"Going to Maoshan?" I was stunned and asked: "Old Li, is it safe for me to go to Maoshan?"
Li Mingyao nodded and said: "Why are you so unreliable? Let me tell you, we in Maoshan will have a lot of experts go to the corpse gate this time. We are still contacting some Yin and Yang gentlemen with whom we usually have good relations to go together. You go
, not to mention that you have a good relationship with our leader, but based on your strength, um, just do it."
"Idiot, it's nothing to do anything." I looked at Li Mingyao speechlessly.
"With your strength, you can still show off here, but if you go to Maoshan, you will be a scumbag." Li Mingyao showed no mercy at all.
"Okay." I nodded and did not deny what Li Mingyao said. His words were really not wrong at all.
Although I am indeed very confident in myself, I am not arrogant enough to think that even if I go to Maoshan, I will be a master.
"If you want to go, go to Jurong City, Jiangsu Province. After leaving the airport, find a hotel called Maoshan Hotel. Go to the front desk and find a man named Uncle Li. Tell him that I, Li Mingyao, asked you to go. He will take you in.
Maoshan." Li Mingyao said.
"Huh? Do I still need to bring it to Maoshan?" I asked strangely.
Li Mingyao rolled his eyes at me and said, "Although our Maoshan is now a tourist attraction on the surface, outsiders are not allowed in where our core disciples stay. If you ask Uncle Li, I will take you in directly."
"Okay." I nodded, and there was nothing else to do, so I said, "Okay, Lao Li, I'll leave first."
"Yeah, okay, that's right." Li Mingyao said to me, "Don't worry, your dad will be fine."
"Thank you." I sighed and nodded to Hong Zhuo. We walked out of the Zhongshan Buddhist Statue Museum and found a taxi outside. We went home first. I took my backpack and the guys inside, and then followed
Hong Zhuo and the two took a car to the airport and bought two tickets to Jurong City, Jiangsu Province.
The flight was at five o'clock, and it was only four o'clock in the afternoon. Hong Zhuo and I sat bored in the airport waiting room and chatted.
Soon Hong Zhuo and I got on the plane. Jurong City. The airport in Jurong City is not too big. It is indeed a little smaller compared to international airports like Chengdu, Chongqing. Hong Zhuo and I got off the plane and carried our bags on our backs.
Luggage leaving the airport.
It was already 7:30 pm when we walked out of the airport.
"Lao Hong, you said it's already late at night, can we still go to Maoshan?" I asked Hong Zhuo next to me as I walked outside the airport.
"It should be okay." Hong Zhuo shook his head.
We took a taxi and asked about the Maoshan Hotel. As soon as the driver heard what we mentioned, he smiled and said, "You two, the business of that small shop is very poor, and the room is not clean, otherwise
I will introduce you two to a store with special services."
"What special service?" I became interested as soon as I heard it.
Hong Zhuo glared at me and said, "Master, this is the Maoshan Hotel. We have friends going there."
Many of these drivers are outside and get kickbacks. If you take someone there, you will get a kickback, so they told us this.
After hearing this, the driver stopped talking and drove for about twenty minutes before stopping on a small street.
The street looks quite shabby, a bit like a small county town, and the place where the driver stopped is a Maoshan Hotel.
The hotel's signboard looks like it's about to fall off, it's rusty, and the front door also has two wooden doors. These two doors give people a feeling that they will collapse at any time.
"This place is really chilly." I shook my head.
Hong Zhuo also nodded and said: "According to Li Mingyao, this place can be regarded as a product of Maoshan. How did it become like this?"
As we talked, we pushed open the wooden door and walked in.
The lights inside the hotel are very dim, and the lights in the lobby seem to be broken. They flicker from time to time. This scene is like filming a ghost movie. It's strange that business can get better.
"Is there anyone there?" I shouted inside.
"Are you two staying at the hotel?" Suddenly a business message came to my ears, which made me tremble all over.
I looked to the side and saw an old man in his sixties or seventies in a corner on the left side, dressed in rags, lying on a chair and smoking.
"Ahem, um, is this Uncle Li? We are friends of Li Mingyao. We are going to Maoshan for something, and I hope you can show us the way." I said with a smile.
"Going to Maoshan? Can't we just find a tour guide?" The old man looked careless, as if he didn't really want to talk to us.
"We came here because of the Corpse Gate incident, and we asked the old gentleman to lead us out." Hong Zhuo said, cupping his hands.
Hearing Hong Zhuo mention the Corpse Gate, the old man's eyes lit up: "Okay, okay, come with me, two little babies."
After saying that, the old gentleman stood up from his chair, hunched his back, and walked outside. Li Mingyao and I quickly followed.
There was a van parked in front of the hotel. The old man sat in the driver's seat and said to us, "Come on up."
Only after I got on the bus did I realize that there were a lot of mahogany swords and talismans on the van.
Looking at my confused eyes, the old man said: "There are many monsters sealed on top of our Maoshan Mountain. These monsters may run out one day, so our disciples outside also bring things with them. If any situation arises, they must support Maoshan Mountain.
"
"Yeah." I nodded.
The old man looked older, but he was not slow at all when driving. A minivan gave him the feeling of driving a sports car.
The drive lasted about thirty minutes, and we didn't talk the entire time.
The main thing is that I don’t know what to talk about writing with such an old man. They say there is a generation gap between the ages of three and this old man. There is probably more than a dozen generations between me and this old man. I really have nothing to talk about.
Soon the old gentleman drove us to the bottom of a mountain.
The old gentleman stopped just in front of the steps.
When I got off the car, I looked up and saw, this is Maoshan?
Although it was late at night, I could still vaguely see the outline of Maoshan. The whole Maoshan was very big. Before I came here, I thought it was just a small hillside with a gymnasium on it. Now it seems that it is more than that.
"Here." The old man took out a wooden yellow sign: "This is our Maoshan pass. If you go up and show this, someone will naturally arrange a place for you two. But you can't run around at night. There are many seals on the mountain.
If you accidentally let the monster out, you'll be in trouble."
"I understand." Hong Zhuo and I nodded.
Then Hong Zhuo and I stepped on the steps and walked slowly up the mountain. Although Maoshan Mountain is not steep, climbing the mountain is really tiring. After walking for a while, my back was so tired that it became wet.
But I also saw that there was a vague shadow of a gourd on Maoshan Mountain.