Upon hearing Daoist Feiyun's words, Uncle Yu gritted his teeth and said:
"Excellent!"
Seeing Uncle Yu speak through gritted teeth, Daoist Feiyun did not quite understand and asked:
"Brother Jushou, what grudge do you have against this Mitaka Kojiro you've been tracking down?
And the Mitaka I know looks quite different from the person in the photograph you showed me last night. Perhaps they aren't the same person!"
Uncle Yu seemed convinced that he was Mitaka Kojiro and said:
"There are no such coincidences in this world. His name is Mitaka, and he is a Japanese onmyoji. Nine times out of ten, he's the man I'm looking for.
He murdered my wife. I must kill him."
Uncle Yu's eyes burned with fury as he spoke.
At that moment, Pang Ke spoke up:
"Master, should we go up now, or wait a while?"
Daoist Feiyun did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked at Uncle Yu beside him.
"Brother Jushou, should we go in now?"
Uncle Yu drew a sharp breath and shook his head.
"I'll wait for my senior brother. I'm afraid I'll get too worked up when I see him."
Uncle Yu was still restraining himself. After all, the man who had killed his wife might be inside the Daoist temple.
Hearing this, Daoist Feiyun said to his two disciples:
"Let's wait as well! We'll go up the mountain together later."
Pang Ke and Gan Yue both nodded, so we remained at the foot of the mountain for the time being instead of going up.
My master should have been arriving from the airport soon, so I glanced down the road several times.
Before long, a taxi came into view...
"Brother Jiang, a taxi. Senior Song might be here."
I nodded, and everyone watched the taxi.
When it pulled close