At noon, the Maoshan sect, also in Jiangnan Province, suddenly received a group of uninvited guests.
It is said that the visitor was full of killing intent and fierce. After hearing the news, the Taoist priests of the Maoshan sect came out in full force and guarded the mountain gate with swords, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Senior brother, with our formation, are there any demons and ghosts trying to attack the mountain? Who is so ignorant that he wants to challenge our Maoshan sect?"
"It's not a monster, but it's much scarier than a monster! Didn't you hear? This is Yan Shouyi!"
"Yan Shouyi? God of Death? Damn it, what is he doing in our Maoshan!"
"God knows, but I heard early this morning that Yan Shouyi compiled a Taoist code of folk religion and passed it on to all the successors of folk religions unconditionally. Now the whole folk religion is boiling. They are grateful to Yan Shouyi.
Look up to him!"
"Ah...Senior brother, our famous sects and the folk sects are like fire and water. Do you think it is Yan Shouyi who unified the folk sects? Now that he wants to attack the famous sects, we should attack our Maoshan first?"
"Ahem! Don't talk nonsense...but I'm really a little scared..."
The Maoshan sect disciples didn't know why, but nervousness had already spread among everyone.
Not long after, the disciples saw a commercial vehicle slowly driving up to the mountain gate.
After the car stopped, a young man with murderous intent all over his body got out of the car. Some Maoshan disciples who had seen the world quickly whispered that this was Yan Shouyi, the God of Death.
Yan Shou glanced at the gate of Maoshan Mountain, sighed softly, and turned around and shouted:
"We're here."
Others in the car also got off, including the still charming Jiang Qingxue, the seriously injured Dog Taoist, Miao Ji and Chang Shan, as well as Lao Jin and others.
In addition to them, there was Han San who was placed in a wheelchair and his face was still pale.
Yan Shouyi and others were sent to Maoshan on this trip, and they took Han San back to the mountain gate along the way.
"Han San, you're home," Yan Shouyi said with a smile, "Don't run around when you have nothing to do. You may not be so lucky to meet me next time."
Han San smiled easily when he recalled the terrifying experience during this period.
Judging from his calm appearance, it seems that he has matured a lot after going through this ordeal.
"Thank you for sending me back," Han San said to Yan Shouyi, "I remember clearly what happened to the twin cousins. When I recover from my injuries, I will go to Rongcheng to collect debts from you."
"Okay, let Xiaolong take you away alone when the time comes..."
Yan Shouyi said Xiaolong's name out of habit, and immediately a smile froze on his face, and Han San was also a little embarrassed.
"You go back, we are also anxious to return to Rongcheng." Yan Shou said.
"Well, see you later."
Han San nodded to Yan Shou, said goodbye to the others, and pushed the wheels of his wheelchair towards his classmate.
As a result, as soon as he turned around, the wheel got stuck on a stone. Han San tried his best several times, but not only did he miss it, but he also retreated to Yan Shouyi's side.
"What the hell..."
Han San was extremely depressed. He gritted his teeth and pushed the wheel with all his strength.
Then with an ouch, he rolled over.
Yan Shouyi couldn't stand it anymore, so he stepped forward to help Han San up, and then pushed his wheelchair to the front of the Maoshan disciples.
The Maoshan disciples were still on guard against Yan Shouyi. When he approached, everyone retreated out of habit. As a result, there was always a vacuum around Yan Shouyi.
He said helplessly: "Aren't you coming to take your senior brother home?"
Only then did a disciple react and quickly stepped forward to take the wheelchair.
After sending Han San to Maoshan, Yan Shouyi had no worries. He originally wanted to go to Side Temple to have a look, but he really didn't have time.
After landing in Maoshan, they would take a plane back to Rongcheng without any further delays on the way.
But just when Yan Shouyi was about to leave, there was a commotion behind the Maoshan disciples, and then a group of middle-aged Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes came out.
The leader had a mustache and looked a bit like Uncle Ying in a zombie movie. Yan Shouyi guessed that this man was Han San's master and the current leader of the Maoshan Sect.
After all, the temperaments of the two are so similar that the leader might have been a bitch when he was young.
"Yan Shouyi."
The Taoist priest touched his beard and looked at Yan Shouyi appreciatively.
This is the first time the two have met, but both parties have obviously heard a lot of rumors about each other.
According to Yan Shouyi's understanding, the leader of the Maoshan Sect has a not very elegant name, his name is Mao Xiaosan.
This name is acceptable for a young person, but for a middle-aged Taoist priest, it feels a bit inconsistent.
Therefore, people in the world usually call him Taoist Master Mao or Master Mao. As for the last two words, try not to mention them if possible.
When he saw his senior, Yan Shouyi took the initiative to salute: "Junior Yan Shouyi has met Master Mao."
Leader Mao waved his hand: "You're welcome, you saved Han San's life, we in Maoshan should thank you."
"Han San and I are brothers, so naturally we will not ignore death." Yan Shouyi said modestly.
Leader Mao took the initiative to show up to talk to Yan Shouyi, obviously not just to thank him.
He had heard early in the morning that Yan Shouyi had compiled the "Mindiao Taoist Canon". He had just heard that Yan Shouyi had visited Maoshan, and he immediately welcomed him out.
"Shouyi, if you have time, you might as well rest in Maoshan for a few days." Boss Mao invited.
Yan Shou shook his head and refused: "Thank you, Master Mao, for your kindness. It's just that I lost a few friends in Changbai Mountain. Now I just want to return to Rongcheng as soon as possible to bury them."
Hearing this, Master Mao showed sympathy.
He thought for a while, walked to Yan Shouyi, and whispered to him:
"Shouyi, I don't want the two factions to quarrel with each other. Now that you have compiled the "Folk Religion Code", I sincerely hope that you can take up the mainstay of the folk sect and resolve the conflicts and grievances between the two factions. If you need anything
If you need help, feel free to contact me at any time. Remember, Maoshan will be your forever friend as long as you are willing."
Yan Shou looked at Master Mao and showed a smile.
Not all folk sects are good people, and not all famous sects are bad people.
It is precisely because of the existence of Master Mao, Abbot Ben Heng, Lao Tianshi and others that Xuanmen has been peaceful and stable for so many years.
Disputes are not everyone’s expectation; peace is the common aspiration of everyone.
Yan Shou clasped his fists at Master Mao and said softly:
"Seven days later, when my brother's first seven days are over, I will convene the leaders of all the civil sects to meet in Rongcheng to discuss and resolve the conflicts between the two factions. In addition, I have something more important to announce, and I will also invite Master Mao to
Please help us to show our support."
"Oh? What's the matter?"
"I want to gather all the power of both factions to kill one person."