The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

He tried to put his hand out of the cage, but the chains and the cage bars got stuck, making a constant rattling sound.

However, Wang Jiuling keenly noticed that the mad monk's tongue was broken, with only the root remaining.

"Fellow Daoist!"

Kongjian stepped forward. "He is a monk from our temple who committed a wrongdoing. He escaped after suffering a qi deviation during his practice and has done many heinous things!"

"Fellow Daoist, he is a wicked man. If he breaks free, you must not show mercy!"

Standing to the side, Boss Tuo also sighed.

"This guy also severely injured one of my men, and even broke one of my camel legs! Ugh, he's really vicious!"

"Master! You are highly skilled in martial arts. If you could help us keep an eye on this mad monk on the road and prevent him from hurting people, that would be great."

Then come with us across the desert, and we won't charge you a single penny!

"This Master Kongjian will cover all your expenses!"

The camel leader bowed. "Taoist Master! You must join our camel caravan!"

Just a moment ago he was complaining, but now Boss Tuo is begging Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling nodded.

"I have only one request for joining: I hope that Boss Tuo will set off as soon as possible."

Old Camel couldn't stop smiling.

"Okay, okay!"

"We're all ready! We'll leave tomorrow! Daoist Master, you don't need to worry about anything. Just stay here tonight and wait until tomorrow!"

With Wang Jiuling's promise, Boss Tuo happily told his men to hurry up and prepare the things.

"Go, go, go! Quickly feed the camels!"

"Zhao Xiaoer, you don't need to sell sheepskins today. Go help the Taoist priest tidy up his room! You're getting half a day off!"

"Zhao Dachun, you'd better keep a close eye on the camels!"

Zhao Xiaoer received the order and took the initiative to lead Wang Jiuling to find an empty room, which pleased him greatly.

"Master! You're amazing! Hehe! I've done a great service now, I don't even need to go sell sheepskins anymore!"

"Hey! My uncle didn't believe you were a master, but now he has nothing to say!"

Wang Jiuling followed behind, smiling as he spoke.

"What? You're usually in charge of selling sheepskins?"

Zhao Xiaoer turned around. "Not really, I'll just go wherever the camel caravan needs me."

"My uncle and I are the least capable in the camel caravan, but the chief camel driver is willing to support us, so I will definitely do more work."

"Oh..." Wang Jiuling asked about the mad monk again, and Zhao Xiaoer turned around and glanced at him, speaking softly.

"Master! That monk is incredibly strong! And he's so vicious! The day before yesterday, one of our camel caravan members got too close while feeding him and was severely injured in one blow!"

"If it weren't for meeting a divine being like you, Taoist Master, Boss Tuo would probably be in a real bind!"

"Master Kongjian gave Boss Tuo a lot of money; he's a real big spender!"

Wang Jiuling frowned slightly.

"I think Master Kongjian is just a monk. Where would he get so much money to make your caravan serve almost exclusively him?"

Zhao Xiaoer shook his head.

"But that mad monk was actually quite pitiful; his eyes always reminded me of my father..."

Zhao Xiaoer was thinking of some unpleasant memories and didn't want to say anything more.

At dinner time, Boss Tuo prepared plenty of good food and wine.

"Every meal we can have is a blessing; once we get to the desert, such comfortable conditions won't be possible!"

Wang Jiuling also got to know the other members of the camel caravan.

It turned out that the burly men were Mongols, guards of a camel caravan. The leader of the guards was in his thirties and nicknamed "Iron Hawk." He used to be a centurion in the Mongol scout army and was highly skilled in martial arts.

There was also an old man nicknamed "Old Sand Fox," who was a guide in the camel caravan and a Uyghur. However, he often stayed in Tibet before the fall of Tibet.

He was very familiar with the Qaidam Basin, which gave the camel caravan the confidence to cross the desert during the windy season.

Then there were Zhao Xiaoer and his uncle Zhao Dachun, both Han Chinese, who worked odd jobs in the camel caravan.

Finally, there's the camel boss, a Uyghur who is fluent in Chinese, Uyghur, and Mongolian.

Now, Wang Jiuling is also considered a temporary bodyguard for the camel caravan.

"Master, you're from the heart of the Central Plains, aren't you?"

During the meal, Kong Jian asked seemingly casually. Wang Jiuling did not hide anything.

"I am a disciple of the Quanzhen School of Zhongnan Mountain!"

Kongjian nodded. "This humble monk has not been to the Central Plains for many years. It is truly an honor to meet you today, fellow Daoist..."

At this moment, Wang Jiuling suddenly spoke up. "Master, since that mad monk is an evil person, why not execute him on the spot? Why take him across the desert instead?"

Kong Jian smiled and shook his head, then put his hands together in prayer.

"Amitabha! Monks are compassionate, how could they do such a thing as taking a life? Besides, I will take him back to the temple, and he will be punished. Fellow practitioner, you don't need to worry about him."

Wang Jiuling looked at Kong Jian with a smile on his face.

"What's so difficult about that?"

He placed the longsword in his hand. "Countless wicked men have perished by this sword of mine. If you, Master, do not wish your hands to be stained with blood..."

"Meeting is fate, and I am willing to help."

A hint of surprise and embarrassment flashed across Kong Jian's face, and he quickly shook his head.

"No need, no need! This humble monk would rather not see someone die on the spot, even if they are a villain!"

Wang Jiuling sheathed his sword. "Master, you are truly compassionate."

Wang Jiuling's smile remained unchanged, but his doubts grew stronger.

After the meal, everyone went to bed early, and nothing was said that night.

...

They set off from Qinghai Lake early the next morning.

The camel caravan traveled the "Qiangzhong Road," which is the southern route of the Qinghai Road. It required traveling from Qinghai Lake to Chaka first.

The journey was only a little over a hundred miles, but because the caravan consisted of camels used for entering the desert, the speed was somewhat slow.

The group traveled for two days.

At this moment, the sun was already setting in the sky.

The camel caravan was moving forward, and in the middle of the caravan, the mad monk was bound by iron chains and carried on the back of a camel.

Several burly Mongolian men watched from the side.

Camel Boss and Guide Old Fox were at the front, followed by the others.

"This stretch of road isn't quite into the desert yet! We'll resupply at the Chaka Salt Lake post station tonight, and tomorrow and the day after, we need to cross the Rubber Mountain!"

Camel Boss turned around and spoke to Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling looked at the surrounding scenery, and they would encounter other travelers along the way.

"That mountain over there is Rubber Mountain!"

At this moment, the camel leader pointed ahead, and then suddenly reached out and felt the wind.

He whispered something to the old fox beside him, his expression somewhat serious.

"We need to hurry, the wind is picking up, and we have to get to the post station before dark!"

This was Wang Jiuling's first time visiting such a place.

He felt the breeze around him, still somewhat puzzled, as the wind didn't seem very strong.

But after the group had only walked for a short while, the wind seemed to grow.

At first, I only blew it on my face.

In a short while, the wind made his robes flutter loudly.

The howling wind whipped up dust, turning the sky a yellowish hue.

We haven't even entered the desert yet, and the weather is changing so fast.

However, when the group arrived at the Chaka Salt Lake Inn, they found it closed and no one was there.

Wang Jiuling and the others stayed where they were, while Tuo Laoda took Tie Yaozi to investigate.

Whoohoo!

The sound of the wind rang in my ears.

Soon after, the camel tycoon returned, waving his hands dismissively:

"Even during the windy season in previous years, there should have been people at the post station in Chaka, but now it's empty!"

"We have to go, we need to find a nearby inn quickly!"

At this moment, the wind grew stronger, whipping up yellow dust that made it difficult for people to open their eyes.

"Hurry, hurry!"

Everyone boarded the camels, and this time Old Sand Fox led the way.

The old man patted the camel, signaling everyone to follow. He walked in front, looking at the windy weather, and couldn't help but shake his head, muttering in accented Mandarin:

"It's already so windy here! We've only just set off; it's not a good omen!"

The wind howled, drowning out his hoarse voice...