Chapter 95: Mountain God Messenger
When the old witch heard this, she seemed to suddenly understand: "No wonder you were so angry that night and punished me. It was my fault, it was my fault!"
Did they stumble upon it by mistake? Zhao Yushu and Lan Ling looked at each other. Zhao Yushu had previously wondered why the witch had gone mad. Logically, she was working for the mountain god, so why did the mountain god scare her silly and keep asking the mountain god to spare her life? Now it seemed that the mountain god might really be angry that she had brought the offerings to the wrong place.
"If you are wrong, you must admit your fault!" Zhao Yushu said loudly, and gave Lan Ling a look. Lan Ling immediately followed up: "I think she made an unintentional mistake. Mountain God, you are magnanimous, why don't you give her a chance to make up for it?"
Zhao Yushu pretended to hesitate for a moment and said, "Well, I'll give you another chance!"
The old witch also kowtowed immediately: "Thank you, Lord Mountain God, thank you, Lady River God!"
"Okay, you will send the boy and girl to my throne before midnight tonight."
The old witch was stunned: "Haven't they been taken away by you?"
"How dare you! I have never seen a virgin boy or girl. Do you want to say that I am deceiving you?" Zhao Yushu was immediately furious. His spiritual power gushed out, causing dust to scatter all around.
Lan Ling sighed, "You old woman, you are so rude. I was kind enough to plead for you, but you lied to me. Think about it, where did the boy and girl go?"
The fortune-teller stood there in a daze for a long time without saying a word. It was obvious that the current information was contrary to her previous experience, causing her brain to overload.
Zhao Yushu hesitated whether to urge her at this time. Just as he was about to speak, Lan Ling gently pulled his sleeve to stop him.
At this moment, the old witch suddenly screamed, which scared Zhao Yushu.
"I know, I know. That night I only saw the messenger of the Mountain God come to take the child away. Not long after, you got angry. It turned out that it was not your messenger at all. I was deceived! Mountain God, please have mercy on me and give me another chance. I will definitely bring you enough boys and girls!"
The messenger of the mountain god? Zhao Yushu narrowed his eyes and said, "You don't even recognize the messenger of this god?"
The old witch lowered her head and said, "He crouched like a deer, covered with grass and vines. I was short-sighted and mistook him for your messenger..."
Lan Ling coughed and said, "If I give you this chance, do you know where to find these boys and girls?"
The old witch lowered her head, her body trembling, and said nothing. Lao Zhao and Lan Ling immediately understood that the old witch was completely helpless and she was planning to go to other villages to trick a few more people over.
"Seeing you like this, it's hard for me to believe that you can bring the boy and girl here safely. You don't even know where I live. I'd better find someone more useful," Zhao Yushu sighed and raised his hand. Spiritual power surged in his palm, as if he was ready to strike down at any time.
"Mountain God, please spare my life! I can definitely do it! Of course I can. Your residence is just over 20 miles west of here, how could I not know that? Mountain God, please spare my life!" Haha, this should be the truth. I was so scared that I became a small one.
The sound of knocking on the ground sounded again. Zhao Yushu felt that it was about time, so he immediately released his spiritual power. The old witch rolled her eyes and fainted immediately.
"You are an official appointed by the imperial court. According to the laws of the Tang Dynasty, how should you deal with this bastard who kidnapped and abused children?" Zhao Yushu clapped his hands and looked at Lan Ling.
"I mean, kill her right here, but my father will be here soon. He is stubborn and will definitely interrogate her before killing her." Lan Ling sighed and picked up the vines to tie up the old witch again. "Just throw her here. If she can survive until my father gets here, she will be lucky. If she dies before that, it is her fault. Brother Zhao, how should we proceed?"
Zhao Yushu touched his chin and said, "I have a question. Is the so-called mountain god messenger really a mountain god messenger?"
Lan Ling shook her head: "It's useless to think too much. Why don't we go to the mountain temple to have a look? I'm just afraid that the journey will not be smooth."
"That's exactly what I meant. You and I will take care of each other. We won't be afraid of encountering those hunters again. How about we set off now without delay?"
"it is good!"
In the Xinshan Temple, the middle-aged monk relied on his cultivation to hold on until dawn. His bloodthirsty anger finally disappeared, but his spiritual power was basically consumed. Now he was afraid that he could not even defeat a first-level cultivator.
At this moment, the sunlight in front of the mountain temple suddenly dimmed, and two figures walked in.
The middle-aged monk opened his eyes and found that there were actually two young monks. They had some similarities in their eyes and eyebrows, and they must be brothers.
Zhang Chun and Zhang Yuan were stunned when they stepped into the mountain temple. They had thought of many possibilities when they were outside, including that there were cultivators here, but they did not expect to meet a cultivator whose spiritual power was almost exhausted, as if he had just fought a life-and-death battle.
The two brothers looked at each other, and Zhang Yuan slowly saw a hint of ruthlessness and determination in his elder brother's eyes, and immediately nodded slightly.
He came here for the rare treasures that might appear in the mountains. The cultivators who came here at this time probably have the same purpose as him. But he doesn't know what he has encountered now. The fluctuation of his spiritual power is so weak. If he doesn't take action now, should he wait for him to recover?
The middle-aged monk did not see the eyes and expressions of the two people clearly, but when he saw some monks coming in, he mistakenly thought that they were reinforcements sent by the old man.
"Can you two please tell me... what are you doing?!"
Just as the middle-aged monk said a few words, Zhang Chun flicked his sleeves, revealing a folding fan from his sleeves. Several flying needles shining with spiritual light flew out from the fan and went straight to the major acupoints on the middle-aged monk's body.
At the same time, Zhang Yuan drew out his sword with a swish. The tip of the sword shone coldly like a silver snake coming out of a hole, and pierced the middle-aged monk's face.
The middle-aged monk shouted loudly, trying his best to squeeze out the last bit of spiritual power, and slapped forward suddenly. The palm wind directly blew away several flying needles, but could not blow away the long sword. With a scream, the middle-aged monk's right palm was pierced directly.
However, the middle-aged monk did not dodge. Instead, he stretched out his bloody right hand, forcibly grabbed the sword, and slapped Zhang Yuan hard with his left palm.
The middle-aged cultivator is a member of the Lan family. He has followed Grandpa Lan in military service for half his life. Although his talent is limited and his cultivation is not even at the third level, he is extremely ruthless and has rich combat experience. In a one-on-one fight, Lan Ling may not be his opponent.
Even though his spiritual power was almost exhausted at this time and these two palms were already his limit, such a fierce action frightened the fledgling Zhang Yuan so much that he quickly dropped his sword and retreated.
"Don't retreat!" After all, Zhang Chun was older and more experienced. He instantly saw through the middle-aged monk's intention and hurriedly spoke out to stop him, but it was too late.
As Zhang Yuan stepped back, the middle-aged monk suddenly drew out a long sword from his palm and threw it fiercely at Zhang Yuan, forcing Zhang Yuan to take another step back, just blocking in front of Zhang Chun.
Zhang Chun pushed his brother aside and watched the middle-aged monk leap out of the window and into the dense forest.
"You idiot! Hurry up and chase him!"