Wang Yan was rescued by the Eternal Life Heavenly Palace, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, Xu Long will not encounter any more trouble outside this world.
After all, with the Reincarnation Temple watching over them, the Eternal Life Heavenly Palace must have paid a very heavy price to take Wang Yan away.
Just imagine how the Rebirth Temple redeemed Maitreya from Xu Long in the past; the resources they paid far exceeded the resources Maitreya himself had to provide.
Given the stinginess of the Main God of the Reincarnation Temple, Xu Long would be in trouble if he didn't squeeze a layer of skin off the Eternal Life Heavenly Palace.
"Since the old fox and the mother fox can't be found, let's try to find the lame fox instead."
Xu Long pointed, and the Divination Talisman quietly appeared.
The talisman ignited without fire, and a strange fluctuation entered my senses.
As expected, it couldn't be found.
"Forget it, if we can't find it, we can't find it. I have other ways."
Xu Long shook his head; he didn't linger there.
During the previous battle with Wang Yan, the dissipated energy entered the area of Mount Yunmeng.
However, it did not cause any damage to Mount Yunmeng; instead, it simply disappeared.
There's no doubt that Yuan Gong is watching this place closely.
If we stay here any longer, who knows what might happen?
Although Xu Long was arrogant, he did not believe that he could defeat Yuan Gong, a true Kami.
Avoid doing anything reckless unless absolutely necessary.
Before leaving, however, Xu Long took out a jar of fine wine, placed it on the ground, and then disappeared.
This is a wine he brewed using a variety of grains, flowers, and fruits, and has been treasured for over a century.
It doesn't have any special effects, it just tastes good.
It has both the rich aroma of grains and the fresh sweetness of fruits.
Take a small sip, and the aftertaste is endless.
He left this jar of wine as a Yuan Gong.
After all, he and Yuan Gong were not enemies, so he should try to maintain a good relationship if possible.
Ji Province City stands a temple called the Hanging Temple.
Because the government has been cracking down on all sorts of charlatan monks and Daoist priests, these temples have gradually declined.
The Hanging Temple is naturally included.
Without the donations from worshippers and without the support of the government, the temple is finding it increasingly difficult to survive.
Many monks had left, leaving only an old monk and a young monk.
Having no relatives or friends, the two monks planted some fruits, vegetables, and grains in the temple to barely make ends meet.
Prosperity and decline are opposites, and also form a cycle.
Because the Hanging Temple was far from Ji Province City and was suppressed by the government, it gradually became less and less visited.
Occasionally, someone will go in to pray; these are usually villagers from the surrounding area.
However, at some point, a rumor began to spread.
There are ghosts inside the Hanging Temple!
At first, many people just took it as a joke.
After all, demons and monsters are too far removed from ordinary people. Besides, the Hanging Temple is, after all, Buddha's territory; how could it possibly be haunted?
However, at some point, the nightmare began to spread to several surrounding villages.
Many people have had the same nightmare, and some can even clearly recall the details after waking up.
The news spread far and wide, and when the government learned of it, they immediately sent people to investigate.
Sure enough, the soldiers also had nightmares, the same nightmares as the villagers.
As a result, some curious practitioners entered the Hanging Temple to explore.
There was nothing there except for an old monk and a young monk.
The arrival of these people did not save the Hanging Temple; instead, it made Hanging Temple even more dilapidated.
But the old monk didn't care anymore; he'd live a little longer each day, since he couldn't take anything with him when he died anyway.
All was quiet, and a cool breeze was blowing.
The bright moonlight shone on the earth, obscuring all the starlight around it.
Piao Guochang walked along the path, his face full of doubt.
He was a scholar, a proper scholar.
Well-read, knowledgeable in etiquette, and able to distinguish right from wrong, one who never does anything against their conscience naturally has nothing to fear from ghosts knocking at their door.
But for some reason, he now feels extremely guilty.
Piao Guochang seems to have walked through here, but I can't remember where he came from.
At first, he thought he had misremembered.
But as he continued forward, he became more and more certain that he had definitely been here before.
There was a big rock in front of me, and a toad was squatting underneath it. After I moved it, the toad pounced on my face.
Piao Guochang muttered to himself, and after walking for a while, he indeed saw a large rock.
After a slight hesitation, Piao Guochang decided to verify it.
Humans are like that; even knowing there's danger ahead, they can't control their curiosity.
Even after cultivating to the point of transcendence, one still cannot completely control oneself.
With great effort, he moved the stone aside, and sure enough, a toad pounced on his face.
"Ah!"
Piao Guochang couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, then hurriedly tore the toad off and threw it away.
It was sticky and slippery, and it felt really disgusting.
And perhaps because of the pressure, the toad urinated into his mouth.
It's bitter, astringent, and disgusting.
Piao Guochang desperately wanted to leave, but his mind was a jumbled mess, and he was even somewhat unable to control himself.
She clearly does whatever she wants, and she clearly remembers many things.
But whenever he wanted to leave, the thought would immediately vanish.
"There's a wild grape vine up ahead, watered with human blood."
Piao Guochang murmured to himself, and despite his fear, he found the wild grape vine and pulled it out.
Pfft!
A spurt of blood shot into his face, turning Piao Guochang deathly pale.
This wild grape vine was rooted inside the heart of a corpse; if it were pulled out, the heart would rupture.
Piao Guochang licked his lips; it tasted fishy and smelly, clearly rotten.
"Keep walking, it's an old man."
Piao Guochang muttered to himself, his spirit gradually becoming numb.
But at that moment, he suddenly realized something: apart from the old man in front of him, he couldn't remember anything else.
"This..."
Piao Guochang's spirits lifted; he was eager to see the old man and find out what would happen next.
They ran wildly, and even if they fell, they immediately got up.
Piao Guochang ran to the foot of the mountain and indeed saw an old man.
The bright moon hangs high overhead, and atop a low hill stands a dilapidated temple.
Piao Guochang didn't go up; instead, he went to the old man.
"Old man, where is this place? Why don't you go home?"
Piao Guochang was very polite because he really hoped to get an answer from the old man.
What exactly is this place? And why did I come here?
Whether he didn't hear Piao Guochang's words clearly or was deliberately not answering, the old man squatted on the ground, scratching at the ground with his hands.
"Old man? Old man?"
Piao Guochang took a step forward and was immediately horrified.
The old man's fingernails had all fallen off, exposing the bones at the ends.
Crimson blood seeped into the soil, staining a small area around it red.
The old man seemed oblivious, continuing to dig with his rotten fingers.
"You..."
Piao Guochang instinctively took two steps back; he wanted to run away, but his legs wouldn't obey him.
Not only were his legs out of control, but his mouth was also uncontrollably open.
"Grandpa, what are you doing?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Piao Guochang broke out in a cold sweat.
His intuition told him that something bad was about to happen.
Sure enough, after hearing his words, the old man slowly raised his head.
Upon seeing his face, Piao Guochang was so terrified he almost peed himself.
The face was almost completely rotten, with two eyeballs dangling in their sockets. As the old man moved, one of the eyeballs actually fell out.
Snap!
The faint sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet night. Piao Guochang cried out in surprise and sat bolt upright in bed.
Whoosh!
After taking a few deep breaths, the cold sweat on Piao Guochang's body slowly disappeared.
It's so real, so real that it's impossible to distinguish it from fake.
"I've had this dream three times."
Piao Guochang muttered to himself, his face ashen.
The first time he had a dream, he was startled awake by a toad. The second time, he was startled awake by foul-smelling blood gushing from beneath wild grapes.
After that, this is the last time, and it's the last time so far.
If it's a fourth time, I think I'll be able to get inside the temple.
Piao Guochang- chang was terrified, but he quickly made a decision.
He was going to go inside that temple to find out what was going on!
Piao Guochang knew where the temple was because he had walked that place many times.
The Hanging Temple is less than 20 miles from here.
It takes two hours to walk there.
"Sigh, a fox made me go through all this trouble."
Xu Long sighed, his teeth itching with hatred.
Unable to find any information, he tried another method.
For example, one could use divination to predict where the lame fox would cause trouble.
After hundreds of divinations and narrowing down the search area time and time again, Xu Long finally locked onto Ji Province as his target.
This method is somewhat of a shortcut, but it has to be said that it is very effective.
The person in the shadows seemed unable to completely sever the ties with the lame fox Hu Chuer. Despite various obstacles along the way, Xu Long still managed to find this place.
Through this period of covert maneuvering, Xu Long obtained two very useful pieces of information.
First, that person cannot attack him.
Second, one cannot directly interfere with the plot.
Not entirely accurate, but pretty close.
After understanding these two points, Xu Long felt much more at ease.
Various methods and attempts completely threw the person in the shadows into a frenzy.
In the end, Xu Long proved to be the more skilled one and managed to find the place.
"Ah, life is so unchallenging. Your strength lies in your cultivation, not your methods. Coincidentally, what has ever troubled me is not cultivation, and cultivation can never be an obstacle for me."
Xu Long snorted smugly and lit another Divination Talisman.
laugh!
A wisp of smoke slowly dissipated, but Xu Long couldn't help but frown.
He couldn't find Hu Chuer again!
"This is really weird, why would this happen?"
Xu Long scratched his head; based on his experience, the relationship situation seemed a bit off.
He had consulted the oracle over a hundred times, and the results always came from this area Ji Province City, within a radius of no more than twenty li.
Why can't I find it again?
Wait, why do I say "again"?
Xu Long muttered to himself, feeling like something was wrong with his brain.
Let's look for it first.
Xu Long sighed, mounted the Vulture King, and began to survey the area bit by bit.
I must say, the Vulture King is really very useful.
It's large, with soft, flat feathers on its back, making it very comfortable to sit on.
Furthermore, as a demon, the Vulture King is extremely fast, making it perfect for traveling.
With him on his side, Xu Long will no longer be afraid of being suppressed by the world's top level.
After surveying the area several times, Xu Long found nothing unusual except for a dilapidated temple located on a hilltop.
It was either bare rocks or overgrown with weeds and shrubs.
The only place in this area that could possibly hide something is that dilapidated temple.
Controlling the Vulture King to slowly descend, Xu Long entered the temple.
This place has been deserted for who knows how long, with layers upon layers of cobwebs tangled and intertwined around it.
If flies or mosquitoes get in, they don't even need the spider to catch them; they'll just get themselves confused.
The wall next to the door was covered with countless holes, and several black bees were busily going in and out.
This is a type of earth bee, and it's very afraid of people.
Judging from the number of bumblebees, no one will come here for at least ten years.
With a gentle push, the dilapidated door, having fulfilled its final purpose, collapsed to the ground with a crash.
Dust flew everywhere, and smoke filled the sky.
The wooden door shattered into countless pieces, and you could vaguely see a few insects emerging from inside, frantically scurrying away into the distance.
It seemed to trigger a chain reaction; after the wooden door collapsed, the wall next to it also couldn't support it and fell down.
Seeing the scene before him, Xu Long silently swallowed.
This temple had been deserted for countless years and was utterly dilapidated and decayed.
It collapsed at the slightest touch.
He had already given up hope of staying here. As long as the lame fox Hu Chuer wasn't out of his mind, he wouldn't be staying here.
Because this place is not fit for human habitation; it would break if touched even slightly, and it would probably collapse into ruins before even one section is finished.
He blew a powerful breath forward, and the force, like a gale, blew the dilapidated temple apart.
That wasn't all. Xu Long pulled out the World-Breaking Blade and slashed forward with it.
After several attempts, confirming that there was no hidden space here and nothing underground, Xu Long turned and left.
Hu Chuer isn't here; look for him elsewhere.
With his feet planted on the Vulture King's back, Xu Long soared into the sky and quickly disappeared from sight.
Just after he completely disappeared, the area above the dilapidated temple suddenly twisted.
The ruins vanished, as if Time Reversal, restoring the place to its former state.
After leaving the dilapidated temple, Xu Long began searching for human settlements.
He had searched the entire area, even digging three feet into the ground, but couldn't find any trace of Hu Chuer.
However, he didn't think he had made a mistake; there must be other reasons.
After all, you might make a mistake once or twice, and you might make a mistake five or ten times as well.
But what about a hundred times? Surely not all of them will be wrong?
Furthermore, the probability of these more than one hundred divinations being wrong, even though they were performed using various methods and from different angles, is about the same as the probability of Xu Long being the reincarnation of the Main God's biological father.
Therefore, Xu Long decided to ask someone nearby.
Generations have lived in this area; it's impossible for them to know nothing.
Even if he didn't know, it didn't matter; Xu Long would just go find the official organization of this world.
We can easily use some tricks; they won't be afraid to talk.