Xu Feng's hands paused for a moment. He put away the paper god tablets and lit another fire. The Sacrificial Flame produced by burning Yin Virtue was excellent, but he could not use it to burn everything.
He simply had a feeling.
Shen Jicheng was a rich vein of ore.
The deeper he dug into the man,
the more he found.
If Shen Jicheng had not mentioned it, Xu Feng might never have known there had been a Daoist temple on the mountain.
Xu Feng asked, puzzled, "There's a Daoist temple on the mountain too? Does it have anything to do with the Charity Nunnery?"
Shen Jicheng said, "There is a connection. The Charity Nunnery has some history with the temple, though the temple did not build it. As for the temple itself, it has no Daoists left and no one to keep its incense burning.
Otherwise, how would the Earth-Fire Cult's followers dare run wild here?"
Xu Feng was surprised. "Why have I never heard anyone mention the temple on the mountain?"
Shen Jicheng said, "That's only natural.
The temple's last Daoist master passed away more than ten years ago. These days, never mind ten-odd years—even a few are enough for circumstances to change and old acquaintances to be forgotten.
Besides, come with me and you'll understand.
That temple is truly remote. The first time I went, I nearly died there. It's no more than three or five small huts perched on a cliff. If not for an iron chain anchored up there, only birds skilled at flying could reach it!
Even herb-gathering physicians can't properly get up to a place like that.
And now there are man-eating tigers and leopards in the mountains!
Even I have found the climb harder and harder these past few years. I had