Patriarch of Wanjiao

Zhou Yin! ?
  This name is both familiar and unfamiliar, as if it is so close that I don’t know where I have heard it.

  Li Mo raised his eyebrows, but couldn't remember it for a while.

  "Young man, where are you from?"

  Just as Li Mo was thinking about it, the words of the old man in green clothes pulled him back from his thoughts.

  "Capital." Li Mo said casually.

  "Beijing..." The old man in green shirt remained calm, playing with the tea bowl on the table, and said unconsciously: "Young man, your accent doesn't sound like someone from the capital..."

  "Old man, I'm just looking for a living in the capital... but my hometown is in Longyuan Mansion..."

  Li Mo sat down and took the tea bowl from the old man in green shirt.

  "Longyuan Mansion...that's a good place..."

  "Have you been there, too?" Li Mo became interested.

  "When I was young, I went to Fulong Mountain to offer incense... the incense there was very strong."

  "Fulong Mountain!?"

  Li Mo was stunned for a moment, and then his expression turned strange.

  "What's wrong!?"

  "That place has been abandoned for many years..." Li Mo looked at the old man in green clothes suspiciously.

  More than [-] years ago, before the destruction of the Shen Sect occurred, there were many sects in the world, and Fulong Mountain was famous all over the world. It was as famous as [Wanjie Mountain] and was the best in the world.

  Even the name of [Longyuan Mansion] comes from the sect of this mountain. The evil dragon lurks in the depths of Longyuan, hence its name.

  At that time, the current seven major mountain gates of Longyuan Mansion, such as Langhuan Mountain and Yumen Mountain, were all unpopular existences.

  Later, when Shenzong destroyed the law, Fulongshan became the first being to be exterminated in Longyuan Mansion because of its great power and because of its name, which violated the royal taboo.

  After that, Fulong Mountain was completely deserted, its spiritual beauty was exhausted, and it looked like a withered tomb.

  Where do the gods come from in such a place, and where do they get the incense to worship them.

  "Abandoned for many years..."

  The old man in green shirt pondered for a moment, then took a deep look at Li Mo and sighed softly: "Yes...he is no longer here..."

  "The young man was arrogant and proud of his pen, but now, his youth has faded away and his heart is full of desolation... I am getting older..."

  The old man in green shirt shook the tea bowl in his hand and sighed softly, but his old eyes were filled with a brighter light than that of the young man.

  "Young man, where are you from Longyuan Mansion?"

  "Luofu Mountain!" Li Mo felt weird, but still subconsciously replied.

  "Luofu... Luofu..."

  The old man in green shirt was stunned for a moment, then put down the tea bowl in his hand, and his eyes looking at Li Mo became unusually soft.

  "how?"

  "I remembered an old friend, she was also from Luofu... But I haven't seen her for many years..."

  "Old man, do you still know our seniors from Luofu Mountain!?" Li Mo couldn't help but say.

  As he spoke, he looked up and down at the old man in green shirt in front of him. He seemed calm and gentle, but after careful consideration, he still looked ordinary.

  "Old man, this Beimang Barren Hills is not a place where you can play casually? Why are you here alone?"

  "I'm here to see my daughter off..." The old man in green shirt tightened the bamboo stick beside him and sighed softly: "The child's life is hard. He died a year ago..."

  "Perhaps I acted unscrupulously when I was young and killed too much, causing God to be displeased..."

  As he spoke, the old man in green shirt subconsciously looked up at the sky. However, his gaze did not contain any awe or introspection, but was full of mockery and arrogance.

  "Old man, I'm sorry, I don't know..." Li Mo said slightly apologetically.

  It is always a great tragedy in life to lose a daughter when you grow old, or to give away a white-haired person to a black-haired person.

  "It doesn't matter, life and death are impermanent and never determined... How can people's joys and sorrows be easily changed?" The old man in green shirt held the bamboo stick and moved his eyes lightly to look at Li Mo.

  "What's more, it was a surprise that you and I met by chance today... It made me feel homesick." The old man in green shirt sighed.

  "Homesickness!? Old man, your hometown is also from Longyuan Mansion?" Li Mo asked subconsciously.

  The old man in green shirt shook his head and cast his distracted eyes far away.

  "It's still further..."

  "What's that place?"

  "We meet today, but it's fate. As we get older, we can't help but be inspired by poetry. Young man, can you listen to my chant and explain my deep homesickness!?" The old man in green shirt said leisurely.

  "Junior is all ears."

  Li Mo was polite, but there was a murmur in his heart. This old man was quite sour. He was homesick as much as he was homesick, and he even wanted to recite poems.

  "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground..."

  "Um!?"

  At this moment, the corners of the green-shirted old man's lips moved slightly. Just the first two sentences made Li Mo's expression suddenly change. He suddenly stood up, his trembling eyes staring at the green-shirted old man in front of him. It was like seeing a ghost.

  "Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown."

  The soft words are long and lingering, like the warm mountain breeze, and a wisp of nostalgia and loneliness.

  But Li Mo's heart was filled with huge waves, and his horrified eyes revealed deep disbelief.

  "You are...how could you..."

  "When you get old, you can still see your hometown people again..."

  The old man in green clothes murmured softly, and slowly stretched out his old palm, pointing behind Li Mo.

  "You should go back."

  Li Mo was stunned for a moment, and turned around, only to see the mist coming in again, and it was so white that he couldn't see clearly.

  "You in the end..."

  Li Mo turned around again, but in front of him was the cloud and mountain fog. Where was the stone table in the pavilion, and where was the old man in the pavilion.

  The mountains are high, the water is long, and the white clouds are long.

  Next to the stream that seemed like a dream, the pavilion remained unchanged. The old man in green shirt sat alone in front of the stone table. The famous spring was brewing new tea, and the fire was like fireflies.

  After a while, a group of armored guards came from a distance, along the mountain road, and surrounded them tightly.

  Immediately afterwards, an old man with white hair rushed out from the crowd, hurried to the pavilion, and bowed down.

  "You... why did you come here? It's so easy for me to find you."

  "Xian Nu, do you think that after many years, someone will drink this cup of tea?"

  At this moment, the old man in green shirt in the pavilion raised the tea bowl in his hand and asked suddenly.

  "Years later?"

  The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, and then showed a confused look.

  "The tea is no longer there at that time, how can I drink it?"

  "really interesting……"

  Suddenly, the old man in green shirt smiled. He put down his tea bowl and stood up slowly.

  "Perhaps... that little hottie Han Qi is right, he needs to leave a nemesis for that seed..."

  As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired old man's face trembled suddenly, and he raised his head in disbelief. After so many years, he heard the name that he could hardly mention again.

  "If the spring breeze cares for the flowers, can you allow me to be young again... It's like a big dream."

  At this moment, the old man in blue shirt spoke loudly, as if he was still awake from a dream, strolling leisurely and disappearing into the vast mountains.

  ……

  On Mangdang Mountain, deep in the white clouds.

  Li Mo stood alone, never regaining consciousness until the fog dissipated. He watched the stars gradually rise and the moon appeared, with a look of surprise still in his eyes.

  "Zhou Yin...Zhou Yin..."     "The gods are not revealed, and their traces are hidden..."

  "Zhou is the surname of the country. More than [-] years ago, a young man traveled from the capital to the desert hills of Beimang. His name was the Demon Catcher, but he actually came from Xia, Shang and Zhou..."

  "The young man's name is Zhou Yin. He met a demon monkey by chance in Ailao Mountain..."

  "Shen Zong!?"

  Li Mo's eyebrows jumped, and he finally remembered a past incident that Gu Changan mentioned that day.

  That young man from Xia, Shang and Zhou once used the name "Zhou Yin", and he was the world's best master, His Majesty Shenzong, who later destroyed the mountain sects of all worlds and suppressed the monsters of mountains and seas.

  "Have I seen a ghost, or am I confused!?" Li Mo patted his face and tried to wake himself up.

  Was that a short-lived illusion, a big dream that strayed into the illusion of the mountains, or a romance that happened in another time and space! ?

  "Have I been under too much pressure lately when I'm riding a horse!?"

  Li Mo was thoughtful, looked back at the empty mountain road, and then shook his head.

  "I must be too stressed. I will eat more [Abalone and Loach Stew] to replenish my health."

  As he spoke, a different kind of brilliance flashed in Li Mo's eyes, and he took a step forward and disappeared.

  Returning to his mansion in the mountains, he dived into the ghost mother's book cave and started reading ancient books.

  "In the seventy-third year of the celestial calendar, the young mistress Ji passed away. The emperor was sad and was buried in Beimang..."

  "In the same year, the emperor came to Mangdang Mountain and burned incense to offer sacrifices..."

  Li Mo looked at the ancient history records in his hand with a thoughtful expression.

  "Tsk tsk, what are you looking at? Why are you so diligent..."

  At this moment, Gu Changan rushed out from behind Li Mo like a ghost and glanced at the ancient book in his hand.

  "What? Are you so interested in the predecessor of [Beisha Xuanzhang]?"

  Gu Changan lowered his voice, looked around and saw that no one was around, approached Li Mo, and whispered: "You don't want to dig her big tomb again, do you?"

  "What did you say!?"

  Li Mo rolled his eyes: "I come from a well-known family, can I do that kind of thing?"

  "Heijian and you are considered the same sect."

  "..."

  Li Mo remained silent, just glared at Gu Changan fiercely, and then closed the ancient book in his hand with force.

  "I advise you to be calm. After all, we are in the territory of the Ghost Mother... Women can do anything when pressed."

  "Huh!? It seems that you are very experienced." Li Mo said lightly: "Lao Gu, have you ever been... hurt by a woman?"

  "You know Xiao Chen, right?"

  "Chen Tiejia!?"

  "Yes, it's him..." Gu Changan nodded: "He met a girl when he was dining at Yunfeilai Inn... He has excellent kung fu... I mean excellent cooking skills..."

  "Xiao Chen is a good person and has good physical fitness. The girl is determined to be his bride..."

  "It's a pity that Xiao Chen doesn't want to do it. He just wants to be fresh. Who can go to a restaurant every day? No matter how delicious the food is, he will get tired of it..." Gu Changan said calmly.

  "Lao Gu, you'd better talk about eating."

  "Hehe, that girl was too cruel to be his bride, so she later became his bride..."

  "wait……"

  At this moment, Li Mo raised his hand, showing doubts.

  "What do you mean!?"

  "Xiao Chen drank his father's wedding wine."

  "..."

  "so……"

  Gu Changan patted Li Mo on the shoulder and said sincerely: "Life experience, words from the bottom of my heart..."

  "Don't make women anxious at any time... they can do anything."

  "That's what you said..." Li Mo walked to the side calmly.

  rumbling...

  At this moment, there was a loud noise, like thunder exploding, shocking the world.

  Li Mo's heart moved, and he took one step outside the cave.

  At this moment, a black mysterious light rises into the sky from the depths of Mangdang Mountain, like a black dragon entrenched, covering the sky, the moonlight all over the sky is shattered, the big stars are dim, and the ghosts are impermanent.

  All the demons and ghosts up and down Mangdang Mountain felt an unprecedented fear, like the waves of the ocean rising and falling, and the boat drifting across it.

  "Nine Burial Coffins...he succeeded..."

  At this moment, the Ghost Mother came from a distance, looking at the sky-shaking vision, feeling the fluctuations that disturbed the void, she looked strange and murmured softly.

  "Finally we've come this far."

  Li Mo sighed softly. At this moment, the general finally refined the [Lost Soul Flag], merged it with the black treacherous earth, and made it into his natal mysterious coffin.

  At this point, the generals finally had the qualifications to compete for the heir to Beimang Mountain.

  ……

  at the same time.

  In the Wu Gorge Mountain, jackdaws started up in fright, their scarlet eyes fell on the branches, looking at the black light soaring into the sky in the distance.

  In the dense fog, a figure slowly walked out.

  It was a man with fair complexion and handsome facial features, revealing a strange and stunning beauty that should not be found in the world.

  "Nine Burial Coffins... my little junior brother has finally made it." The handsome man whispered softly, but there was no wave in his gloomy eyes.

  "Ying Gou seems to be eager to try... These junior brothers are really disturbing."

  "No matter how hard they try...the big position in Beimang Mountain is destined to be yours..."

  "Am I right? Lord Wu..."

  At this moment, a burst of teasing words came from behind.

  As the second disciple of [Beisha Xuanzhang], Wu Jun slowly turned around and looked at the mysterious man walking out of the shadows with a solemn expression.

  "Taoist Long... you chose generals at the beginning..."

  "That's right... But later I found that you are the most suitable candidate... As long as you have my help, you will be able to secure your position in Beiman Mountain." Taoist Long said with great confidence.

  "Why do you have that?" Wu Jun said in a deep voice.

  For a long time, Taoist Long in front of him has indeed given him a lot of help. Not only does he know many secrets of Beimang Mountain, he even knows everything about the general manager of Beimang Barren Hill three hundred years ago. .

  However, for so long, Wu Jun has never found out the details of the other party.

  "Do you want to know so much?" Taoist Long said calmly.

  "How can I trust you if I don't know the basics? What's more, if you help me like this, I'm afraid you must have an agenda." Wu Jun said coldly.

  "What I want is very simple... As long as you can inherit the position of Beiman Mountain... you can give that thing to me..." Taoist Long said calmly.

  "what?"

  "Qingping Mountain..." Taoist Long opened his lips slightly and spit out an unfamiliar name.

  "Qingping Mountain!? That's just a barren mountain..." Wu Jun showed a puzzled look.

  Qingping Mountain is a mansion located in the Shiwan Barren Hills of Beimang. From a bird's eye view, Beimang Mountain is like a barrier, blocking it behind.

  After spending so much effort, I just wanted a barren mountain! ?

  "You probably don't know... how much effort Black Sword spent on that mountain more than three hundred years ago..." Taoist Long smiled mysteriously, and his cold voice resounded under the faint night sky.

  "He left the Eternal Night Sword... there!!!"