Chapter 263: Temple Master

The night was deep.

Western suburbs of Annan City, Ping'an Villa.

This Chinese-style villa courtyard was a property of Maoshan, located in the suburbs, occupying half a mountain, with a quiet and elegant environment, and few people visited on weekdays.

"You guys stay here for one night, and go back to Yujing City in two days."

The car stopped at the gate of Ping'an Villa. Yu Hua walked out of the car, exhorting Zhang Fan and Fang Changle.

"Senior, why not leave overnight? The night is long and dreams are many." Fang Changle could not help but say.

"Leave overnight? Are you running away? If you're not a thief, why are you guilty?" Yu Hua glanced and said indifferently.

"Fangya Mountain had such a big incident. If you leave overnight, aren't you telling others that you have a ghost in your heart?"

"Furthermore, do you think you can leave overnight?" Senior Yu Hua shook his head.

Zhang Fan was thoughtful.

"Senior Yu Hua, could it be that we have already been targeted?"

"You guys underestimate Qiyun Mountain too much. This is Huizhou Province. I dare say that from the moment you left Fangya Mountain, you were already targeted." Yu Hua said indifferently.

Qiyun Mountain, after all, was as famous as Maoshan, both being among the Ten Great Daoist Mountains in the world.

At this time, moving is not as good as staying still. Being clever will only invite disaster.

"Just stay here. If anyone comes to investigate, don't be empty; just say what you should say." Yu Hua said in a deep voice.

"We understand. Thank you, Senior Yu Hua." Zhang Fan nodded.

"Uncle-Master, disciple Yu Hua, specifically here to pay a visit."

Just at this moment, Yu Hua walked to the door, stopped, bowed, and knocked three times.

"Uncle-Master!?" Zhang Fan's heart moved slightly.

Yu Hua was a powerhouse of the Zhai Shou Realm and was himself over fifty years old. How old was his Uncle-Master, and how high was his seniority!?

"Is there still an expert hidden in here?" Zhang Fan could not help but say.

"This courtyard is usually looked after by Uncle-Master Xu." Yu Hua said solemnly.

This Uncle-Master of theirs was named 【Xu Xuanguan】. Many years ago, he had already left Maoshan and lived in seclusion here, looking after this property of Maoshan.

Regarding this Uncle-Master, Yu Hua did not know much, only vaguely hearing that his personality was strange and his popularity in the sect was not very good, so he left the mountain gate early.

"How old is this Uncle-Master of yours?" Zhang Fan could not help but say.

"Eighty-some years old, I suppose." Yu Hua was thoughtful; in fact, he did not know his specific age.

There was no response from within the sect, but Yu Hua stepped forward, pressed the code, and opened the courtyard gate directly.

"Can you just walk in even if there is no response?" Fang Changle could not help but say.

"Uncle-Master doesn't like to see outsiders; the courtesy is enough." Yu Hua said indifferently.

The three walked into the courtyard, and the scene that came into view made Zhang Fan's eyebrows jump wildly.

The spacious courtyard was actually full of grave mounds, scattered in an orderly fashion, forming a beautiful landscape.

"Holy crap..."

"Piling grave mounds in the courtyard? What kind of arrangement is this?" Zhang Fan's eyelids jumped. Was this a place for people to live?

"Don't mind it. These are old graves; they are Uncle-Master's collection."

"Old graves? Collection?" Zhang Fan was stunned. He understood every word, but when put together, he could not understand half of it.

"Old saying goes: People move the grave after five generations; people must leave the house after three generations." Yu Hua explained.

Since ancient times, in burial feng shui, graves must be moved after five generations, otherwise it is easy to invite disaster for future descendants.

The so-called: Five-generation ancestral grave, connected to the gate of life and death, the corpse turns into a mysterious Yin land, must produce dragon Qi.

This kind of old grave that has passed five generations and has no one to ask about, because the soil has been nourished for too long, according to feng shui dragon veins, has already produced dragon Qi, lurking in the Yin cave, easy to produce disaster.

This Uncle-Master of Yu Hua often wandered in the mountains. When he saw old graves that had passed five generations and had no one to ask about, he would move them back and refine the Qi in the grave.

"Senior Yu Hua, your Uncle-Master's hobby is really unique." Zhang Fan laughed dryly.

To be honest, not to mention in the middle of the night, even in broad daylight, staying in this kind of place made one's hair stand on end, even if they were Daoist practitioners.

"Let's go, don't talk nonsense here." Yu Hua waved his hand, reminding solemnly.

As he spoke, he led the two into the inner hall. As soon as they entered, the grand armchair at the very top caught Zhang Fan's attention.

That ancient grand armchair was actually draped with a tiger skin, the hair color was reddish, and there were some golden hairs mixed in the black patterns. Most importantly, looking at the figure of this tiger skin, it was much larger than an ordinary tiger.

"What treasure is this?" Zhang Fan could not help but say.

"Brother Zhang has good eyes." Yu Hua narrowed his eyes and said: "This is the skin of a Red Sun Tiger."

"Red Sun Tiger!?" Zhang Fan was thoughtful.

He had seen such records in the 【Dao Dao Mi Lu】. In ancient times, in the deep mountains, there were often fierce tigers that received enlightenment, practiced the demon Dao, and harvested the essence of the great sun. After a long time, their flesh and blood were refined like medicine.

This was the Red Sun Tiger.

It is said that a mouthful of essence blood from a Red Sun Tiger is more nourishing than ginseng soup.

Ancient princes and emperors often sent capable people and strange scholars into the deep mountains to hunt this tiger and drink its blood to strengthen their physique.

The most precious thing about the Red Sun Tiger is the skin of its body, which is a rare treasure. Draped on the body, even in minus twenty or thirty degrees, one will not feel cold.

Besides this, the Red Sun Tiger's skin also has medical value.

In ancient times, female Daoist priests often cultivated in the deep mountains, inevitably feeling cold and damp. If they had not reached the realm of 【Slashing the Red Dragon】, that is, menopause, and their period came, it was extremely painful. But if they applied a piece of Red Sun Tiger skin at this time, it could stop pain and bleeding, nourish Yin, and produce essence.

Therefore, this kind of Daoist treasure is called 【Protective Female Treasure】. There is a saying: Girls drink hot water, just move their mouths; sending a Protective Female Treasure is the real good.

"After the Song Dynasty, this kind of tiger has been extinct in the mountains and forests." Yu Hua said solemnly: "This skin was collected by Uncle-Master in his early years, extremely precious."

"Such a precious treasure, where was it collected from?" Zhang Fan could not help but ask.

Since it is a treasure and so rare, who could bear to part with it?

"I fear it was collected from underground." Fang Changle said casually.

"Shut up." Yu Hua glared fiercely at this junior brother: "I really want to tear your mouth."

Zhang Fan heard this and subconsciously looked at the full eyes of grave mounds in the courtyard outside the door, and could not help but show a sudden realization.

So it was a gift from the underground.

"Brother Zhang, don't listen to his nonsense." Yu Hua laughed dryly.

Zhang Fan smiled without a word.

"Brother Zhang, you won't go around talking nonsense, will you?" Yu Hua could not help but ask.

"Of course not, I'm not that kind of person." Zhang Fan grinned.

"..."

"You guys wait here; I'll go prepare rooms for you and report to Uncle-Master by the way."

Yu Hua gave an instruction, then glared fiercely at Fang Changle again.

"Junior brother, don't run around."

"Senior, where can I run around here?" Fang Changle joked.

"I mean your tongue... don't run around." Yu Hua said heavily.

"Rest assured, rest assured!"

Fang Changle laughed dryly and watched Yu Hua leave. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Senior is too rigid; he won't even let me say a joke."

"Is that a joke? That was clearly the truth." Zhang Fan teased. "Don't talk nonsense and ruin the reputation of my Maoshan."

Fang Changle stared at Zhang Fan. Suddenly, his eyes flickered, and he looked at the cabinet behind Zhang Fan.

On it sat a small crystal bottle, inside which was half a bottle of blue liquid, bubbling with dreamlike bubbles.

"This is..."

Fang Changle walked straight over, picked up the small crystal bottle, and looked at it from left to right.

"This is... Shark Saliva!?" Zhang Fan recognized it at a glance.

He had seen relevant records in the 【Dao Dao Mi Lu】. In the East Sea, there are mermen, whose tears can become pearls, worth ten thousand gold.

However, the world does not know that the merman's saliva, the so-called 【Shark Saliva】, is also a treasure. It is said that as long as it is mixed with one's own saliva, whoever swallows it will immediately fall in love with the other party.

In ancient times, many alchemists lurked in the East Sea, using strange arts to hunt and kill mermen, taking their tears and saliva.

Some unscrupulous lechers often bought 【Shark Saliva】 with heavy gold, mixed it with their own saliva, and carried it with them. Whenever they met a girl they liked, they would put the material into the other party's food or drink. Once consumed, they would fall for it, and no matter how loyal the girl was, she would fall in love with them wholeheartedly.

"Is there really a merman in this world!?" Zhang Fan could not help but sigh.

Even as a Daoist practitioner, having seen monsters and ghosts, he still felt novelty toward mermen.

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"There should have been before; now there certainly isn't." Fang Changle sighed.

Precisely because of this, the treasure in his hand appeared to be worth a city. He did not know where that Uncle-Master had dug up this treasure.

"Good stuff." Fang Changle murmured softly.

It had to be said that the collections in this room were each rare, and could no longer be measured by money.

"You Maoshan people are really rich." Zhang Fan could not help but say.

"Don't talk nonsense; these are all Uncle-Master's private collections." Fang Changle put the small crystal bottle back with reluctance.

"Speaking of treasures, the one you obtained is the one that truly belongs to you."

"You mean..."

Zhang Fan's heart moved, and he took out the ancient bronze mirror from his bosom. It was the size of a palm, but it was extremely handy to hold.

"Demon-Reflecting Mirror, Green Feather magic treasure, Qiyun Mountain offered it for over three hundred years, and it cheaply fell to you." Fang Changle envied.

"Use it for now." Zhang Fan laughed lightly.

"Pretentious." Fang Changle glanced sideways.

"Young man, the bronze mirror in your hand looks somewhat familiar."

Just at this moment, a cold voice came from outside the door. Zhang Fan became alert, raised his head abruptly, and saw an old man actually walking in from the courtyard silently. His tiger's mouth had a tiger-head tattoo, and he was wearing a big gold chain around his neck.

"You are..." Zhang Fan's gaze sank slightly, subconsciously judging that this was the Uncle-Master in Yu Hua's mouth, but looking at this person's attire, it did not seem like a Daoist practitioner.

"Within ten paces, I didn't notice anything at all. This is definitely an expert." A voice seemed to be shouting in Zhang Fan's heart.

"Who are you?" Fang Changle said alertly.

"Young man, are you a successor of Maoshan?" The person glanced sideways and grinned: "The Red Dragon Fire Talisman was refined by your Nascent Soul, but I don't see any marvel."

As soon as these words came out, Fang Changle's expression changed drastically. This old man who looked like he was mixing in society actually saw through his true strength and background at a glance!?

"May I ask for Senior's honorable title!" Fang Changle bowed and paid his respects.

"My name is Mo Ranchen."

"Qiyun Mountain Temple Master!?"

Zhang Fan was shocked. He never expected that this Qiyun Mountain Temple Master would personally visit, and find them so quickly.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously gripped the Demon-Reflecting Mirror in his hand and hid it behind his back.

However, how could this tiny movement escape the eyes of the dignified Qiyun Mountain Temple Master?

"Young man, is my Qiyun Mountain's treasure handy for you to use?" Mo Ranchen grinned.

However, this smile could not see joy, anger, cold, or heat.

"Did you kill Qin Ming?"

"Senior, why do you say that? I and Brother Qin were friends, as close as brothers, and it was truly a case of meeting late. I have an unshirkable responsibility for his death..." Zhang Fan was heartbroken.

"I only hate that I didn't use my own life to save Brother Qin's life."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, Fang Changle was completely dumbfounded. He looked at Zhang Fan blankly, as if he didn't recognize him.

"This mirror is Brother Qin's relic. I see the object and think of the person, inevitably feeling sentimental, thinking of finding an auspicious day later to send it back to Qiyun Mountain. I didn't expect Senior to come directly. This is the junior's negligence."

"..."

Fang Changle became increasingly dazed, and for a time, he could not tell whether Zhang Fan was still human.

"Good little brat, wearing a human skin." Mo Ranchen looked at Zhang Fan and grinned.

"In my life, I have seen more people than you have eaten rice. Young man, what kind of heart you have, I can see at a glance."

As he spoke, Mo Ranchen took a step forward. In an instant, Zhang Fan's expression changed drastically, only feeling that the large courtyard had disappeared. Within his line of sight, there was only that majestic body, dominating heaven and earth, bringing endless pressure.

"Let you be eloquent, I say you have a problem, then you have a problem." Mo Ranchen said indifferently.

He was what kind of person—cultivating Daoist arts, experiencing vicissitudes, even if heaven collapsed and earth cracked, it would be difficult to shake his will. From the moment he stepped into this courtyard, he already had his own judgment. How could he be shaken by Zhang Fan's few words!?

"Senior, you are bullying the weak with the strong." Fang Changle's expression changed drastically and said in a deep voice.

"Want to reason with me? Can, follow me back to Qiyun Mountain first." Mo Ranchen said indifferently: "I will notify your family adults to come and lead the people."

As he spoke, Mo Ranchen walked toward Zhang Fan and Fang Changle.

"Old Mo, you are still as overbearing as ever."

Just at this moment, a slow voice came from behind.

Zhang Fan only felt his body loosen. Through Mo Ranchen, he vaguely saw a middle-aged man walking in from outside the door. His appearance was cold and handsome, with a few strands of white hair hidden between his temples, looking even younger than Yu Hua.

At this moment, Yu Hua followed respectfully behind him, walked into the door, and gave a wink to Zhang Fan and Fang Changle.

Zhang Fan saw this and naturally knew that this middle-aged man was the Uncle-Master in Yu Hua's mouth, Xu Xuanguan.

"Old Six, you cultivated the 【Everlasting Skill】 of Zhongnan Mountain, and you are getting younger and younger, looking like an old monster."

Mo Ranchen turned around, the big gold chain on his chest shaking gently.

"You are really used to being overbearing, running here to show off your power. No wonder Zhang Laoer said back then that you are a dog that can't change its habit of eating shit." Xu Xuanguan said indifferently.

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Fan, Fang Changle, and Yu Hua were all stunned.

In the world today, who dared to say that the dignified Qiyun Mountain Temple Master is a dog that can't change its habit of eating shit?

Such an existence, even Jiang Your Majesty would have to treat with courtesy.

"Zhang Laoer... Zhang Tiansheng... how many years since I heard this name? Back then when we swore brotherhood and joined the 【Coffin-Lifting Society】..."

"You are talking in your sleep."

Just at this moment, Xu Xuanguan let out a cold snort.

Mo Ranchen was slightly stunned, but he recovered from his reminiscence. It seemed that the name 【Coffin-Lifting Society】 hid an unspeakable taboo, and even the dignified Qiyun Mountain Temple Master could not mention it casually.

"Zhang Laoer has been dead for many years. He did many wrong things in his life, said many wrong things..."

Mo Ranchen changed the subject, his words filled with sighing and emotion.

"Righteousness is often found among dog-slaughterers, while demons and ghosts are in the temple... The most wrong thing he did in his life was not to make friends with someone like you." Xu Xuanguan said in a deep voice.

"No, the most wrong thing he did in his life was to give birth to such a good son..." Mo Ranchen said indifferently.

"The most ferocious in the world, the Divine Demon Sacred Fetus—how much trouble has that son of his caused!?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 264 =====