I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 166 Fengcun
Seeing this, Feng Yaqin was also stunned, but quickly reacted.

With the addition of this powerful ally, she immediately became energetic and cooperated with Qi Shaowei to kill the weirdo.

Every punch from that giant who was as powerful as the sky and the earth would cause a strong evil spirit and thunder, killing countless ghosts. The two real people from Longhu Mountain would wander around him, reaping the fish that escaped the net.

The three of them worked together, and in less than an incense stick of time, all the ghosts in the sky were swept away, and even the black fog was completely dissipated.

Seeing the situation reversed, Qi Shaowei hurriedly stepped forward, bowed and said:

"Thank you for your help, I am Qi Shaowei, the chief priest of Longhu Mountain. This is my junior sister Feng Yaqin. May I ask your name?"

The strange man with three heads and six arms did not respond immediately. Instead, the three heads grinned in unison, and their smiles were extremely strange and terrifying.

Immediately afterwards, the two men only felt a flash before their eyes, and the strange man suddenly disappeared without a trace before their eyes, without even a trace of breath left.

"What...is going on?"

Qi Shaowei looked confused.

Feng Yaqin also looked around intently, but found nothing, so she could only say:

"It may be a senior expert passing by who doesn't want to reveal his identity."

Qi Shaowei snorted coldly:
"This guy who hides his head and shows his tail is probably not a decent person, so it's better for him to leave. And I think his methods are strange, and he doesn't seem to be a descendant of the three orthodox traditions."

Feng Yaqin didn't like his behavior of belittling others behind their backs, and said coldly:

"If that senior had not helped us, we would probably not have a happy ending today."

He ignored him and turned to look for his apprentice.

After walking a few steps, she saw Li Qingyun coming out from behind a big tree. Although he had a smile on his face, he looked a little panicked and uncertain. He said:

"Thanks to you, Master, for showing your might. You scared me to death just now!"

Feng Yaqin heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that he was fine. After all, she had brought this disciple out purely out of her own selfish motives. If anything happened to him, she would feel guilty.

So she smiled and said softly:
"As long as you're okay."

Qi Shaowei stood aside, looking at Li Qingyun coldly, muttering to himself:
"This Gao Ren'an hid really quickly. Just now, the black fog covered the sky and the strange man with three heads and six arms came and went like the wind, but this guy was not afraid at all..."

The thought only flashed through his mind, and he immediately turned his attention to the monks around him who had just been chased by the black fog.

These people looked like a mob gathered together at random. Some wore Taoist robes, some wore monk's robes, and many were dressed in ordinary lay clothes.

Their cultivation levels are also uneven, ranging from the newly arrived martial artists to the third-level Buddhist "guardians" or Taoist Jindan cultivators. It is obvious that they do not belong to a specific sect, but more like independent cultivators.

Qi Shaowei frowned and asked:

"Who are you?"

His cultivation was very high, and his voice unconsciously brought out the power of a real person in the "Nascent Soul" realm, which shocked the cultivators and made them look at each other in confusion, all of them were a little at a loss.

Soon, a middle-aged man in the lead stepped forward, bowed and said:
"Thank you both for saving my life. My name is Min Boyang, and I am from Daming Prefecture in Hebei. There are four of us brothers in total, and we have a nickname in the martial arts world, called 'The Four Elders of the Min Family'."

"We heard that a Taoist temple of pre-Qin alchemists appeared in Liaodong, so we came here to look for treasures. Along the way, we met these friends in twos and threes. We all had the same goal, so we traveled together so that we could look after each other."

In the mysterious world, independent cultivators are the hardest working group of people. Although they are not bound by sects or gangs and are free, they also lack the foundation and resources for upward advancement. They have to rely on themselves for everything and often fight for the slightest opportunity. Sometimes, they have to form gangs in order to protect themselves. Their lives are far from as carefree as they imagine.

Feng Yaqin also came over at this time and asked:
"Then do you know where this ghostly black fog comes from? Have you ever seen similar evil spirits before?"

Min Boyang sighed, shook his head and said:
"To be honest, Fairy, although we, the 'Four Elders of the Min Family', are from the Song Dynasty, we often go to the Liao Kingdom to do business and are very familiar with the Liaodong area. We are used to this route and it has always been very safe.

"But this time, strange things happened frequently along the way, and it became particularly dangerous. Several companions with high cultivation levels were unable to resist and lost their lives on the way. If we hadn't run into the two immortals from Mount Longhu today, we would probably have been doomed."

Qi Shaowei snorted coldly when he heard this, with a hint of disdain in his eyes:
"The world is changing strangely, disasters are constantly happening, and your cultivation levels are uneven. Since you have escaped with your life, you should return home quickly. If you want treasures and opportunities, you should first consider your own worth."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Min Boyang's face, and he whispered:

"What the Immortal said is very true, but even though we are casual cultivators, we also have the heart to pursue the Tao. The ruins of the Taoist temples of the pre-Qin period may hide a huge opportunity for advancement. It would be fine if we didn't know about it, but since we have come here at the risk of our lives, why would we give up halfway?"

As he spoke, his tone gradually turned earnest. "We know that the Longhushan Zhengyi Sect is a famous and large sect that has always been compassionate. The two immortals came to Liaodong, probably for the Taoist temple of the pre-Qin alchemists. I wonder if we can follow them?"

Qi Shaowei smiled coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone:

"No need. The three of us can fly with swords, but we don't have the ability to take so many of you with us. If you want to look for treasure, go by yourself. If you feel you are unable to cope with it, go home as soon as possible!"

Upon hearing this, more than 20 casual cultivators knelt down in unison, kowtowed, and pleaded with their faces. One of them shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Master, please be merciful! Please take us with you! Even if we just have to follow behind and pick up some leftovers, we will be willing to do so!"

Min Boyang, who was in the lead, also quickly echoed:

"Master, although our cultivation is low, we are familiar with this place. We can not only speak Khitan, but also know the local customs and geography of this area. Perhaps we can contribute a little to help you two masters find the ruins of the Taoist temple."

Qi Shaowei's face was gloomy and he was very impatient. Just as he was about to open his mouth to scold, Feng Yaqin raised her hand to stop him.

She looked calm and said calmly:

"You don't need to perform such a ceremony. Your legs are on your own. If you want to follow us, that's up to you."

Qi Shaowei looked at Feng Yaqin:

“Junior Sister Feng, why do you have to bring all this with you? What if it holds us back…”

Feng Yaqin smiled slightly and said calmly:

“It’s okay, bringing them along may not be a bad thing.

"We still don't know where the entrance to the Taoist temple of the pre-Qin alchemist is. We will have to ask around. It's better to have people who are familiar with the environment to help us than to stay on the flying sword and wander around like headless flies."

Qi Shaowei naturally obeyed Feng Yaqin's words. Seeing that she was moved with sympathy, he took the opportunity to do her a favor and nodded, saying:
"Well, since Fairy Feng is begging for you, then you can come with us. But let me be frank, we cannot promise to guarantee your safety. If there is any danger, everyone should just leave it to fate. No one should expect us to risk saving you."

Upon hearing this, the scattered cultivators immediately felt as if they had been pardoned. They all stood up and clasped their fists towards Feng Yaqin to express their gratitude:
"Thank you so much, fairy!"

The independent cultivators knew that with their abilities, even if they returned along the same route, they would still face considerable risks. It would be better for them to take a gamble and follow the disciples of Mount Longhu to try their luck.

If you are lucky enough to obtain some treasures or even a chance to be promoted, your chances of survival will be greatly increased.

After Li Qingyun showed his three-headed, six-armed Dharma body and killed the ghost, he had been watching from the sidelines, secretly practicing the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong, and using the "Fire Eyes and Golden Pupils" method to check these casual cultivators one by one. He found that there was no special abnormal aura, so he was relieved. Then, everyone made some adjustments and hurried on their way.

Since they were carrying these wandering cultivators, it was no longer realistic to travel by flying on a sword. Fortunately, Min Boyang was very familiar with this area. He guided everyone along the road to the northeast for several hundred miles, and they would reach a large tribal alliance called "Jurchen".

Several major Jurchen tribes were entrenched on the black soil in the Liaodong area, where there was abundant grass and water, and the people were hospitable. It was also not far from the final destination, Mount Taibai, making it a suitable place to stay for supplies and make final preparations for the treasure hunt.

It was getting dark at this time. After some discussion, Qi Shaowei and Feng Yaqin decided to go to the "Old City of the Ula Tribe" about a hundred miles away to rest for a night, and then go directly to Taibai Mountain via the Jurchen tribe the next day.

After the discussion was complete, the group moved forward in the designated direction tacitly.

However, just after walking a few dozen miles, the surrounding scenery quietly changed, and thick fog began to spread in the air. At first there were only wisps, but after a while, the fog spread like a tide, quickly covering the entire world. Even with the eyesight of the monks, they could not penetrate the thick fog and could not see too far.

Qi Shaowei was walking at the front of the team. Seeing this, his brows furrowed and his expression turned ugly:

"How is this going?"

Min Boyang said helplessly:

"The climate in this area is humid, and fog does occasionally occur, but this is the first time I've seen such thick fog."

Qi Shaowei was obviously not satisfied with this explanation. He snorted coldly, took out the flying sword from his arms, and said coldly:
"There's something strange about this fog. I'll fly up and take a look."

After saying that, he made hand gestures and chanted a spell, then stepped on the flying sword, ready to fly into the air.

However, what he didn't expect was that the broadsword, which he could wield with ease at ordinary times, seemed to have lost its spirituality at this moment. It was shaking and could not get into the air.

Qi Shaowei unwillingly tried to activate the flying sword again, but no matter how he chanted, the flying sword kept spinning on the ground, as if it was held down by some invisible force and could not take off.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Li Qingyun used all his eyesight and used his "Fire Eyes and Golden Pupils" to observe the changes in the surrounding spiritual energy, but he could not see anything unusual.

These thick fogs seemed to be just ordinary natural phenomena, without any evil aura or any fluctuations of spiritual energy.

But the more this happens, the weirder it seems.

Feng Yaqin also noticed something unusual and asked in a low voice:
"Brother Qi, could this be some kind of maze set up by evil spirits?"

Qi Shaowei was an expert in formations. He immediately took out the formation plate, activated his true Qi, and carefully deduced it. He shook his head and said:
"There is no spiritual energy fluctuation here, and it is not any formation, but we cannot be careless. Everyone, please cheer up and walk along the road. Don't lose your direction. We must leave this fog as soon as possible and rush to the ancient city of the Ula tribe to rest."

Upon hearing this, everyone quickened their pace and followed Qi Shaowei and Feng Yaqin nervously.

As time went by, the fog gradually thinned and the road under their feet became clearer, and they finally felt relieved.

After walking for more than half an hour, the thick fog suddenly dissipated and the view in front of us became clear.

I saw a gurgling stream, clear as jade, surrounding a small village.

The village is built along the river, with bluestone steps winding down. Small paths in front of several houses lead to the river, apparently for the convenience of washing.

At this time, the sun is setting, smoke is rising from the village, children are playing at the entrance of the village, cats and dogs are chasing and playing, chickens and ducks are foraging for food leisurely, and cattle are quietly standing by the field ruminating. In the distance, you can hear the villagers talking and their laughter is drifting in the wind.

At this moment, everything in front of me seemed to have stopped, and the whole village was immersed in a pastoral picture of peaceful time, warm and beautiful.

The road under the feet of the crowd leads to the village. On the mottled stone tablet beside the road, the two big words "Fengcun" are written in bold, which is very eye-catching.

Seeing this, Feng Yaqin frowned slightly and felt a little uneasy.

This village appears very abruptly and is out of tune with the surrounding northern scenery. It is as if a colorful New Year picture was suddenly inserted into an ancient landscape painting. It looks weird no matter how you look at it.

She stopped, turned around and asked Min Boyang:

"Mr. Min, have you ever been to this village?"

Min Boyang shook his head in confusion:

"This should be the location of the ancient city of the Ula tribe. There shouldn't be a village here. At least I have traveled in Liaodong for many years and have never heard of a 'Feng Village'."

Feng Yaqin's face became more solemn after hearing this. After thinking for a moment, she said:
"There's something strange here. Since none of you know it, let's take a detour."

Min Boyang looked embarrassed and said hesitantly:
"Fairy, this village is not small. If you want to bypass it, you will have to walk at least a hundred miles longer. It is surrounded by dense forests, thorns and wild animals. It is even more dangerous."

Qi Shaowei sneered and said to Min Boyang:

"What do you know? Seeing that this village is so strange, do you really want to force everyone in? I'd rather walk a little further than risk entering the village."

Seeing that the two immortals had made up their minds, the other cultivators did not dare to say much and could only follow them silently, bypassing the village and entering the dense forest along the stream.

In the forest, ancient trees are towering and lush, emitting a unique smell of corruption, as if the darkness that has been deposited for thousands of years has been awakened.

The treetops above their heads were so dense and luxuriant that they blocked out almost all the sunlight, making the forest appear deep and dark.

The thick pine needles underfoot were soft and slippery, and stepping on them felt like stepping into a quagmire.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the scenery around them became increasingly monotonous, as if the forest was playing hide-and-seek with them. Every place looked exactly the same, making it impossible for them to tell the direction.

"What's going on? Is there no end to this forest?" Qi Shaowei frowned and muttered in a low voice.

However, just when everyone was lost, suddenly, the scene ahead became clear.

The small village with curling smoke appeared before their eyes again. The mottled stone tablet at the entrance of the village stood quietly, with two large characters written on it:

"Fengcun"!
Seeing this, everyone's face changed.

How did they get back to where they were after going around in circles?

Feng Yaqin frowned, feeling increasingly depressed, and quickly called everyone to change direction, taking a detour again.

However, more than half an hour later, they saw the same familiar village again, with the smoke from cooking fires and the stone tablets still there.

After four or five attempts, they walked all the possible routes, but no matter how they changed direction, they would eventually circle back to the stone tablet with the words "Fengcun" engraved on it, as if the village was a huge beast, opening its huge mouth and trapping them firmly inside...

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(End of this chapter)