When these subtle footsteps gradually disappeared when passing by Chen Zhi's house, Chen Zhi touched the long knife on the pillow and quietly got out of bed. He saw that Dazheng next to him was still sleeping deeply, and Chen Zhi did not wake him up.
He opened the door softly and walked out.
After Chen Zhi went out and took a few steps, he saw a large group of people walking quickly towards the backyard in the dark. There were actually hundreds of them.
Chen Zhi put the knife on his back and followed these people quietly, deliberately keeping a long distance to prevent being discovered by the people in front. Finally, Chen Zhi saw these people walking into the deepest part of Zheng's courtyard.
In an earth building.
This earth building is very large, covering nearly 700 to 800 square meters across, and is two stories high. The walls are all gray and earthy, and it looks very inconspicuous.
This large group of people crowded into the main entrance. Chen Zhi saw that behind the earth building there was a dilapidated wooden ladder close to the window. The window was full of lights. Taking advantage of the noise at the front door, Chen Zhi turned to the earth building.
Behind him, he grabbed the broken wooden ladder and jumped up, looking into the window.
Below the window on the second floor, there is a very wide meeting hall. A group of people are gathering in it, chattering. There are all men here. Everyone is dressed simply and has no hair on their body.
Procrastination.
In the middle of the hall, there is a circle of large Taishi chairs, and on each Taishi chair, there is a person sitting. Most of these people are old men over fifty years old, but one is a young man in his twenties.
Uncle Jiu was sitting in a conspicuous position at the front of the hall, and Zheng Da stood behind him, majestic and tall, with an expression and aura different from those during the day.
Chen Zhi counted and found that there were exactly 108 people sitting on the Grand Master's chair. Behind Jiu Shugong was a large altar, and the front of the altar was filled with densely packed tablets. Chen Zhi looked carefully and saw
The altar is dedicated to Patriarch Bodhidharma. A plaque hangs on it, with three golden characters written on it, Dawu Hall.
"These are indeed a group of people practicing martial arts," Chen Zhi thought silently in his heart, immediately held his breath and looked down.
The people in the hall were very sharp in their movements. They were whispering to each other and their voices were very soft. But after Uncle Jiu waved his hand, the room instantly became quiet.
"Uncle Jiu, have you seen clearly? Is that foreigner really carrying a gun?" The young man in his twenties on the Grand Master's chair respectfully asked Uncle Jiu in front of him.
"I see clearly!" Uncle Jiu nodded silently and replied in standard Mandarin, "I can't be mistaken. There are definitely more than a few guys in that foreigner's body. He is full of murderous aura.
Angry, he opened his mouth and said he was going to Guakeng Village. I guess he came here because of the foreigner in Guakeng Village."
"Hey! No matter what he is here for, just tie him up and torture him. You don't have to do anything. Let us, the Jin family, handle this matter." After the young man sitting on the Taishi chair finished these words.
, cheers sounded from behind.
"No." Uncle Jiu shook his head gently and glanced at the young man. The young man immediately did not dare to speak.
"Xiao Jinzi, you have just taken charge of the family. You should be careful not to be too impatient in everything, and be merciful to others. Our Zheng family has been praised by all the clans. We have controlled this town for many years without any major incidents. We need to know that people
If you don't offend me, I won't offend others. Don't cause trouble if you have nothing to do. Don't offend others easily. The origin of this person is unknown. If he is not here for the treasure, then let him be. Like the man named Wang in Guakeng Village, as long as he doesn't do anything
, we just ignore it."
"The person named Wang? Is he talking about Fat Wei?" Chen Zhi's heart moved, and he opened his breath and let out a big breath.
But at this moment, the hall suddenly became quiet, everyone froze there without making a sound, and Uncle Jiu's face seemed to be covered with glue, slowly twisting, as seen from Chen Zhi's hiding place.
"No, these practitioners are so powerful, you can even hear them with one breath." Chen Zhi screamed in his heart, but he didn't hesitate. He jumped downstairs with his legs and then shook his body.
His legs ran wildly towards the house where he slept.
Along the way, Chen Zhi didn't feel like anyone was chasing him. When he ran to the door of the house, he shouted, "Dazheng, get up, we're leaving here soon." After saying that, he opened the door with a bang.
But when the door opened, Chen Zhi was stunned. He saw Jiu Shugong and his group standing in the room. Xiao Jinzi, who was sitting on the Taishi chair just now and talking, was pressing Dazheng on the bed. Dazheng opened his eyes roundly.
His eyes were wide open and his face was full of panic, not knowing what was going on.
Chen Zhi took a step back, tried hard to adjust his breathing, touched the gun with his right hand, and watched the actions of this group of people with vigilant eyes.
Seeing Chen Zhi touching the gun, Uncle Jiu immediately raised his hand and warned, "Little brother, trust me, don't move!"
Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Chen Zhicai noticed that there were people hanging on the beams of the house. The thing in his hand shone coldly in the dark, indicating that it was a hidden weapon.
Uncle Jiu saw Chen Zhi put down his hand on the gun, coughed slightly, walked over lightly, and gave Chen Zhi a fist.
"Little brother, the old man's name is Zheng Tai. He is only one hundred and one years old. I was offended just now."
Uncle Jiu now speaks standard Mandarin without a word of dialect. He is full of imposing aura. It can be seen from his gestures that this old man is definitely not a mortal.
Uncle Jiu continued to say:
"The Guakeng Village you are looking for is located behind two mountains, deep in the dense forest. It is a very closed village. The village is filled with aborigines who have lived there for dozens of generations. We have no contact with them at all.
Our town has a lot of rules and clans. Every matter must be discussed together by the common people. Our ancestors have agreed upon the rules a few generations ago. People from every clan are not allowed to enter the back mountains privately. If you are in the mountains,
If something happens, people from 108 clans must gather together and go into the mountains to solve it. This rule has been maintained for hundreds of years and has never been broken, so we can't do anything about your matter, I'm sorry."
After Uncle Jiu finished speaking, he hugged his fist very humbly.
At this time, Dazheng, who was pinned on the bed, couldn't stand it anymore and shouted loudly, "I said, old man, why are you so stubborn? How much money can you make selling those two pieces of bacon on the roadside? You will lead us
A trip to the mountains will definitely be enough for you to sell cured meat for half a year. Why do you care about those old-fashioned rules? Besides, if you don’t want to go, don’t go. Why bother to mobilize people like this? People who don’t know better think you are going to rob us!
"
"Don't talk nonsense," Chen Zhi yelled to stop, and turned around and said to Uncle Jiu very politely, "Old man, I'm offended, we'll leave at dawn."