Chapter 6: Huangtian Shenmu, Wind and Rain Approaching

Standing on the dharma platform was a middle-aged man wearing yellow Eight Trigrams robes, his face gaunt, sporting a handlebar mustache.

In his right hand, he held a copper coin sword, and in his left, a yellow brass bell.

His eyes were tightly closed, his mouth muttering words, and his hands kept making ridiculous movements, accompanied by the sound of copper bells.

On the altar in front of the dharma platform was enshrined an unknown statue, also cast in yellow brass, appearing to be a female figure.

Qin Jiang looked at the yellow paper fluttering in the sky and the crowd acting like they were possessed. A chill rose along his tailbone, making his hair stand on end.

It was like being thrown into an ice cellar in the middle of a scorching summer.

*Woo~~* A low bull horn sound suddenly rang out, and the dharma platform's forward speed increased, directly crashing into the kneeling crowd. It didn't matter if people were knocked over.

The next moment, the entire kneeling crowd stood up and rushed toward the dharma platform, but no one could block its forward path. Those in front were knocked to the ground and then trampled by the rushing crowd.

"Ah! Give it to me! Give it to me!"

"Get out of the way! It's mine! It's mine!"

Curses and wails rose one after another. Qin Jiang was also pushed by the crowd behind him, squeezing toward the dharma platform.

He exerted strength with both hands, channeling internal Qi into his arms. With just a slight exertion, he pushed away the people near him.

However, even so, there were simply too many people, and with the dharma platform itself moving forward, the distance between him and the platform grew smaller and smaller.

In less than two breaths, he was squeezed by the crowd to the front of the dharma platform.

Seeing this, he was quick-witted; he grabbed the frame of the dharma platform and exerted slight strength, hanging himself directly onto it.

Without him noticing, his palm touched the statue in front of the dharma platform.

【Potential points absorbing... 0.1, 0.1】

The sudden prompt made him pull his hand back instantly, his gaze looking at the statue in shock.

He hesitated for only a moment before pressing his palm against the statue again.

【Potential points absorbing... 0.1, 0.1, 0.2】

Before long, all the potential points were absorbed, and the total reached 1.2.

*Woo~~* The bull horn sounded again, and the dozen strong men carrying the dharma platform stopped instantly. Qin Jiang was thrown forward by the inertia.

*Ding-ling! *

A crisp bell sound rang out, and Qin Jiang suddenly felt a sense of being watched on the back of his neck.

He jumped off the dharma platform and looked back, only to see the yellow-robed mage holding the copper bell high in his left hand, his copper coin sword pointing directly at him.

At this moment, he had opened his eyes, staring angrily at Qin Jiang.

His arms crossed, his left leg raised, making a strange movement, and a weird tone came from his mouth. "Since you see~~ the Shenmu! Why~~ do you not~ bow!!"

Qin Jiang stood in place, his eyes scanning the surroundings. He saw that everyone was already kneeling on the ground, looking up at him, their eyes filled with intense anger, looking as if they wanted to tear him to pieces!

The shadows cast by the buildings made his body feel inexplicably cold.

Just as he planned to rush out, the mage on the dharma platform suddenly moved, his arms spreading wide, the bell in his hand shaking incessantly.

"Bow~! Shenmu~~ bestows~ grace!"

Following his loud cry, the kneeling crowd suddenly raised their arms high and let them fall heavily, not caring even if they broke their skin.

Seeing this, Qin Jiang retreated, stepping through the gaps in the crowd and quickly rushing into a small alley.

Channeling internal Qi, his body moved quickly. He glanced back with lingering fear, the cold sweat on the back of his neck blown dry.

Truly crazy, a bunch of lunatics, all brainwashed! That meat porridge, besides rice and meat, must have contained drugs that affected the mind! This Li Yuanwai is definitely not a good person! That dharma assembly, it seems, isn't anything good either!

After walking quickly for a while, his speed gradually slowed. The avenue where the dharma assembly was held was no longer visible. He clenched his fists slightly. In this chaotic world, he could only rely on his own fists!

He looked at the potential points at the bottom of the Potential Panel and recalled the first time he absorbed potential points.

What did the tombstone and the statue have in common?

While pondering, a ray of sunlight shone into his eyes. He looked up and had already arrived at the checkpoint before the city gate.

"Little Qin, out gathering herbs again?" Wang Dali's voice entered his ears.

Qin Jiang nodded slightly. "Yeah, there are more patients, and the herbs aren't enough."

Wang Dali clicked his tongue. "Yeah, it's getting more chaotic lately."

After saying that, he looked around and leaned slightly toward Qin Jiang. "Let me tell you, don't go to City South lately; it's not peaceful there."

Qin Jiang's eyes brightened slightly. "Not peaceful? Isn't it said that Li Yuanwai in City South is opening the granary to distribute food?"

"You know about that too?"

Wang Dali was somewhat surprised, then reached out to block his mouth somewhat mysteriously, his body leaning slightly closer. "He is distributing food, but I heard that several people who went to eat the porridge died! If you ask me, this old guy is fat and greasy; I haven't seen him do any good deeds before, and he definitely wouldn't do this for no reason!"

"I heard from the brothers over there that this old guy seems to have invited some kind of Shenmu or Buddha Mother, seems to be called... called what was it... Huangtian!"

"Right! That's it, Huangtian! Huangtian Shenmu! Right, right! That's it!"

"Huangtian Shenmu?"

Qin Jiang frowned slightly. Huangtian—this name wasn't simple.

This Huangtian Shenmu couldn't be enshrined alone by a single mage; it was very likely the source of faith for some sect.

Shenmu... this world is really getting more chaotic, with all kinds of demons and monsters coming out.

"Right! You have to be careful; don't run around the city lately." Wang Dali patted him on the shoulder.

Qin Jiang nodded. "I understand. Many thanks to Brother Wang for the reminder."

"Pfft, why be so polite? We're all brothers! Alright, I have official business to attend to, so I won't keep you. Go early and come back early; don't be as late as yesterday, it's dangerous." Wang Dali warned.

After Qin Jiang left, Wang Dali's subordinate walked over. "Brother Li, is it necessary? Isn't he just an herb gatherer?"

Wang Dali looked at him, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "What are you saying! Little Jiang is my brother! Do you understand what a brother is?!"

What do you know! Could I tell you that I just got news yesterday that Qin Jiang's sister is competing for the position of Hall Master in the Red Tiger Gang?

If you also come to curry favor, what if you end up replacing me? "Eh, yes, yes, yes, Brother Li, you're famous for your loyalty!" The man, seeing Wang Dali was somewhat angry, hurriedly bowed slightly and apologized with a smile.

Wang Dali waved his hand impatiently. "Alright, alright, do your own work! Mind your own business!"

After the man retreated, he looked in the direction Qin Jiang had left, his mind becoming active.

That woman Qin Hong has actually mastered the Red Tiger Fist; I really didn't expect that!

If I can build a good relationship with Qin Jiang, maybe I can move up a bit in the position of small leader? I won't talk about Deacon—that has strict requirements for strength and must be a second-rate expert to hold the position.

But between big leader and small leader, there's no such thing; it mainly depends on seniority.

If Qin Hong really becomes a Hall Master, and a Hall Master can put in a good word, then the position of big leader will be within reach! This life is really getting more and more promising! Daheishan, the dark clouds that never disperse cover the mountain range like a black crown.

Qin Jiang moved forward along the mountain road and stopped after reaching a corner.

He looked at the dense forest outside the corner, which was the direction of the mound. After hesitating for a moment, he plunged into the dense forest.

Following the route in his memories for a while, a small clearing appeared ahead, and a tall black locust tree appeared in his sight.

Upon approaching, his pupils constricted sharply! The mound under the large locust tree was gone, and the tombstone had broken! After he crawled out of the mound, someone else had been here!

This meant that the fact he hadn't died had been discovered! (End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 7 =====