xiaoyuer, who was lying on the ground, jumped up, rubbing her bottom and yelling, "It's not like a human!"

Ding An narrowed his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

Ren Shaoyang looked at Xiaoyuer: "Are these two 'Aries' and 'Ox' according to the twelve zodiac signs?"

Upon seeing these three great masters, Xiaoyuer had already stood aside with a smile, arms crossed. Hearing Ren Shaoyang's words, he immediately gave him a thumbs up, indicating that he had keen insight.

At this moment, Aries and Ox also ran over. Seeing that this group had a large number of people, they couldn't help but look at each other in dismay.

Then the ox scratched his head, his face full of honesty, and said in a deep voice, "Why are you stopping us from arresting this person?"

Aries' small eyes were fixed on Ding'an as he walked forward with his hands behind his back, following the yellow ox.

Suddenly, a flash of cold light appeared, and Aries drew two curved blades, slashing straight at Ding An's neck with the force of the wind.

On the other side, Huang Niu still had that same honest expression, but his palms were hissing as a burst of hair-like flying needles shot out.

The needle tip was brown and emitted a sweet, fishy smell, clearly indicating that it was highly poisonous.

"Brother Ding'an, be careful!" Little Fish shouted as soon as the words left his mouth.

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out: "We've been waiting for you!"

Ding An appeared as if he were a ghost, darting behind the Yellow Ox and the White Sheep.

"bass"!
The waterfall, like a fiery cloud, flashed across the sky.

The bodies of Aries and Ox were instantly split in two as if ripping silk.

Then, with a whoosh, the flames scorched and withered everything in their path.

Even the endless white mist on the cliff was ignited, like countless fiery birds circling around Ding'an, sometimes violent, sometimes chilling, it was truly a spectacle!

Xiao Yu'er was completely stunned when he saw Ding An, who looked like the god of fire reincarnated.

He had seen Ding'an take action before.

Last time on the grassland, the young man with the missing arm impressed Xiaoyuer with his lightness skill and internal strength.

This time, after truly witnessing Ding'an's swordsmanship...
Little Fish couldn't help but tremble with fear. He couldn't understand what kind of person could have such terrifying swordsmanship, what kind of martial arts could unleash a sky full of flames, and even dye the entire cliff's mist the color of fire!

I'm afraid that young man in the white robe who claims to be a cripple is no better than that.
wrong!

Little Fish shook his head violently, thinking to himself, "Even if Brother Ding'an is powerful, he can't compare to that fierce general!"

Just then, a pleasant female voice rang out: "Little Fish, we meet again!"

Xiaoyuer suddenly felt a numbness in his neck, and his body trembled involuntarily. He mechanically turned his head and saw Hongxiu looking at him with a smile.

"Hello, Sister Hongxiu!" Little Fish exclaimed, feigning surprise. "What brings you all here?"

Hongxiu smiled at him and said, "We're here to dig for treasure."

Little Fish sighed, "I was forced to come here to dig for treasure." He then changed the subject, "But there might be something wrong with this Hero Yan's treasure."

“Yes,” Hongxiu said with a smile, “Uncle Yan is a penniless wretch, how could he have any treasure?”

"You know the treasure is fake?" Little Fish chuckled dryly, then suddenly realized, "Wait, what did you call Hero Yan?"

"Uncle Yan."

"You know him?"

Hongxiu laughed and said, "In the Valley of Villains, I woke up Uncle Yan and Ding'an treated his injuries, so of course we know each other!"

For some reason, Xiaoyuer suddenly felt a surge of warmth in his chest: "You, Sister Hongxiu, has Master Yan woken up?" His voice choked with emotion.

Hongxiu rubbed his head, smiled gently, and said softly, "You're awake, and you're still full of energy! Every time you drink a pot of wine, eat a whole roast chicken, and half a pound of braised beef."

Ding An then walked over and patted Xiao Yu'er on the shoulder.

"Master Yan's injuries have healed, and he will soon regain his full strength and once again display the prowess of the world's number one hero!"

Little Fish was thrilled to hear this. He scratched his head, and the usually quick-witted Little Fish was at a loss for words. He could only imitate Ding An's silly grin.

After a long while, Xiaoyuer sincerely said, "Sister Hongxiu, Brother Ding'an, thank you for saving Hero Yan!" As he spoke, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

Hongxiu helped him up: "Little Yu'er, no need to thank us. Actually, Doctor Wan has been treating Uncle Yan for more than ten years. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have been able to wake Uncle Yan up!"

"Yes, yes, and Grandpa Wan too!" Little Fish couldn't help but laugh.

I felt all the hardship and frustration of the past few days were released with laughter, and I felt much more relaxed.

At this moment, the sun was setting and the moon was rising.

Little Fish suddenly felt something was missing, and after thinking about it, he suddenly realized.

Where is that fierce general in white robes?

(End of this chapter)