Wen Yinyue sheathed the Fengming Sword and followed him closely with her bright eyes.
Li Muchan walked slowly in a circle, and suddenly his finger clicked. There was a muffled "bang" sound, and a piece of plain paper exploded into a ball of powder. He flicked his sleeves and disappeared without a trace.
He made a second turn and tapped his left index finger again. There was a muffled "bang" sound, and another piece of plain paper exploded into powder and was brushed away by his right sleeve.
In the third circle, another piece of plain paper disappeared.
One by one, his steps became slower and slower. When there were only four pieces of plain paper left, he moved almost step by step, his brows furrowed.
But no matter how slow his steps were, he never stopped. He finally finished walking and when only the last piece of paper was left, he opened his eyes.
"Junior brother, are you okay?" Wen Yinyue asked with a frown.
In this moment, Li Muchan suddenly became haggard, his eyes were dull, and fatigue and weariness shrouded his brows.
Li Muchan shook his head: "It doesn't matter."
He lowered his head to look at the last piece of paper and laughed: "Sister, if my calculation is correct, this military hall will be attacked."
Wen Yinyue frowned and said, "Can you guess it accurately?"
Li Muchan smiled: "It's almost the same!"
"...Okay, I'll tell my uncle to send someone over!" Wen Yinyue said.
Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "Senior sister, who should I send over?"
Seeing his appearance, Wen Yinyue pondered for a moment and asked: "...Have all the masters from Yanwu Hall and Cuifeng Pavilion gone?"
Li Muchan nodded: "That's right!"
Wen Yinyue said slowly: "Well, Landuo Temple has always been prudent and foolproof. It must be like a rabbit fighting an eagle, so more people must be sent there."
She frowned again and said, "They have passed, what should we do?"
Li Muchan took a long breath and slowly sat on the chair: "We?"
He shook his head: "Either wait, or we can go over and replace the masters from Yanwu Hall and Cuifeng Pavilion. There is a shortage of manpower, and it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without straw."
"I'll go discuss it with my uncle." Wen Yinyue picked up the piece of paper, turned around and went out.
Li Muchan hurriedly sat back on the couch, formed seals with his hands, and began to urge the God-Observing God to regain his energy. He did not expect that his intuitive calculation would be so energy-consuming.
After all this calculation, he actually felt dizzy, as if his spirit had been drained out, and he was on the verge of collapse, which shocked him.
It was better to do less of this kind of thing. He vaguely felt that it was dangerous and could really cause backlash, but it was a small gain but a big loss. He secretly wiped his hands in a cold sweat and sighed to himself that he was lucky.
Wen Yinyue took the plain paper and came to Master Zhumei's small courtyard. The bright sunshine shone on Master Zhumei's gray monk's robe, making it seem a bit elegant.
Master Zhumei was admiring the plum blossoms. When she heard the footsteps, she turned around and said with a smile: "Yinyue, what's the matter in such a hurry?"
Wen Yinyue has always been indifferent, acting calmly, with an attitude of not caring about anything.
Wen Yinyue came forward, cupped his fists and saluted, and said: "Uncle, junior brother has calculated that Landuo Temple is going to attack the military hall, so we must send people there as soon as possible!"
"Pojun Hall?" Master Zhumei was startled.
Wen Yinyue nodded: "Yes."
Master Zhumei pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said: "The Pojun Hall is located in the east. If Landuo Temple wants to take action, it won't go that far, right?"
"Junior brother's calculation is generally correct." Wen Yinyue said.
Master Zhumei smiled and said: "Zhanran still has the ability to calculate and divination?"
Wen Yinyue frowned secretly, feeling unhappy, but she couldn't be annoyed with her uncle, and smiled lightly: "Junior brother has deep meditation skills and possesses Buddhist magical powers."
"What magical power?" Master Zhumei asked with a smile.
Wen Yinyue shook her head: "Junior brother refuses to say."
"How can it be so easy to obtain Buddhist magical powers?" Master Zhumei shook his head and smiled, waving his hands disapprovingly: "Don't listen to Zhan Ran's nonsense."
Wen Yinyue frowned: "Uncle, junior brother is not that kind of person!"
Master Zhumei pursed her lips and smiled: "Look, are you trying to protect him like this and are you going to fall out with me?"
"Master made fun of me, but I don't dare." Wen Yinyue lowered her head.
Master Zhumei shook his head: "Huh, it's because I'm not afraid, it's not that I don't want to, you..."
Wen Yinyue lowered her head and said softly: "Master, please trust me for once."
Master Zhumei smiled and said: "Believe him, it's a bit mysterious. If you don't believe him, I'll offend you again. Let your master worry about this kind of thing!"
"Yes." Wen Yinyue nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the master scolded his junior brother harshly and said nothing, he knew the basics of his junior brother's abilities and would definitely trust his junior brother's calculations and send someone there as early as possible.
If you are prepared, calculated mentally but not intentionally, the people of Landa Temple will not be able to please you.
As for Li Muchan making mistakes and making wrong calculations, she had thought about it, but she felt vaguely confident that her junior brother's calculations would not be wrong.
In the end, Master Zhumei decided to go back to Canghai Mountain and Pojuntang first, and sent someone to deliver a message to the mountain to let the master make a decision and send another master there.
Li Muchan had no objection. It would take a while for Landuo Temple to react after receiving the news. They were probably also paying attention to the Secret Book of Dragon Slaying.
The next day, everyone from the Canghai Sword Sect left the Li Mansion and headed for Canghai Mountain.
Murong Hao and Nie Xuefeng came to see her off. When they saw Master Zhumei, they were honest and did not dare to say another word in front of Wen Yinyue.
Li Muchan could see that the two of them were afraid of Master Zhumei, just like a mouse seeing a cat, and he was surprised. He secretly thought that Master Zhumei was kind and kind, how could the two of them be so afraid of her?
He asked Wen Yinyue in a low voice, and Wen Yinyue said, Uncle Zhumei was ruthless and murderous when he was young. He only changed his temperament in middle age, but he has already become famous.
Nie Xuefeng and Murong Hao were so afraid of her, obviously because they were warned by their elders. They originally wanted to follow Wen Yinyue, but when they saw Master Zhumei, they immediately gave up their minds.
Except for Li Wudi and Li Xiaoshui, there is no one else in the Li Mansion. All the servants have been dismissed. Li Xiaoshui's mother has passed away long ago, and there is still a maid who has just been betrothed to someone else.
A total of fifteen people rode together and hurried on as fast as possible. Each person rode double, which was considered a luxury. Dayan's horses were nervous, and even the army could not do it.
Chi Ying hissed softly from time to time, occasionally ran out for fun, far away from everyone, and ran back after a while, returning to the crowd.
Li Muchan let him go and sat in the carriage thinking about the dragon slayer.
In the evening, as twilight began to set, they saw a temple halfway up the mountain, hidden among the trees.
"Let's go there and rest for the night!" Master Zhumei pointed to the distance.
Except for Li Xiaoshui, everyone is a master and has internal power to protect the body. For the sake of safety, Master Zhumei started and stopped at regular times and rested on time so that everyone could maintain sufficient physical strength to avoid being plotted and compromising their strength.
"Uncle, let me go over and take a look first." Li Muchan said.
He and Wen Yinyue accompanied Master Zhumei in a leisurely manner. These words were very abrupt. Master Zhumei turned around and looked over and smiled: "Be careful, that's right. Let's go and have a look."
Li Muchan responded, accelerated his horse speed, passed everyone, and soon arrived in front of the temple.
This temple is located halfway up a mountain with sparse woods. The red paint on the temple walls has faded and is mottled and old, showing the traces of time.
Li Muchan lightly knocked the red shadow and quickly walked through the woods to the front of the temple. The red shadow stopped. Li Muchan dismounted and stepped into the temple. He saw a wide courtyard.
The ground was paved with blue bricks, but there were pits and pits, which seemed to have been eroded by the years. A vague image of the original incense at its peak could be seen, but when he took a closer look, he frowned and saw that they were caused by arrows.
If he hadn't been in the army and saw such potholes, he would have thought they were erosion by rain and would not have thought they were caused by bows and arrows. He took a step back, vaguely feeling the murderous aura.
A scene appeared in front of me. Arrows rained down from the sky, one after another, continuously. The arrows were piled all over the green brick floor. No one standing here was immune.
He looked carefully and saw that the main hall and the two rooms on the left and right had no doors or windows, as if they had been dug out.
In the main hall is a Buddha statue. The head is gone and the right arm is gone. Only half of the body and left arm are left. It looks quite scary.
Li Muchan frowned, turned around and left the temple, with a red shadow floating on his body. The red shadow snorted, walked through the woods, and came to the foot of the mountain in front of Master Zhumei.
"How are you, Zhanran?" Master Zhumei asked with a smile while sitting on the horse.
Li Muchan shook his head: "Uncle, the evil spirit here is too strong, so we should go somewhere else."
"A vicious aura?" Master Zhumei frowned.
Li Muchan nodded and sighed: "This temple is too ominous and unlucky to live in. It's better to avoid it. Let's look for it somewhere else."
"You are still a monk!" Master Zhumei laughed, shook his head and said: "What's the point of a haunted house? We are not staying for a long time, just one night, so there is no hindrance."
Li Muchan frowned: "Uncle, I have an ominous feeling, so I'd better go elsewhere."
Wen Yinyue said: "Uncle, junior brother's intuition is very accurate, it's better to live somewhere else."
"I don't believe in evil!" Master Zhumei shook his head and said with a smile: "I would like to see which evil spirits and monsters dare to come over. I will strike each one with my sword!"
Her eyes were bright and her expression was high.
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying no more. This uncle looked gentle, but he had a stubborn temper and was a bit stubborn. The situation is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change.
Wen Yinyue looked over, the two looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed.
Master Zhumei waved his hand: "Let's go, rest in the temple tonight, and set off early tomorrow!"
She knocked the horse's belly, got out, took the lead and rushed towards the woods, towards the temple halfway up the mountain. The crowd followed closely behind, and the sound of horse hooves rumbled.
Master Zhumei entered the temple, and after looking at it, she felt that Li Muchan was making a fuss, and there was no sense of gloom at all. Although it was old and dilapidated, it was nothing.
Li Muchan didn't say anything more. After entering the main hall, he directly found a corner and sat down. He closed his eyes and practiced his martial arts skills, and stepped up his practice of dragon slaying skills.
He was looking forward to the power of the Dragon Slayer and wished he could master it all at once.
Wen Yinyue's heartstrings were tense all the time, and she tried to persuade Master Zhumei to find another place to rest. She believed Li Muchan's words.
Master Zhumei waved her hand impatiently, signaling Wen Yinyue to shut up, and then sat down to do her exercises.