Chapter 90 New clues
No wonder I felt something was wrong in the mountain temple just now. It was too new. Even if it was renovated and rebuilt, there would be shadows of the old buildings. But that temple was new from the inside out. It was at most a hundred years old and there was not a trace of real antiquity.
This is not the earliest mountain temple.
Zhao Yushu narrowed his eyes, and his gaze followed the old witch's traces from the mountain temple all the way to the deep mountains. Among the green, there was a faint hint of gray.
Zhao Yushu leaped down and rushed towards the place he had discovered.
Two fast horses were galloping on the official road, heading towards Jiufeng Mountain. On the horses were a man and a woman. The man was nearly middle-aged and not very good-looking, with a trace of worry on his face, while the woman revealed an irrepressible anxiety and eagerness to try.
"Sir, the old man has already gone to deploy the troops. Why don't we wait a little longer?" the middle-aged man said with a frown.
"Human lives are at stake. If we delay for a moment, the children will be in greater danger. Besides, the only people available are mortals. If we want to find another cultivator, we don't know when it will take."
"According to the county magistrate, there might be something strange about the mountain god. With our cultivation, it might be difficult to deal with it. And this is the first time you have taken charge of such a matter independently..."
"Okay, it's our duty, no need to say more," the woman frowned and interrupted the middle-aged man.
These two people were exactly the monks who happened to be passing by and were invited by the government after Erhu went down the mountain to report to the authorities. Because they held official positions, they could not shirk their responsibilities when encountering such matters. However, Erhu had reported to the authorities nearby, and the county magistrate had gone through a lot of trouble to invite the two people, but it took them a lot of effort. If they had not been riding fast horses all the way, they would definitely not have arrived so quickly.
Even so, it was already sunset when the two arrived at the mountain temple.
Even for an experienced hunter, going into the mountains late at night is a nightmare. Before a monk can communicate with heaven and earth, he is extremely small in front of the mighty power of nature. Therefore, the two had to stay in the mountain temple for one night before making plans.
The village chief sent people to bring food and hunting equipment, and the hunters who went out hunting also came back. When they inquired about the whole matter, they found out that a monk had actually gone into the mountains and had not returned yet.
"You mean, this monk was invited by the village chief?" The middle-aged man was a little confused. Compared with ordinary people, monks can no longer be simply described as superior. What good things can the village chief of a small mountain village come up with to invite a monk to take action?
"Ah, we don't know what happened specifically, and we didn't ask the village chief for details. Anyway, the young man went into the mountains to chase the witch early in the morning, and left us to continue looking for clues. But it was too late for us to continue searching, so we came back." A hunter who followed Zhao Yushu answered the question respectfully.
"Did that young man find any clues?" the woman came over and asked.
"Yes, I think so. He pointed out the most likely route for us to follow. Then we searched for a while and found that the direction was correct." The hunter replied, pointing in a direction.
"Okay, take us there tomorrow morning!"
Zhao Yushu found the gray area he saw on the top of the mountain in the evening. It was not far away, but when Zhao Yushu got closer, it started to rain again, which made it impossible for him to clearly identify the direction even with his perception ability.
What was even more uncomfortable was that when he climbed to the top of the tree, he was surrounded by misty rain and could no longer accurately locate himself.
So Zhao Yushu waited until the sun set before he could barely find the place relying on his memory and luck.
Zhao Yushu looked at the half-collapsed old temple in front of him and let out a long sigh;
I finally found you.
A significantly older mountain temple.
This temple had obviously been rebuilt many times, but it was eventually abandoned because it was too old.
Old Zhao walked into the mountain god temple. Under the mountain god statue with only a pair of feet left, a white-haired old woman was crawling on the ground. It was unknown whether she was dead or alive. She must be a witch without a doubt.
Zhao Yushu looked around but found no trace of the children, which made him even more worried.
It has been a day. Even if nothing happened, the children must be feeling bad as they are hungry and scared. And the mountain god went to great lengths to abduct the boys and girls. Is it really possible that nothing will happen?
Zhao Yushu walked towards the witch cautiously. Although at first glance this person did not have any spiritual power, the footprints that jumped three meters away clearly showed that this was not an ordinary witch.
"Please don't die, I'm still counting on asking you something", Zhao Yushu drew out his sword, fire patterns flowed. As long as this old witch didn't have the cultivation level above the third heaven, with his two magic weapons and magical powers, Old Zhao was sure to escape unscathed, and there was more than a 50% chance of counterattack.
He gently tapped the witch with his sword, and the witch moved slightly. Zhao Yushu's muscles tensed up, and he put his left hand in his sleeve, and Madam Xu quietly emerged.
"Mountain God, please spare my life..." The witch raised her head slightly and uttered a few words in an unclear and hoarse voice.
The situation that Lao Zhao feared the most happened. To be honest, he was not afraid if the witch jumped up and fought with him, but it would be really troublesome if she went crazy.
Old Zhao rolled his eyes, put away his sword, walked to the statue and stood proudly: "You bastard, have you done it? You dare to beg for mercy from this god!"
"Mountain God, please spare me! Mountain God, please spare me!" After hearing what Zhao Yushu said, the witch suddenly woke up and knelt on the ground and kowtowed madly.
You better not knock yourself to death, Zhao Yushu was shocked. If you accidentally knock yourself to death at such an old age, who can I ask for justice? But it seems that pretending to be a ghost is working, so continue.
"Shut up! Answer me!" Zhao Yushu poured spiritual power into his voice. Even though the dilapidated temple was leaking air, he was able to create layers of echoes, like a stereo system.
The witch was so frightened that she trembled and dared not kowtow again: "Old man, I have tried my best. There are only four suitable boys and girls in this village. Mountain God, please spare my life!"
It turned out that this old guy was the one who did this evil thing!
"Hmph, tell me what I told you to do, say it again!"
"Lord Mountain God, you asked me to prepare a child..."
There was a loud thunder, and the old witch had just said half of her words when she screamed and fell to the ground. Zhao Yushu rushed over to feel her breath. There was still breath, but very weak. It was impossible for her to wake up in a short time.
The thunder came at the perfect time. Was it a coincidence or a warning from the mountain god?
Zhao Yushu didn't quite believe that this was the work of the mountain god. Unlike the Five Thunders of Mount Longhu, this thunder was real. If it struck a person, even a cultivator who had not reached the inner realm would have a hard time with it. If it was really the work of the mountain god, it could have killed Zhao Yushu directly. Old Zhao didn't even have the ability to dodge.
Coincidence? That's too much of a coincidence.
But no matter what, the clue about Zhao Yushu seemed to be broken, but Old Zhao knew that the clue was not broken.
"You must have a trick up your sleeve, you pretending to be a ghost. Let me see how long you can hide!" Zhao Yushu drew out his sword again and pointed it at the dark night sky, with fire flowing in his eyes.