Looking at this seemingly plain but actually hateful smile, Yang Ji seemed to have punched the air, and a surge of anger began to boil in his heart...
Taking action against the "gatekeeper" would only be humiliating oneself. Yang Ji didn't even feel that he had any limits. But at least, he could still do one other thing.
"Senior, thank you for thinking so highly of me. But I don't think this deal can be completed. You'd better hire someone else."
Yang Ji said and stood up excitedly.
The smile at the corner of the "gatekeeper's" mouth finally disappeared. Yang Ji just snorted coldly, turned around happily, and walked down the mountain along the path.
With the strength of the "Gatekeeper", even if he was tricked into committing suicide, Yang Ji would not be able to resist. There is a huge difference in strength between them.
But at least, he can still choose what he can do.
"Wait a minute."
Behind him, the gatekeeper shouted quickly.
However, Yang Ji kept walking. He had already judged in his mind that the "gatekeeper" transaction, which seemed to be a kind-for-kind transaction, was actually full of dangers and was simply not something he could bear.
Seeing that Yang Ji had made up his mind and couldn't even call him back, the "gatekeeper" thought and suddenly changed his strategy:
"Little baby, you don't want the vitality grass anymore. Don't you even want the pages of the saint's scripture?"
"boom!"
Yang Ji's right foot stepped on the grass and suddenly stopped. The words "pages of the saint's scripture" strangled Yang Ji's throat as if they had infinite magic power.
One of his feet had already stepped out and he had taken it back.
"Haha, I forgot. You call the pages of saints' scriptures the writings of saints. When I was walking in the world, I happened to know the whereabouts of some saints' writings. And I guess I am the only one who knows. Since you have no intention of continuing.
Cooperate, then forget it."
The "gatekeeper" looked at Yang Ji's back and smiled calmly. Knowing that he had successfully attracted Yang Ji's attention, he turned his head, slowly closed his eyes, and stopped calling.
There was silence all around, except for the sound of the cold wind whistling in the air.
Yang Ji stood there motionless with his back to the "gatekeeper".
At this moment, many thoughts were brewing in his heart. One sentence of "literary pen and ink" contained so many things that Yang Ji even felt as if his secret had been revealed.
Yang Ji got the "Book of Great Confucianism", and not many people knew about practicing the "Small Holy Words". The "gatekeeper" did not mention anything else, but only mentioned "the pen and ink of the literary saint", which clearly meant something.
refer to.
"He already knows about my Confucian heritage."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart. At first he was just doubtful, but later he became convinced. After careful reflection, he found that he had used the "Little Holy Word Technique" once in the Buddhist Scripture Cave.
With the unfathomable strength of the "Gatekeeper", it is very likely that he has found out about this matter a long time ago. He just didn't reveal it.
Although he knew that the "gatekeeper" was obviously using this incident to seduce him, Yang Ji couldn't help but "took the bait".
"Senior, do you know the whereabouts of the literary saint's pen and ink?"
Yang Ji heard the sound of his neck creaking and turning, and his body seemed to have lost control, and he slowly turned around.
"Haha, little doll, are you willing to talk to me now?"
The gatekeeper looked at Yang Ji and smiled.
Yang Ji's eyes flashed with light. After a long time, he finally sighed in his heart and walked back.
"The literary sage's pen and ink" has a special meaning to him. It is more than just a pen and ink, it is a force. For Yang Ji, after eight years of studying, it also represents the responsibility that a Confucian scholar has for countless Confucian and Taoist predecessors.
"Senior, let's be honest. Do you really know the whereabouts of Wen Sheng's pen and ink?"
Yang Ji stood still in front of the "gatekeeper" and sighed.
"Little baby, have I lied to you? Although I didn't warn you that this matter may be dangerous. But what Di Xingzhou said is at least true. And if I told you that you might escape death, would you still do it?
This mission?”
The gatekeeper took out a black hand, stretched out a finger and knocked on the ground in front of him, smiling.
Yang Ji was silent. If the gatekeeper told him that the two evil masters from Xiao Zhoutian could attack him at will from underground, he would not be able to fight back.
It is absolutely impossible for Yang Ji to go.
Finally, Yang Ji put down his hands and sat down in front of the "gatekeeper."
"now it's right."
The gatekeeper leaned back against the stone wall again and said with a smile:
"You have passed my test by getting Di Xingzhou. Now, I think you are truly qualified to make a deal with me and achieve what I want."
"So, I haven't had this qualification before?"
Yang Ji asked back. Being said like this would make anyone feel uncomfortable.
"Haha, whatever you think. But if you still want to know the whereabouts of Wen Sheng's pen and ink, you have to give me what I want."
"The gatekeeper" said neither salty nor lightly, as if Yang Ji was convinced.
Everything is back to square one.
No matter how reluctant Yang Ji was, he had to sit down and talk patiently. He could not give up the "Vitality Grass", but he could not give up the "Literary Saint's Pen and Ink".
The "Literature Sage Era" has long passed. Those remaining "Literature Sages' pens and inks" are rare. "Historians", with the "Confucian masters" in the capital, spent their whole lives and gathered the efforts of several generations, they only got a piece.
.
If he misses this time, Yang Ji wonders if he will be able to find out the whereabouts of the second piece of "Literary Saint's Pen and Ink" in the future.
"His!"
Yang Ji took a breath, forced himself to suppress his dissatisfaction with the "gatekeeper" in his heart, and thought about the whole thing secretly.
"You can tell me now. What do you want? What exactly is obsidian? You lied to me before and said it was an ordinary rock. You can just pick up any piece. I'm afraid it's not that simple, right?"
Yang Ji suppressed his anger and said.
"I'm not lying to you. Obsidian is indeed a kind of rock in the underworld. However, these rocks are not found on the edge. There are some evil spirits and Rakshasa to protect them."
"The gatekeeper" said indifferently, as if he was talking about something insignificant.
"As expected!"
Yang Ji secretly resented it in his heart. If he hadn't suffered a loss, learned a lesson, and had the foresight to think of coming here to see him, I'm afraid he wouldn't have told him this.
"what else?"
Yang Ji said angrily.
The "gatekeeper" smiled slightly and took another look at Yang Ji:
"It's hard to say. There may be more evil ghosts and Rakshasas."
Yang Ji gritted his teeth and said, "Maybe a little more. How much more?"
"Several, hundreds, thousands... it's all possible."
"Gatekeeper" said calmly.
Yang Ji didn't say a word, he just stared at the "gatekeeper" hatefully with that hateful smile. If he didn't ask him these words, I'm afraid he wouldn't even say it to his death.
"what else?"
Yang Ji said in a deep voice.
If "Literary Saint's Pen and Ink" hadn't been so important to him, he would have turned around and left by now.
"...In addition, the wind in the underworld may be a bit strong. If you can really find a 'yellow spring' leading there, it is best to prepare an underworld lantern first, or some Hunyuan gold sand."
"Gatekeeper" said calmly.
Yang Ji was completely numb. Even if the "gatekeeper" had more information that he hadn't told, he wouldn't find it strange at all.
"That's all?" Yang Jidao.
"That's all." The gatekeeper said calmly.
"Disciple, there is something unclear." Yang Ji said with a dark face.
"Say it."
"Senior, do you really want obsidian, or do you want me to die there?" Yang Ji said angrily.
To be continued...