Jian Wu and Fu took the lead and quickly outflanked them up the mountain. Zhang Wenfeng accompanied Chen Qingqiao "very considerately" to prevent Chen Guanzhu from ending up in the cold.
From the foot of the mountain to a height of more than ten feet on the slope, fresh traces of fighting were left in many places.
Countless shrub trunks were broken, gravel and holes were everywhere, claw marks were as clear as knife carvings, blood was splattered, and the remaining animal hair was still stained with dew. All these things made Chen Qingqiao's eyes twitch.
The battle for the Drunk Heart Fruit last night was fierce. Looking at the situation, at least two monsters were involved.
Ordinary wild animals dare not approach Xihe Mountain, which is extremely yin-y.
Halfway up the hillside, another area left traces of battle.
Glutinous rice was scattered everywhere, trees and flowers were roasted by the flames, rocks were broken, and there were also horrifying black marks left by the spray of some powerful poison.
There must be a Taoist priest with extremely high cultivation involved. Who could it be?
Chen Qingqiao never thought that it would be Guanzhu Zhang next to him. In his understanding, the Huaqi Realm monks who broke into Xihe Mountain on their own last night were tantamount to seeking death. He did not dare to do so on a day when the Drunk Heart Fruit was ripe.
Go up the mountain.
He had some vague idea of what kind of terrifying existence there was on the mountain, after being warned by his master.
On the top of the mountain, Wu Ganping had already started talking to an old man dressed as a Taoist priest.
"I invite you, old practitioner. How should I call you?"
The old man was quite old, with age spots and wrinkles on his face. He had a sense of decay. He squinted his eyes and looked at the master who jumped up the mountain without taking much time. He cupped his fists and returned the greeting: "Old man Qingshui Guan Wei Guangzong, but
Dean Wu in person?"
He did not call himself a poor Taoist or an old Taoist, but he used the word "old man".
Fu Gujing saw that the old man was not a monk, so he got into the cave from the other side to check.
Wu Qianping glanced at Chen Qingqiao who had not yet walked up the mountain. He nodded to the old man and said with a smile: "I am Wu Qianping. You are going up the mountain at this time, but something is wrong? I heard that this mountain is not very clean. If the master has something to do, he can ask his disciples to obey him.
Come on."
Last night, he deliberately looked through the files of Chen Qingqiao and several Taoist priests of Qingshui Temple, and found out that Wei Guangzong, a Taoist priest, had a master-disciple relationship with Chen Qingqiao. He was the former head of Qingshui Temple and had resigned less than a year ago.
On the first morning after killing the ghosts, I saw this person on the top of the mountain.
He had to doubt the role Qingshuiguan played in it?
The old man stepped on the rubble and bricks in the withered grass, and shook his head with a smile: "No, he is busy with business. Besides, the mountain has become clean from now on. It doesn't hurt to come up and take a walk!"
Chen Qingqiao went up to the top of the mountain and bowed: "Master, why are you here today?"
Zhang Wenfeng cupped his fists and saluted, but said nothing.
He had heard the conversation between the two people on the top of the mountain just now, but he wanted to see how Qingshui Temple could solve its own troubles?
The old man asked Chen Qingqiao to stand up and said with a smile: "Master Wu, I wonder if you have some free time to listen to the old man tell some old stories? The ghosts in Xihe Mountain have been causing trouble not every year or two, but for hundreds of years. During this period, Qingshui Temple has been haunted every few years.
They would send Taoist priests to practice methods to suppress or kill ghosts. For this reason, Qingshui Temple has lost countless ancestors."
The old man gave an introduction to the topic and then fell silent.
Wu Qianping smiled and said: "I'm all ears. Right and wrong have their own justice. Please tell me, old practitioner!"
The old man smiled apologetically at Zhang Wenfeng, stretched out his hands to greet Wu Qianping, and jumped off the slope that was more than ten feet high. His skills were still strong. When he entered the cave with piles of graves, it seemed that he wanted to talk alone.
Wu Qianping hesitated for a moment, then jumped down and walked into the cave.
It didn't matter that Zhang Wenfeng couldn't hear the story. He had already finished his work, handed over the spoils of war, and the aftermath was handled by Dean Wu and Lao Fu, so he didn't have that much curiosity to get involved.
There were two berries in his pocket, which were extra income. He couldn't hand them in after being kicked in the head by a donkey.
If God does not take what he wants, he will suffer the consequences;
If you fail at the right time, you will suffer the consequences!
Soon, Fu Gujing walked out of the cave with some black soil on her hands.
Chen Qingqiao no longer had the previous calmness and calmness. He seemed a little silent and a little impatient. He walked up and down the top of the mountain covered with weeds and thorns, thinking about something.
Fu Gujing and Zhang Wenfeng chatted about their experiences on patrol in a relaxed atmosphere.
Until the truth becomes clear, the collusion between Qingshui Temple and the ghosts in Xihe Mountain cannot be concluded for the time being.
For reasons of confidentiality and safety, Zhang Wenfeng, Wu and Fu discussed and reached an agreement on the major case of exterminating ghosts and monsters in Xihe Mountain, and took the initiative to conceal the credit he had done alone.
The file submitted above will be a happy story about Wu Qianping's personal command, Fu Gujing's arrangement and implementation, and some supplementary details. It is tacitly understood that the boss is good at it, and the sect's experts are seconded. , the superiors will not delve into it, as long as the credit is solid.
Zhang Wenfeng received a substantial reward, Wu Qianping and Fu Gujing gained fame and benefits in their respective sects, and each got what they needed.
Wu and Fu saw that Zhang Wenfeng refused to disclose the method used to collect the ghosts, so they didn't ask much. No matter how small the Taoist temple was, it might have been famous five hundred years ago, and it was normal to leave some unique secrets.
The method of collecting ghosts is not pursued by everyone in the current environment of rising spiritual energy.
About two-quarters of an hour later, Wu Qianping walked out of the cave with two bulging oilcloth bags in his hands.
Chen Qingqiao hurriedly stepped forward to greet him and looked into the cave, but did not see his master coming out.
"Your master went down the mountain early and asked you to return to the Taoist temple. He said he had something to tell you."
After hearing what Director Wu said, Chen Qingqiao hurriedly clasped his fists, said hello to a few people, and rushed down the mountain, looking a little impatient.
Wu Qianping watched Chen Qingqiao go down the mountain. He raised his bag and said: "There is indeed a connection between Qingshui Temple and the most powerful ghost on Xihe Mountain. It is an old thing from the era of the decline of spiritual energy. I will follow what Wei Guangzong said. Check from the side.
There are two black zombies here, which are refined ghosts. Wei Guangzong revealed them in the hope of alleviating the sins of Qingshui Temple.
He said that he would show his sincerity and give an explanation to the two dead foreigners, saying that there had never been any murders before, and that at most it was just kiddos making trouble. He originally wanted to wait until yesterday passed before reporting the details to Daolu Branch, but he didn't want the sun to come out today. We went up the mountain to check and found out that the old ghost has been wiped out by us. Hey, it's hard to say how much of what he said is true and how false.
This ghost mountain was formed a long time ago, and was used by ghosts to turn it into a gathering place, allowing the old ghost to sleep for a long time. The enchanting flowers on the sunny side of the hillside were also planted in that era, but it was not until the spiritual energy surge that they were planted in recent years. The enchanting flower spirit plant evolved, which blooms and bears fruit every three years.
Chen Qingqiao's ability to break through and advance was the result of his master trading with ghosts in exchange for taking a heart-intoxicating fruit.
Therefore, this is a secret that has lasted for more than four hundred years. In order to seek a breakthrough to immortality, both parties are willing to use any means to achieve immortality. Brother Zhang, you go into the mountain and use your means to collect the ghosts of the ghost mountain. If you wait, you will be the biggest support for the old ghost. .
Wei Guangzong is still looking for me to ask, who has the ability to take away the many ghosts on the mountain? Haha, he can't know it even if he thinks about it.
Brother Zhang’s biggest contribution this time is that the hillside below us is a place that produces vines every three years. By the way, Brother Zhang, could you find out yesterday evening how many vines there are on the hillside?”
Wu Qianping was in a good mood and could hand over three black zombies and two monsters.
But this treasure land, his sect's Dengtian Tower, and Fu Gujing's Xuanyun Temple must share a piece of the pie. From now on, several forces will take turns sending monks to stay in Xihe Mountain, and it is impossible for one person to get involved again. Drunk fruit.
I had previously communicated with Xie Zhiquan and learned that it was Xie Laocai who heard about the strange incidents of ghosts breaking into walls one after another in Xihe Mountain. Fei Ge sent a message and reported it. The berries are almost ripe.
As Jie Zhiquan, the foreign affairs procurement manager of Jiuhe Palace, how could he not be overjoyed?
He thought he had found a treasure, so he wanted to keep it for himself and not let the Daolu branch know about the profit sharing. In the end, he became disgraced and almost lost his life on the mountain. He suffered a huge loss and could not keep silent.
Fu Gujing glanced at the hillside. After the Intoxication Flower withered last night, its stems and leaves shriveled to the ground under the sun's rays, and it was no longer possible to distinguish the Intoxication Flower Spirit Plant that had lost its aura among them.
He had the same lack of knowledge about these strange flowers and fruits as the hospital owner did.
After listening to Jie Zhiquan and Fangcai's explanations, I realized that they seemed to have missed something good?
Zhang Wenfeng patted the torn robe on his body and said with a smile: "Last night was really a fluke. I went up the mountain with a strong spirit. Didn't I expect that it would be such a thrilling scene?
After using various means to transcend all the ghosts to the underworld, we got into a stalemate with the old ghosts hiding on the top of the mountain and the monsters eying at the bottom of the mountain. No one dared to move first. I explored and found five enchanting flower spiritual plants, two at the foot of the mountain. The monsters fought fiercely, so I got a ready advantage."
He didn't say much about the whereabouts of the fruit.
The water monkey's belly was dug open by sharp claws, and there were fruit residues left behind. This cannot be faked.
The demon badger's cave in Tuji Ridge also has fragments of blood mixed on the ground.
What's wrong with the fact that he was so angry that he got two fruits?
"It's great to have five Enchanting Flower Spirit Plants. Brother Zhang, don't worry, your contribution will not be less than yours."
"Thank you very much!"
"It's us who should thank you, haha, we're all happy together! Come on, let's go to Tuji Ridge to have a look."