He did not turn around. He even pretended not to have heard anything.
Lin Feng kept even his heartbeat under perfect control.
Since he could not use spells, his best option was to respect ghosts and gods—and keep his distance.
Just as he had when dealing with the Yin God.
I can't see you.
So you can't do anything to me.
Since he had chosen to heed the Daoist's words, he would follow them to the end.
He was still carrying Old Zhou over his shoulder.
He stood motionless at the entrance.
Before he entered the mountains, one of the Daoist's warnings had been [Beware of the Ghost Owl].
Yet he had run into an owl as soon as he came in. It had hooted a few times, and Old Zhou had ended up like this.
[Do not use spells]
He had barely used any spells.
He had made one mistake, though: [Do not approach temples, woods, or graves].
He had approached the Mountain God Temple, and sure enough, something formidable had been inside.
That wet corpse.
Although there was very likely something on his shoulder now.
In accordance with custom, however.
Lin Feng chose to turn a blind eye.
But Ascension Stockade? This was Ascension Stockade?
Lin Feng found that hard to believe.
If this was Ascension Stockade, then—without meaning to underestimate Shangqing Maoshan—the calamity there had persisted from the Song to the Qing, through four dynasties. Generations of monks and Daoists had failed to pacify that mountain. Even if it had declined, the people of Shangqing Maoshan would not be able to resolve such a major problem.
[Ascension Stockade] was in the [Western Hunan Mountains].
This was [Fukou].
It was on the coast.
If [Ascension Stockade] had spread all the way to the coast, surely the world would