Born Saints: Starting from Liaozhai

Chapter 108 Are there really gods in Fog Mountain?!

At this moment, not only Shenwu, but also the surviving soldiers, had blank and terrified expressions on their mud-covered faces.

What happened today shattered their worldview.

Looking up at the misty mountains, their eyes were filled with terror and fear.

Shen Wu took a deep breath and began to count the surviving soldiers and deal with the dead.

After a while, under the watchful eyes of the village chief, A Niu, and others, Shen Wu led his men away in a disheveled state.

Upon seeing this, Ah Niu and the others were delighted and breathed a sigh of relief, while looking at Wushan with awe.

Seven days later.

It only took four days to get here.

On the way back, the procession was slow because many soldiers were injured, and the wounded had to be carried along the way, taking a full seven days.

Shen Wu, in a disheveled state, led the remaining armored soldiers back to the capital.

They looked extremely miserable; many were pale, some needed to be supported by their companions to walk, or simply...

They were lifted onto a makeshift stretcher.

Of the more than two hundred soldiers who set out, only a little over one hundred have returned.

Such a pitiful group entering the capital naturally caused quite a stir.

The people in the city all turned their heads to look.

"What's wrong with these soldiers?"

"This is so tragic! What did they do?"

"The Quanrong have attacked?"

The guards at the palace gate were taken aback by what they saw.

Soon, the news reached the palace, and many palace staff and doctors were filled with doubt upon hearing it.

What exactly did this team, which was ordered to explore Wushan, encounter?

How did it turn out like this?

Not long after, Shenwu was summoned to the palace.

He led a few armored soldiers who were still able to move into the palace and went to the main hall to pay homage to King You of Zhou.

Inside the main hall of the royal palace.

There were already quite a few doctors standing there.

At the head of the main hall, King You of Zhou sat upright, with the stunningly beautiful Bao Si sitting beside him.

The doctors on both sides all turned their attention to Shen Wu and his group.

King You of Zhou frowned slightly.

Seeing Shen Wu covered in mud and dust, his armor tattered, and his face bearing unhealed wounds, he asked in a deep voice, "Shen Wu, I ordered you to lead men to investigate Wushan. Why are you in this state? What happened?"

Shen Wu knelt in the hall.

All eyes in the hall were on him.

Shen Wu took a deep breath and fell into his memories.

Suppressing his fear, he explained, "Your Majesty, we were ordered to go to Mist Mountain. As we traveled to the foot of the mountain, just as the messenger said, there was indeed a golden light phenomenon at the top of Mist Mountain—"

The words were spoken.

The people in the hall immediately showed expressions of surprise.

Shen Wu's voice turned heavy, "We originally intended to climb the mountain to investigate, but who knew—"

Seemingly recalling the scene, a hint of fear, barely concealed, appeared on his face.

"We haven't even reached the top of the mountain yet."

Suddenly, the weather in the mountains changed drastically; a fierce wind howled and torrential rain poured down!

"In just a short while, our two hundred-plus armored soldiers were swept down the mountain by the wind and rain, suffering heavy casualties!"

Speaking of it.

Shen Wu's face was bitter as he kowtowed heavily, "Your Majesty, I am incompetent and have failed to fulfill Your Majesty's command—"

As he recounted his story...

The hall gradually quieted down.

Everyone's faces were filled with shock.

Even King You of Zhou and Bao Si were astonished.

King You of Zhou, in particular, frowned deeply.

He has never really believed in so-called gods and spirits. In his view, most of the ghosts and gods in this world are just the ignorant speculations of ordinary people.

But the tragic state of Shen Wu and the others was right before their eyes, and the things they described did not seem to be made up.

King You of Zhou couldn't help but feel a bit of surprise and doubt.

Just then.

Among the doctors standing to the side, a middle-aged doctor suddenly stepped forward.

His expression appeared somewhat solemn.

"Your Majesty."

"If Shenwu's statement is true."

"There might truly be gods atop that misty mountain!"

At this point, his tone became somewhat nervous.

"Offending the gods is a grave taboo. Your Majesty, I urge you to hold a grand sacrificial ceremony as soon as possible to appease their wrath!"

He had barely finished speaking.

The surrounding doctors immediately chimed in.

"Indeed, Your Majesty."

"The gods are not to be offended."

"Offer sacrifices immediately."

"Otherwise, disaster may ensue."

Immediately, a chorus of agreement rang out in the hall.

Upon hearing these words, King You of Zhou couldn't help but show a hint of displeasure on his face.

He has never liked such talk of divine wrath.

However, the divine power that Shen Wu described was something he couldn't completely ignore.

King You of Zhou remained silent for a moment, and finally had no choice but to compromise, saying slowly, "Since that's the case, then let's do as you say, hold a sacrifice, and ask the god of the misty mountain for forgiveness."

Upon hearing this...

Many doctors breathed a sigh of relief.

however.

Just when everyone thought the matter was settled.

King You of Zhou then suddenly added a sentence.

"The site for the sacrifice will be at the foot of Mist Mountain. I will personally go there to perform the sacrifice and pray to the god of Mist Mountain for forgiveness."

This statement came out.

Many people in the hall were taken aback.

A middle-aged doctor couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, since there are deities in Fog Mountain, it's unwise to go there rashly. What if—"

King You of Zhou waved his hand.

"It's alright."

His eyes held a hint of undisguised doubt and curiosity.

He really wanted to see for himself what the God of Fog Mountain was all about, and whether this so-called God of Fog Mountain really existed.

Furthermore, he noticed that Bao Si, standing to the side, was tilting her head slightly, her eyes filled with undisguised curiosity.

King You of Zhou glanced at her.

If it can also make Bao Si happy, then going to Wushan is nothing.

The matter was quickly settled.

King You of Zhou immediately ordered the priests to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony and decreed that a few days later, he would set off for Wushan to worship the gods.

Time passed slowly.

Three days later, the gates of the capital city were opened wide.

King You of Zhou rode in his royal chariot, escorted by a group of armored soldiers, attendants, and officials, and headed towards Wushan.

More than ten days later.

early morning.

A thin mist hung in the air.

There was still a hint of night chill in the air.

The distant mountains and forests were shrouded in mist, their outlines barely visible.

Carriages and horses rumbled, banners fluttered, and armored soldiers, armed with spears, guarded the surrounding area.

A large procession is slowly making its way along the mountain path.

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More than 800 armored soldiers, accompanied by numerous attendants, officials, and ceremonial guards, totaling one or two thousand people, were heading towards Wushan.

In the center of the procession was a magnificent royal chariot, inside which stood King You of Zhou and his beautiful concubine Bao Si.

After more than ten days of travel.

They finally arrived near Wushan!

far away.

In Wushan Village.

It was early morning.

The villagers had just gotten up; some were carrying buckets to fetch water from the well, while others were preparing to go up the mountain to chop firewood.

Soon, from a distance, they could see dust rising from the mountain road.

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