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

In the remaining backyard, everyone was crammed together, along with livestock. Those who couldn't squeeze in had to huddle against the wall outside the backyard. The strong wind and yellow dust made it incredibly uncomfortable, and everyone was filled with righteous indignation.

Those three men were in a terrible state; they became Timur's murderers and the targets of everyone's anger.

If it weren't for the Mongol soldiers stopping them, those three would probably have been torn apart alive.

"You son of a bitch! You deserve to die!!"

"Kill them! Kill them!!"

"Back off! Back off!"

The Mongol soldiers were also very upset. Their commander had suddenly died, and they were unable to explain themselves when they returned.

If the murderer can't be brought back, he can just be reincarnated on the spot.

In the corner, Wang Jiuling and Shi Jingqing leaned against the camel. Shi Jingqing looked at everyone and couldn't help but turn around to look at Wang Jiuling.

"Brother Wang, what about the commander of the thousand..."

He could hardly believe that Timur had died at the hands of his men, even though he had heard that one of his own men had witnessed it.

This is truly absurd.

Wang Jiuling didn't even turn his head.

"All the disputes arose from their greed, and in the end they died because of their greed; this is the law of cause and effect."

At the same time, I thought to myself: If Heaven is blind, I will help him break it open.

If Senior Brother Guo were here, he would never have done such a sneak attack and framed someone.

But Wang Jiuling never spoke of his principles to evil people.

Shi Jingqing nodded, looking up at the dim sky, the flying yellow sand making him squint.

...

The strong winds raged for three more days, and everyone took shelter in the backyard area for those three days.

Although I can't sleep well at night, I also eat dirt every day.

Fortunately, the backyard was rescued quickly, and the supplies were barely enough, plus a well.

Finally, the strong winds began to stop.

The sky gradually changed from a dusky yellow to its original color.

"The wind has stopped! It's finally stopped!"

"Hahaha! We can finally leave! I'm so fed up with eating dirt every day!"

Everyone was overjoyed, and some even knelt down to worship the heavens and thank the gods.

The Mongol soldiers were the first to leave, carrying three of their men and Timur's body.

The others also began to pack up, preparing to leave.

"Master! We will forever remember your life-saving grace! Take care, Master!"

"Take care, Taoist priest!"

Many of the people came to say goodbye to Wang Jiuling, and Wang Jiuling returned their greetings one by one.

The ground is now covered with a layer of sand, and the camel leader is leading his camel, constantly patting the yellow dust off his body.

After these past few days, everyone is covered in dust and dirt; not a single one of them is clean.

Fortunately, their camel caravan was lucky and suffered virtually no losses.

"We need to find supplies again; we have to cross Rubber Mountain!"

Beside him, Wang Jiuling nodded.

Before they even reached the Western Regions or had a chance to find clues about Patriarch Chongyang, they encountered natural disasters and man-made calamities.

That's really...

"Let's get ready to go!"

At this moment, Shi Jingqing walked over.

"Brother Wang!"

He cupped his hands in greeting. "It's truly fate that we hit it off so well at first sight!"

"But now that my brother is going to the Western Regions, and I am returning to the Central Plains, we must part ways."

"Take care, Brother Wang!"

Shi Jingqing was actually very keen to become sworn brothers with Wang Jiuling, but when he thought of the reputation of the Shi family and the reputation of his uncle Shi Songzhi, he hesitated.

They also felt that doing so would tarnish Wang Jiuling's reputation.

Moreover, he now plans to return to the Central Plains to continue advising his uncle, which will inevitably lead to disputes, and he is afraid of involving Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling nodded. "Brother Shi, we will meet again when I return to the Central Plains!"

"treasure!"

Shi Jingqing rode away on a fast horse.

Wang Jiuling and Tuo Laoda also embarked on their journey, as they needed to find other post stations and supply points.

After the strong wind, the sky became exceptionally clear, without a single cloud.

After the camel caravan resupplyed, the bad mood caused by the shady shop gradually improved.

"We need to speed things up! The snow on Rubber Mountain is starting to melt this season, it's very dangerous!"

This Rubber Mountain is really difficult to cross; it's too high, and even camels have difficulty walking over it.

And the biggest problem is altitude sickness.

Even veterans like Camel Boss, who have lived on this border for years, experienced some altitude sickness while crossing the mountains.

On the contrary, Wang Jiuling, due to his profound internal strength, did not show any discomfort.

His complexion has been rosy and his breathing steady these past few days.

He earned everyone's utmost respect.

The group had just descended a gentle slope; they only needed to walk for a maximum of two more hours to leave Rubber Mountain.

Everyone relaxed.

The mad monk, perhaps due to altitude sickness, almost broke free of his chains again.

They were now under control and tied to the camel's back.

Kong Jian repeatedly instructed Tie Yaozi and the others to keep a close watch, and Wang Jiuling walked over.

When Kong Jian turned around and saw Wang Jiuling's somewhat serious expression, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

"Fellow Daoist, what's wrong?"

Wang Jiuling stood with his hands behind his back, walking alongside him, and spoke expressionlessly.

"I forgot to ask earlier, but I wonder which temple you, Master, are chanting Buddhist scriptures at?"

Kong Jian smiled and put his hands together in prayer.

"This humble monk comes from the Western Regions and has come to Ruo Temple!"

Wang Jiuling then asked, "I wonder if this Lai Ruo Temple is a Tibetan Buddhist sect, or originated from the Shaolin Temple in China?"

Kong Jian's eyes flickered, and he immediately replied, "Of course, it's Tibetan Buddhism!"

"Hehe!" Wang Jiuling chuckled. "But Master's Dharma name is Kongjian, which sounds exactly like something from the Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains."

Upon hearing this, Kong Jian felt a pang of panic, but his smile remained unchanged. "Fellow Daoist, you are unaware of this!"

"Although our temple is Tibetan Buddhist, some of our abbots throughout history have come from the Central Plains."

"Besides, why should we monks care about our Dharma names? As long as we are devoted to the Buddha, any Dharma name is the same!"

This explanation was full of loopholes, and it was truly unexpected that Wang Jiuling would suddenly press for answers like this.

"Is that so? Hehe."

Wang Jiuling smiled and nodded, pointing to the mad monk on the camel.

"Master, what is his Dharma name?"

Kongjian glanced at the mad monk and clasped his hands together.

His Buddhist name is Kongnian.

Wang Jiuling's smile widened. He and Kong Jian looked at each other, and Kong Jian forced a smile onto his face.

"Fellow Daoist is so curious about my temple. If we meet again in the Western Regions, I will certainly invite you to my temple."

Wang Jiuling nodded. "I'll definitely go if I have the chance." He looked at the mad monk on the camel.

"But I don't understand at all. This Iron Palm Water-Walking Master once studied under Master Yideng, one of the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains, and received the Dharma name... Ci'en!"

"But I don't know when it changed to 'empty thought'? And why did it enter your Lai Ruo Temple?"

(I had writer's block yesterday, so I took a day off to organize my thoughts. I'll be adding an extra chapter today.)

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