The Unruly Immortals

Hearing the other party's words, Li Huowang understood Chan Du's intention.

He wanted him to realize the value of Da Qi. Da Qi was indeed very useful. If he had control over it, his Fei Gang would be endless, but that wasn't what he wanted.

Li Huowang's furrowed brow gradually relaxed, "Stop trying to win me over. I already said, helping them is not for my own benefit. I just couldn't stand by before."

After speaking, Li Huowang walked through the crowd and toward the direction of Youdu amidst their shouts.

"As a poor monk, I naturally know Benefactor Zhuge is compassionate, but it is our honor to assist him at the same time."

"Getting excited, are we?" Li Huowang turned around and glared at him fiercely. Seeing that his expression was still calm and unperturbed, he ignored him and continued walking forward.

"I know what you want to do. Stop using these tactics to win me over. My position remains the same: the matters of Da Qi should be resolved by the Da Qi people! I won't interfere with the Dragon Vein affairs!"

"Benefactor Li, there's no need for you to supervise the Dragon Vein affairs specifically. Just happen to do it in passing. As the people of the Vajra World have come to invade, we can kill two birds with one stone."

Li Huowang stopped in his tracks and looked again at Chan Du, whose face had completely healed, "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, since we are already mortal enemies, when we invade the Vajra World, we can seize a few Dragon Veins along the way. I'm sure Buddha wouldn't blame us for that."

"Hmm?" Li Huowang looked at Chan Du in surprise. Previously, when Chan Du wanted to discuss the Dragon Vein with him, he had directly dismissed it.

He really didn't expect Chan Du's method to be this kind of method.

Next to him, Liang Yuxuan from the Bright Wheel Hall of the Da Qi Palace hurriedly chimed in, "Immortal Master Li, this is perfect! This way, Da Qi and Da Liang will be completely bound together! It's not something that can be easily bought off with grain!"

"You think it's that easy to seize a Dragon Vein?" As soon as Li Huowang finished speaking, he immediately thought of the answer. Indeed it is, Gao Zhijian once held the Dragon Vein of Da Qi, and it was taken to Da Liang and could still be used.

"Benefactor Li, since Da Qi is yours, no matter how many Dragon Veins are brought to Da Qi, they will be yours, and the Dragon Qi will be inexhaustible."

Li Huowang stopped again and looked at Chan Du with a hint of amusement on his face. Then he reached out and snatched the rapidly spinning Buddha Beads from Chan Du's hand.

"Abbot Chan Du, normally you don't seem to show any signs, but you sure gather a lot of information behind the scenes."

Chan Du joined his hands together, closed his eyes slightly, and chanted a Buddha hymn, "Amitabha, well said, the poor monk is just a monk. I do not know what the benefactor is referring to."

"Sure, you don't know, of course, you don't know." Li Huowang directly slapped the Buddha Beads on his chest, drew out the Spinal Bone Sword, and quickly bored into the crack.

Chan Du placed the Buddha Beads on his thumb and slowly started turning them again, "Amitabha, compassion is a divine virtue."

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At night, Zhao Wu carried a lantern and hobbled on the small road in Niuxin Village, holding a letter as he hurried toward his home.

This letter was just delivered by a passing peddler who had just stopped by, and it came from Qingqiu.

No one else could send a letter to Niuxin Village from Qingqiu, it must be from that boy, Sun Baolu.

Zhao Wu wanted to find a brighter place to properly read how things were going for Sun Baolu over there.

They had all escaped from Qingfeng Taoist Temple, and their bond was closer than that of blood brothers, so it was natural to miss each other. He had long since learned to read, so reading a letter was no problem for him.

Just as he was about to reach his home, Zhao Wu suddenly felt the urge to pee. He looked around and immediately walked toward the outhouse with his lantern.

After relieving himself, he had just come out of the outhouse when the lantern light illuminated the wood shed nearby. A large patch of green in the gap between the planks made his heart skip a beat.

"What's going on? Why is there something green in the wood shed?" When he raised the lantern again and tapped, the green was gone. "Could... could it be haunted?"

But then Zhao Wu thought again and felt it wasn't right. "No way, would a ghost dare to cause trouble in Master Li's territory?"

Mustering his courage, he hooked the wooden door open with a stick and cautiously shoved the lantern into the wood shed.

In the next moment, Zhao Wu froze in place. A pitch-black ghost dressed in a brightly colored shroud was hovering straight and rigidly in the air.

"A ghost!" Zhao Wu's terrified scream echoed over Niuxin Village.

Just as Zhao Wu, who had collapsed to the ground in fright, turned around and desperately flailed to escape, Gouwa blocked his path.

"Is there really a ghost? Where's the ghost?"

Zhao Wu quickly clung to his clothes and clung to his back, "In... in the wood shed! Let's go! A ghost in a shroud!!"

Upon hearing this, the previously frightened Gouwa immediately relaxed, "Oh, I thought it was something else. It gave me a scare." Then, he led Zhao Wu toward the wood shed.

"Don't go! There's a ghost!"

"Don't pull me, that's not a ghost, it's just the shroud I hung there."

Gouwa pulled out the brightly colored shroud decorated with gold copper coins from the wood shed and showed it to Zhao Wu.

"See, this is a shroud. Remember when Master Li almost died during our journey, and when I bought the coffin, the shopkeeper threw this in as well."

"Since he didn't die, this thing was left over. I figured it's quite expensive, a hundred and twenty Wen money, so I kept it just in case we need it someday."

Hearing this, Zhao Wu was instantly furious, "You, you, you! Why did you leave it here! Why didn't you put it at home!"

"Oh, it's bad luck to keep this thing at home, so I left it in the wood shed. What's the big deal? Even the kids who cook here are used to it."

"Burn it, hurry up and burn it!" Zhao Wu looked disgusted and tried to grab it, but Gouwa dodged him.

"Tsk! How can we throw it out? I spent my own money on it! If Master Li doesn't use it, then someone in the village can use it if they die." Gouwa ran outside with the shroud in hand.

Gouwa ran ahead, and Zhao Wu chased after him.

Given Zhao Wu's pace with his cane, catching up to the fully-limbed Gouwa was nearly impossible.

But unexpectedly, after a short while, Zhao Wu did catch up and snatched the shroud away.

Zhao Wu quickly noticed something was wrong with Gouwa; he was trembling, and his pants were wet. He was actually scared enough to wet himself.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Wu raised the lantern and followed Gouwa's gaze, and instantly felt a chill all over his body. If he hadn't just relieved himself, he might have wet himself too out of fear.

On the dimly lit village path, a filthy, tattered sack full of something was hopping towards them.

The sack was bulging with contents, and the bottom half was wet, soaked in blood. It was a sack filled with body parts.