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

How could Miller, with his old bones, possibly withstand such an injury? He immediately let out a miserable howl and groaned on the ground.

"I knew you wouldn't be honest!"

Wang Jiuling looked at Huanxi Miler convulsing on the ground, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. He picked Huanxi Miler up and struck him in the lower dantian with his palm.

boom!

Huanxi Miller was sent flying, spitting out blood. His dantian was damaged, and his Northern Darkness True Qi began to pour out in an instant.

Moreover, the speed at which this flowed far exceeded what Joy Miller had imagined.

"No! No!"

Joy Miller's aged voice echoed in the air, but no matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail.

Soon, all his inner energy dissipated, his martial arts were completely crippled, and he lay helplessly on the ground.

Wang Jiuling didn't kill him; he just wanted to get information out of him. As for his martial arts skills, they were of no use to him.

Wang Jiuling walked over, squatted down, and touched Huanxi Miller's body twice to stop the bleeding. He then opened the kettle, poured some water into Huanxi Miller's mouth, and made him drink it.

Then he lifted him up in one swift motion.

"You'd better really get that mother worm out!"

Having dealt with Huanxi Miller, there were no more threats on this journey, so Wang Jiuling headed straight for Silent Valley.

He didn't know if the patriarch had any plans with Dharma Banner Master, or if the patriarch had encountered some problem.

Judging from the behavior of the two monks in plain clothes, the situation must be quite urgent.

This place is not too far from Silent Valley, and Wang Jiuling cuts across from another direction.

...

In an oasis town a hundred miles from Silent Valley.

boom!

Ma Guangzuo chopped down a stall with a single blow, scaring the stall owner so much that he fled in panic without even having time to pack up his goods.

As the Tibetan monk who had dodged the knife watched his mouth open, Ma Guangzuo shouted at Fang Tianlao:

"Smash his mouth! He's about to start chanting that scripture again!"

Fang Tianlao was not one to mince words. Unlike the monk in plain clothes who was soft-hearted, he picked up a wooden stick and slapped the monk across the mouth.

Before the Tibetan monk could finish reciting the sutra, while still beating the human skin drum in his hand, seven or eight teeth flew out of his mouth, mixed with blood.

The two sides started fighting again.

Just as everyone was locked in combat, a figure in blue appeared at the street corner, carrying a half-dead old monk in his hand.

It was Wang Jiuling.

Upon seeing Ma Guangzuo and the others locked in combat with the Tibetan monks, Wang Jiuling threw the Joyful Micah in his hand over without a second thought.

The two Tibetan monks were wielding their knives when they suddenly felt a strong gust of wind behind them. As soon as they turned around, they were knocked down by the flying Huanxi Milarepa.

Before they could react, Wang Jiuling had already closed in, and with a sweep of his long sword, he beheaded the two men.

Wang Jiuling went on a killing spree, his feet moving with a powerful gait, his long sword flashing continuously, and in no time he had wiped out all the Tibetan monks.

The bloody scene caused everyone on the street to flee completely.

After doing all this, Wang Jiuling wiped the blood off his sword and sheathed it.

Ma Guangzuo ran over excitedly.

"Oh, Qingyangzi! You've finally arrived!"

Others quickly gathered around as well.

Wang Jiuling looked at the others; none of them seemed to be injured.

Two monks in plain clothes brought Qiu Qianren out from under the large bamboo building.

Everyone looked at Huanxi Miller, who was lying at Wang Jiuling's feet and gurgling. Ma Guangzuo nudged the guy with his foot.

"Qingyangzi! You're amazing! You've already dealt with that old monk?"

Wang Jiuling simply nodded; there was no need to elaborate on the hardships he had endured these past few days.

The group found a restaurant to eat and rest temporarily.

With the formidable enemy defeated, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The two monks, dressed in simple clothes, each ate three large bowls of rice before they were satisfied. "Amitabha! May Buddha protect us! May Buddha protect us!"

In the corner, Happy Miller also wanted to eat, but he was only given some scraps to prevent him from starving to death.

After having lunch, Wang Jiuling and his companions decided to head directly to Silent Valley.

Fang Tianlao and Wei Tianwang finally said goodbye to the others.

"Fellow Daoist! You must visit my Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions when you have time! I see you have an affinity with Buddhism!"

They even left an invitation before leaving.

After seeing the two off, Wang Jiuling and the others resumed their journey.

On the way, the two monks in plain clothes prepared a lot of things, such as cinnabar, a bunch of polished bronze mirrors, and brass trumpets.

It’s weird.

They told Wang Jiuling that he had to go to Silent Valley before the 15th of this month, otherwise he would have to wait until next month to enter Silent Valley again.

The group traveled day and night and finally arrived at Silent Valley.

Only now did Wang Jiuling finally understand why Huanxi Miler had to capture the two monks in plain clothes.

The bottom of this deep valley is nowhere in sight.

Wang Jiuling stood on the edge of the cliff, his brows furrowed deeply.

"Layman, according to the records, this Silent Valley is at least several hundred or even a thousand feet high, and it is all cliffs. No matter how good your lightness skill is, if you jump down, you will die ten times over."

Beside him, two monks in plain clothes explained to him.

After following the two monks in plain clothes for an unknown distance, they finally arrived at the so-called entrance at the bottom of the valley.

It's called an entrance, but it's actually just a stone wall.

There is a huge natural crack in the middle.

The two stone walls are almost vertical and so high that you can't see the top at all.

When Wang Jiuling reached the end, he found that there was no road ahead, and there was only a stone wall in front of him.

Ma Guangzuo followed in, touching the hard stone wall at the end of the crack, then looked up at the ceiling with a face full of doubt.

"No...can we really get in??"

The monk in plain clothes told them not to worry, because even if they reached the top, they still couldn't get in, as there was no entrance up there.

We still have to wait until the 15th of this month, but thankfully it's only two days away.

The group waited there until late at night two days later.

The moon hangs high in the sky, its light shining down.

One of the monks, dressed in plain clothes, took off his shirt and applied a mixture of cinnabar and other unknown ingredients to the back of his garment.

A picture is displayed above.

This is a star chart. The two monks gestured on the chart again and then looked at the sky.

"Sigh! I mean..."

Just as Ma Guangzu was getting impatient, the two got up and entered the natural crevice.

Wang Jiuling and Ma Guangzuo quickly followed with Qiu Qianren and Huanxi Miler.

But they heard two monks walking along, looking at a star chart, with moonlight shining down from above.

"The positions of the stars and the moon are different in different months, and therefore different star charts are needed."

The two monks walked to the stone wall at the end of the crevice.

The moonlight poured down from overhead, casting a thin, silvery-white band of light on the ground.

One of the monks squatted down and took out a shiny bronze mirror.

He carefully placed the bronze mirror at the end of the moonlight band and carefully adjusted the angle.

"Three inches south of the center, seven-tenths of an inch of elevation."

The moonlight fell on the bronze mirror and was reflected, hitting a dent in the stone wall on the left.

At the signal of the two monks, Wang Jiuling used his light-footed skill to place a bronze mirror into the pit.

The light was refracted again by the mirror and projected onto another depression further away.

Wang Jiuling took a new bronze mirror and placed it back into the recess.

This process was repeated seven times, and now everyone was in the center of the crack.

The last ray of light shone on a certain spot.

The monk in plain clothes took out a copper trumpet and went to that spot.

It was a bit high, so one person squatted down while the other stood on it. "Master, the mechanism here needs to be activated by sound!"

The monk in plain clothes struggled to reach upwards. "I need to find the recessed area of ​​the stone wall where the light shines!"

Wang Jiuling had already figured it out. Seeing how much effort the two of them were putting in, he leaped up and grabbed a protruding rock face in the light.

"I'll do it! You all go down!"

He gathered his inner energy and let out a long howl at that spot.

The voice, imbued with genuine energy, nearly caused the two monks to stumble and fall.

The sound was incredibly loud, striking the stone wall, where the indentation might have had some special design.

The sound kept hitting the stone walls on both sides, creating an echo.

hum!

Wang Jiuling felt a numbness in his hand, and he felt that as he kept making sounds, the sound seemed to be amplified.

The stone wall he was holding was actually vibrating.

The sound grew louder and louder, and Ma Guangzuo below covered his ears and shouted.

"Hey! That's strange! It's called Silent Valley, but the mechanisms are activated by sound!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Jiuling vaguely heard the sound of flowing water coming from inside the stone wall.

Click!

A crack suddenly appeared in the opposite stone wall!

(500 words out of 5000 today, back to the Central Plains tomorrow, please continue to support me!)