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Chapter 9 The heart is as high as the sky and life is as thin as paper

Although Luoxia Mountain is the Wang family's territory, it does not prevent the local people who are unaware of the situation from building a temple to pray for peace. Anyway, the Wang family of Luoxia will not have the time to get angry with the local people over such things.

However, perhaps because during the later development of Luoxia Mountain, the location of this mountain temple was quite far from the main road, and as a result, the number of worshippers gradually decreased, and today it has become a dilapidated temple.

However, it seems that hunters from the mountains often stop here to rest, so even though the main hall has long been in ruins and the statue of the mountain god enshrined here has long faded, it is not considered deserted.

Zhang Da and his companions packed up their things immediately after entering the mountain god temple, while Zhang Wei took out three incense sticks from the altar and bowed to the mountain god statue.

Zhang Wei's attitude was quite pious. Because thousands of years ago, when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was not polluted, there were many spirits born and raised between heaven and earth, and the local people could get their protection by offering sacrifices to them.

Later on, the objects of people's worship did not even include these elves, but also included some spiritual beasts with awakened spiritual intelligence and even immortal cultivators.

But later, the world changed drastically, and the spiritual energy was polluted by turbid air. More and more elves were affected by the environment and left their believers and fled into the spiritual veins where the spiritual energy was still rich.

Some gathered together to resist the tide of the times with their collective strength. The force they formed after gathering together is now one of the five major sects, the Jishan Sect!

It can be said that every temple in these five regions that worships indigenous gods may still be alive! They just no longer accept incense and offerings.

So Zhang Wei thought that if he met the deity on the road, he could just worship it casually, since it didn't cost any money. If the deity he was worshipping was still alive and happened to see his offering, he might be in a good mood and give him a chance.

"Master, it's all packed."

At this time, Zhang Da and others had cleaned up the mountain temple and brought a cleaner stool to Zhang Wei. There was also a cloth on the ground, on which were placed some wine and meat bought from the Luoxia City Restaurant.

Zhang Wei sat down and told Zhang Da, "Pour a glass of wine for the mountain god. After all, we are borrowing his place to rest."

"Yes!" Zhang Da obediently asked the servant to hold the wine jar and pour a large bowl of wine for the mountain god. Some wine was even spilled onto the altar, and the aroma of wine filled the air.

"Hiss—the wind is blowing?"

Zhang Wei sucked his teeth, looked at the sky outside which was gradually getting darker, and muttered, "It's going to rain. From the looks of it, it's going to rain hard."

Rumble————

As soon as Zhang Wei finished speaking, a deafening thunderbolt struck, shocking Zhang Da and the others. Then heavy rain poured down, turning the area outside the mountain temple into a swamp in the blink of an eye.

"It's raining so hard! Fortunately, we entered the mountain temple in advance, otherwise we would all be soaked to the skin."

While stuffing mutton into his mouth, Zhang Wei said to Zhang Da and others who were accompanying him, "Okay, stop standing, sit down with me and warm yourself by the fire."

"Thank you, Second Master!"

Several servants were immediately flattered and gathered around the campfire. Zhang Wei even invited them to have some wine and meat to warm themselves up.

While Zhang Wei was enjoying the food and wine, he heard hurried footsteps amid the sound of rain and thunder outside.

Tap tap tap————

Zhang Wei frowned and signaled Zhang Da and the others to get ready. Zhang Da and the others immediately understood and each of them took out a short knife from their waist, and became alert with a gloomy look on their faces.

Then a young voice was heard from outside the temple.

"Master Wu, there is a mountain temple here! Let's go in and take shelter from the rain!"

As soon as the young man finished speaking, a hoarse voice of disappointment rang out. "Have you forgotten what I told you before you came? Don't enter any temples!"

The young man wiped the rain off his face, revealing a big mole on his nose, and continued, "But it's raining so hard, it's too dangerous to travel in the mountains on a rainy day!"

The middle-aged man called Master Wu remained unmoved and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I know there is a cave nearby. Let's go there to take shelter from the rain! Follow me!"

The man called Wu Ye seemed to have great prestige among their group. After saying this, he immediately stood up and left. The others followed him silently. The young man who had previously suggested going into the temple to take shelter from the rain had to give up.

After the group of people left, Zhang Da, who had been watching through the window, came back and reported to Zhang Wei: "Second Master, they are a group of local scholars."

Zhang Wei frowned when he heard this, and his disgust was not hidden.

The so-called tomb robbers are just a compliment to them. Their real name should be tomb robbers! What they do has nothing to do with archaeology!
Seeing the displeasure on Zhang Wei's face, Zhang Da quickly changed the topic and said, "It is rumored that many dignitaries in the previous dynasty were buried in Luoxia Mountain after their death. These rats must have targeted a certain tomb! Hey, I don't know who will be so unlucky that they can't rest in peace even after death."

"Let's notify the government and ask them to pay attention. I'm sure the local noble families in Luoxia City don't want a group of rats to appear next to their ancestral graves." Zhang Wei said coldly.

"Yes!"

After Zhang Wei finished speaking, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all. But before he put the glass down, he heard hurried footsteps coming from outside the temple.

"Huh? Is there anyone else?"

Zhang Wei frowned, and Zhang Da and the others around him immediately drew out their daggers again, but were ordered by Zhang Wei to put them away.

"There's only one this time."

Not long after, a burst of cursing was heard outside the temple, and then a scholar covered in mud opened the temple door, bringing in a gust of cold wind.

"God is blind. Why is it raining so hard all of a sudden? It's freezing! Huh?"

The scholar, who was wiping the rain off his face, had just finished speaking when he discovered that there were other people in the temple, and that they seemed to be young masters from a certain family. His face suddenly froze.

However, Zhang Wei bowed and introduced himself, "I am Li Wen, and these are my servants. Nice to meet you, my literary friend."

The scholar was dazed when he saw this, as if he was recalling the past when he was studying hard to prepare for the imperial examination. After he came to his senses, he returned the greeting and said, "I am Ding Hao, nice to meet you, my literary friend."

Then Ding Hao took the initiative to say, "I'm soaked in the rain. Can I borrow your place to warm myself by the fire?"

Zhang Da was stunned. He didn't expect that the guy in front of him didn't treat him as an outsider. However, when he was about to scold him, he was stopped by Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei took the initiative to invite him, "We are so far away from home, and it is fate that we meet. Please take a seat. Zhang Da, bring a chair for this brother."

"Thanks, little brother."

Ding Hao first bowed to Zhang Wei, then saw Zhang Da reluctantly put a stool for him. He didn't hesitate, waved his sleeves and snorted before sitting down.

"Humph!"

Ding Hao had encountered a mountain flood and had a lot of mud on his body. When he flicked his sleeves, the mud splashed all over most of his body.

Zhang Da's face turned dark on the spot, but he didn't dare to get angry because Zhang Wei was present. He could only glare at Ding Hao fiercely from behind.

After Ding Hao sat down, Zhang Wei took the initiative to pour Ding Hao a glass of wine and asked, "Where are you from, Brother Ding? Why did you run to this desolate mountain alone? And this is..."

Ding Hao took the wine glass and drank it all, and then his eyes lit up instantly.

Good wine!

If he guessed correctly, this should be the aged wine from Zuixianju in Luoxia City! When he was still a mortal, he smelled it when he passed by Zuixianju!

It seems that the boy in front of him is indeed a young master from a big family.

Ding Hao's eyes flashed with a hint of viciousness, and then he sighed and said, "I heard that Luoxia Mountain is a unique view in Yun Country, so I wanted to come here to appreciate it. However, the weather was not good, and a mountain torrent caused by a heavy rain made me look like this. I am sorry to have made a fool of myself in front of you, Brother Li."

Ding Hao then changed the subject and asked, "By the way, Brother Li, your last name is Li. Are you from the Li family, a prominent family in Luoxia City?"

Zhang Wei paused, then showed a sad look on his face and sighed, "That's right, the deceased Li family patriarch Li Defu was my third uncle. He had been studying abroad before, and he rushed back as soon as he heard the bad news. I took a shortcut for this, but I didn't expect to be trapped here by a mountain rain."

"I see... My condolences, my condolences..."

As Ding Hao spoke, he picked up the bottle and poured a glass of wine for Zhang Wei and Zhang Da. He said, "The man has passed away. If Uncle Li were still alive, he would not want Brother Li to sink into grief and be unable to extricate himself."

Zhang Wei took the wine glass and sighed, "Ah, thank you Brother Ding for your comfort."

After saying that, he put his hands on the cup, raised his head and drank the wine in the cup. And Ding Hao, like the host here, greeted Zhang Da and the others very naturally: "Come on, come on, have a drink too."

As he spoke, Ding Hao poured a few glasses of wine for Zhang Da and the others. Zhang Da and the others all looked at Zhang Wei, but when they saw Zhang Wei nodded indifferently, they drank the wine with confidence.

After three rounds of wine and five kinds of dishes, Ding Hao challenged Zhang Wei to a poetry duel, as if he wanted to show off his talent. However, he was beaten up unilaterally by Zhang Wei.

Even though the adapted version of "Song of the Wine" could not fully capture the spirit of the original version, it still made Ding Hao almost autistic, but in the end he was still forced to drink several glasses of wine.

Not long after, Zhang Wei said with a red face and a strong smell of alcohol: "Hickey~~I can't drink anymore...Brother Ding, I really can't drink any more...I can't drink any more..."

After saying that, his head tilted and he fell to the ground.

Zhang Da and his companions were also blushing, their heads shaking, looking drunk, and they couldn't even help Zhang Wei.

Seeing that Zhang Wei and his group had lost the ability to take care of themselves, Ding Hao threw the wine glass aside. The smell of alcohol on his body was dissipated by the effect of spiritual energy, and he became extremely sober.

"Humph!"

Ding Hao snorted coldly, looked at the fallen Zhang Wei with a gloomy face and said: "You, a mere mortal, dare to drink with me? If it weren't for the fact that the knockout drug for mortals takes too long to take effect, I wouldn't have been pretending to be nice to you for so long!"

Then Ding Hao squatted down, stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Wei's young face, and said to himself: "It's a pity that you, with all your talent, died before you could shine in the imperial examination. If I had your talent, I would have passed the examination and become an official. But if I had become an official, how could I have embarked on this immortal road of longevity?

Don't blame me, Brother Li. Who let your Li family ruin my chance? If your damned uncle hadn't suddenly gone crazy and asked other cultivators to destroy my evil spirit raising technique, why would I have this karma with your family? "

As he spoke, Ding Hao pulled out a dagger from his bag and gestured, "As the saying goes, to cut off someone's wealth is like killing their parents. My chance to become an immortal was cut off by your family. It's not too much to let your whole family be buried with me, right? Brother Li, don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame your damn uncle!"

After saying that, Ding Hao's face turned fierce, and he held the dagger with his backhand and was about to stab it into Zhang Wei's heart. However, at this moment, he suddenly heard a gust of wind coming from behind him!
"who!"

boom!
Click————

The sound of a wooden stick breaking was heard, and Ding Hao flew out sideways, taking half of the broken wooden stick with him.

"what!!!!!"

Ding Hao fell to the ground, holding his bleeding head and screaming like a pig being slaughtered. When he saw who had attacked him, he was immediately shocked and angry: "How is this possible! Why didn't you faint?!"

Zhang Da threw the broken stick aside with a look of disdain, pulled out his short knife, and spat, "With your mediocre drug-administration skills, you dare to harm your grandfather Zhang?! When I was traveling around the world, you were still hugging your mother and biting her!"

"presumptuous!"

Ding Hao cursed angrily upon hearing this, then he forced himself to stand up despite the pain in his head, cursing, "How dare a mere mortal insult me! Today I will let you know what it means that immortals cannot be insulted!"

After saying that, Ding Hao waved his hand, and a ball of orange-red flame flew out from his hand. Zhang Da was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly stepped back, but the flame still rushed towards Zhang Da fiercely.

"Hahahaha, go to hell!"

Ding Hao shouted with a ferocious expression, but at this moment he suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and a young figure appeared in front of him, holding the broken stick in his hand.

"you do not……"

Ding Hao's eyes suddenly widened, and just as he was about to shout, he saw Zhang Wei rushing towards him, stabbing the wooden stick in his hand towards his eyes and piercing into his head!
After poking and twisting his brain, Zhang Wei finally let go and let Ding Hao's body fall backwards to the ground.

Without the supply of spiritual power, the flame gradually shrank as it rushed towards Zhang Da, and by the time it was in front of Zhang Da, it had become a thin layer. Seeing this, Zhang Da rolled over and dodged.

In fact, even if Zhang Da didn't dodge, it wouldn't be a big deal. With Ding Hao's spiritual power not as strong as Zhang Wei's, the fire only looked intimidating. In fact, it was so weak that one person could rush through it.

But Zhang Dake didn't dare to gamble. After all, the other party was an immortal cultivator with fire in his hands, and he was just a mortal, so it was better to be safe.

Zhang Da dusted himself off, then looked at Ding Hao's body, whose brains were bulging out after being stabbed by Zhang Wei, and asked hesitantly, "Second Master..."

To be honest, he still couldn't believe it until now. He just knocked a legendary cultivator away with a stick!
He was a cultivator! He was beaten away by me with a stick! I will have something to brag about to Xiaocui in the village from now on!

Zhang Wei clapped his hands and said indifferently: "You did a good job. I'll give you a raise later."

In fact, as early as the first time he saw Ding Hao, Zhang Wei sensed the spiritual energy in the other party's body and became alert. He even used the breath-concealing technique to prevent the other party from seeing his cultivation level.

Unexpectedly, the rural cultivator he met while hiding from the rain in the mountains turned out to be the evil cultivator who raised a little ghost in his uncle's house!

It was a pleasant surprise indeed.

Zhang Wei squatted down and observed the other person carefully for the first time.

"He is thin, with obvious ribs, and looks malnourished. There are calluses on his hands from practicing calligraphy, and his clothes are poor. Combined with his low level of cultivation, he must have been a frustrated scholar before he entered Taoism...

Although his spiritual power was weak, his aura was neutral and he did not have the dark feeling of a demon cultivator. This meant that he had just come into contact with the way of magic...

So, this is a lucky person who has no master to inherit and has entered the Tao by chance. It seems that there is no need to worry about killing the younger one and then the older one coming."

Although it was his first time killing someone, Zhang Wei did not feel sick or nauseous. Perhaps it was because he often watched the uncles in the slaughterhouse next door slaughter pigs while holding his rice bowl in his previous life. Zhang Wei felt that Ding Hao's body in front of him was no different from the pork on the chopping board.

"This person..."

Just after Zhang Wei stood up, Zhang Da pointed at Ding Hao's body and asked, since it involved a cultivator, he didn't dare to dispose of it casually.

Zhang Wei glanced at Ding Hao's body, wondering whether he should follow the example of his steady predecessors and crush his bones to dust. After all, the other party was a demon cultivator who practiced magic techniques. Even if he was weak, there was still a risk of accidents, right?

But looking at the heavy rain outside, Zhang Wei knew that it was not realistic to burn the body at this time, so after thinking for a while, he said: "Chop it into eight pieces and throw it in different directions in the forest to feed the wolves."

"Yes!"

Zhang Da agreed, but he thought in his heart that this was still not safe. It was said in the storybook that some cultivators could put back the chopped heads, so it would be better to cut them into small pieces.

After Zhang Da slapped the other two unconscious servants to wake them up, and they worked together to move Ding Hao's body to another place so as not to disturb Master Zhang Er, Zhang Wei also began to count his spoils.

"Oh my god, this bastard is too poor, isn't he?"

Zhang Wei took a wooden stick with a look of disgust and rummaged through Ding Hao's package. He only found two sets of clothes and a few books. The remaining one hundred taels of silver were probably the stolen money from his cousin who sold smoke stones.

Pursing his lips, Zhang Wei started to look through Ding Hao's books again.

Well, it's a basic Qi-inducing Technique. I'm afraid Ding Hao used it to enter the Dao. But it's of no value to Zhang Wei now.

Of the remaining two books, one records the distribution of immortal cultivation forces in Yun Country and several surrounding countries. However, Zhang Wei compared it with the latest information he bought from Linglong Xianfang and found that this book was probably written quite a long time ago. He had never heard of some of the forces and they were probably destroyed long ago.

It's useless.

The last one is the "Five Ghosts Body Training" which Ding Hao uses to raise little ghosts and practice magic. It is a fragment of a magic technique that can be cultivated to the foundation-building level.

By raising five ghosts, and planting them into one's limbs and heart after they are formed, one can use the spirits of the five ghosts to help absorb spiritual energy once practicing. In battle, the five ghosts can also be released to assist in the battle. This is a side door technique that can change one's own cultivation qualifications.

I think Ding Hao felt that it was too late for him to turn to the immortal path after he turned 30, so he wanted to turn to this method so that he could catch up later. But unfortunately, Zhang Wei ruined his plan before he could finish raising the five ghosts.

"The heart is high as the sky, but the life is thin as paper." Zhang Wei sighed, and then threw this magic technique into the bonfire. He calmly watched it slowly turn into ashes in the flames.

He has a legitimate way to go, why would he build something that would be condemned by everyone once it's exposed?
Then Zhang Wei fell into deep thought.

So, in his first battle with the immortal cultivator, he didn't get any resources that could directly help his cultivation?

"Forget it. At least I earned 100 taels, which is enough to build a small villa at home. Add to that the 200 taels of silver donated by the Fuwei Escort Agency, and I think it will be enough to build a waterwheel to generate electricity!"

Zhang Wei sighed, and this accident also happened to eliminate a hidden danger in his uncle's family. Otherwise, if Ding Hao really escaped, cousin Li Sheng would probably not even be able to sleep well.

"The world outside is too chaotic. I'd better go back and practice hard and never come out again." Zhang Wei couldn't help but sigh. Who would have thought that even though he had hidden himself to such an extent, he would still run into the evil cultivator.

Fortunately, this demon cultivator has not yet entered the door and is a newbie even more inexperienced than himself, otherwise he would have to take out the thunder seeds he had prepared.

Then Zhang Wei seemed to have thought of something, turned around, bowed to the mountain god statue behind him and said, "Thank you, Mountain God."

(End of this chapter)