The white monkey seemed to be fascinated by the sweet folk song. It squatted motionless on the tree and listened quietly.
"This monkey can actually listen to music? It's really strange!" Ding Laosan was very surprised.
Mr. Ye stared at it for a while and said slowly: "I'm afraid this is not an ordinary monkey, but a white ape that has become a spirit through cultivation!"
"What! Is it a monkey spirit?" Upon hearing this, Ding Laosan quickly pulled out the black iron sword.
As soon as Ding Laosan's sword was unsheathed, the singing stopped abruptly, and the white ape turned his head and stared at the three of them warily.
Suddenly, the white ape stood up, raised his head and let out a long cry. After a moment, rustling sounds came from the mountains and forests on all sides.
"Mom, what's going on?" Ding Laosan was a little surprised.
"I don't know either. It's better for everyone to be careful!" Mr. Ye said, and he also tightened his grip on the jujube cane in his hand.
After waiting for a while, countless macaques of various sizes were seen surrounding the three of them.
"Damn it! Third Master, you are not going to offend the Monkey King on this mountain, are you?"
"Damn it! How did I know that guy was still a monkey king! Besides, I didn't do anything to him. I just pulled out my sword." Ding Laosan looked at the crowd of monkeys surrounding them and felt his scalp.
A tingling sensation.
At this moment, a burst of scolding suddenly came: "Don't be rude! Leave quickly, don't scare the guests who have come from afar."
The white ape raised its head and barked a few more times, and the group of monkeys immediately scattered and ran away.
The three of them breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly put away their swords. They did not want to anger the monkey king again.
After a while, a person emerged from a lush bush on the cliff next to him. This person had white hair, a white beard, and white eyebrows. He looked like he was probably over 10 years old. He was wearing a bamboo hat with some rough edges on his head, and a hat on his back.
He was carrying a tattered bamboo basket riddled with holes, and the clothes on his body were in tatters, with patches covering the top and bottom.
The old man looked kind and said to the three of them: "The monkeys on this mountain are quite naughty, so you should be careful. It's just that the mountain behind Qingcheng is inaccessible, but how did you get here? Could it be that you got lost?"
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Mr. Ye took a step forward, raised his head and cupped his hands towards the old man, and asked: "This brother! I came to Back Mountain to look for someone. I wonder if I know about Taoist Li Shitong from Qingcheng Mountain?"
The old man was slightly startled: "What are you doing with this rotten old man?"
When the three of them heard this, they finally asked the right person this time. This old man must have known Taoist Li Shitong to say this.
So, Mr. Ye quickly said: "Brother, if you know Taoist Li, please introduce him to us as soon as possible. To be honest, brother, we have been searching for him in the deep mountains and forests for several days. We just want to find out the master of Qingcheng Mountain Taoist Temple, Changle Zhenren.
cause of death."
"Oh...? Liu Changle is dead?" A look of surprise appeared on the old man's face.
"That's right! Just four days ago in the early morning."
The old man let out a long sigh: "Oh, what a pity! But this can only be blamed on his delusion and unwillingness to put aside worldly fame and fortune and devote himself to practicing the art of immortality. Otherwise, he would not have passed away at such a young age."
When Ding Laosan heard this, he thought that the old man had died of old age. He paused and said, "Uh... old man, Changle was killed by someone."
As soon as Ding Laosan said these words, the old man was shocked: "What?! Liu Changle is so powerful in martial arts, who can actually hurt him?"
"With one move, Master Changle didn't resist at all, so it must have been done by an acquaintance, and most likely from Qingcheng Mountain. However, there are not many masters on this mountain who can kill Master Changle with one move, so we are here
Ask Daozhang Li to find out the situation."
The old man stared thoughtfully into the distance for a while, and then said slowly: "I am the old old man you are looking for. If you come to see the old man, do you suspect that I killed Liu Changle?"
"Are you Daochang Li!? Didn't you say that your legs and feet are a little inconvenient? How can you still climb up here!" Ding Laosan asked in surprise.
The old man was standing on a cliff. Even a young man with healthy hands and feet would not be able to climb up easily, let alone an old man who has been disabled for nearly a hundred years.
The old man smiled slightly: "Haha, my legs and feet are a little hard to use, but don't I still have a pair of hands?" As he said that, he grabbed a green vine hanging from the cliff with one hand and flew down.
When the old man stood still, everyone noticed that the old man's right leg was empty from the knee down and was only supported by a wooden stick.
Mr. Ye quickly said: "You are indeed Taoist Li Shitong! Taoist Li has a celestial spirit and is absolutely impossible to be the perpetrator. If we have done anything offensive just now, please forgive Mr. Li."
Li Shitong didn't care, but felt a little strange: "Then who are you? Why are you involved in this murder case?"
"My dear, Ye Feng, this is my junior brother and nephew. We are all disciples of the Zhengdao Xuanzhen sect. This time we came to Qingcheng Mountain. We originally wanted to get something from Master Changle, but unexpected disaster happened to Master Changle. We are also the same.
We are worried that his murder case is related to what we want, so we are involved in the investigation."
"Oh? What do you want from him?"
Mr. Ye thought for a while and felt that there was no need to hide this hidden master, so he replied: "One thing passed down by the masters of Qingcheng Mountain is a fragment of an ancient tomb. This fragment of an ancient tomb
It is related to the lives of all people in the world, and now the ghosts are also looking for this incomplete picture. If it falls into their hands, the consequences will be disastrous!"
Li Shitong's mouth trembled slightly: "So, can you get this picture?"
"No, Master Changle originally said he would give us a reply the next day, but he was killed the next day. What we are most worried about now is that the remaining pictures may have fallen into the hands of ghosts."
"Haha, everything is a matter of destiny. So what if they get it? So what if they don't get it?"
"The Taoist Master doesn't know something." Mr. Ye said, and then told how the ghosts stole the Xuanming Divine Stone from the Qianling Mausoleum, how the Xuanming Divine Stone caused the Wenchuan Earthquake, and about the Fuxi Ancient Tomb
He told Li Shitong about the matter with the Nine Nether King.
After listening to what Mr. Ye said, Li Shitong was shocked: "The Xuanming Divine Stone has actually fallen into the hands of a ghost!? No wonder I feel that this earthquake is a bit strange. There is no sign of anything unusual tomorrow, but the earth's atmosphere has changed drastically.
I’m confused, it turns out it’s these ghosts who are causing trouble!”
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