Luoyang: How Numerous Are the Tombs of Northern Mount Mang

Rumble!

Spring thunder boomed dully, while fine rain pattered down, slanting like silver threads.

"Hyah!"

Sha LiFei bent low over the reins and lashed his whip. His soaked, thin cotton jacket clung tightly to his back.

The yellow-maned horse beneath him was covered in beads of water, and its horseshoes splashed mud into the air.

The spring chill was biting. The cold wind striking their faces was like steel awls drilling through their wet clothes, making Sha LiFei and Wang Dao Xuan shiver uncontrollably.

That was right. Only the two of them were heading to Shaolin this time.

Li Yan's plan still had some oversights.

The problem lay with Wu Ba.

Speed was critical for this trip to seek aid from Shaolin; they could not afford delays on the road.

Therefore, the local old hand, Golden Eye Feng, had planned the best route for them.

They would set out from south of Luoyang, follow the Yi River southeast, first change horses at Dragon Gate Inn, and then take the ancient Yique Road.

After passing through Longmen Grottoes, this ancient road turned northeast along the Yi River and reached Pengpo Town.

This was a strategic pass at the southern foot of Mount Mang, where Mount Mang met the remaining ranges of Funiu Mountain.

To guard against bandits from Funiu Mountain attacking at night, they would pass through Pengpo Town without entering, go through Baisha Relay Station, and follow the old lands of Luhun straight to Dajindian Town on the western border of Dengfeng.

Once they reached Dajindian Town, they would essentially be safe. They could continue to Guodian Village, where an imperial military road led straight to the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, allowing them to avoid the dangerous main peak of Song Mountain.

If they galloped at full speed, they