After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 528 He is chopping off the corpse, and Hu Zonghai shows up!

"you know me?"

Hu Zonghai looked at Murong Qian with a sharp gaze, his eyes full of doubt, "Who are you?"

"Brother Zong Hai is really a noble man who forgets things easily." Murong Qian walked over, "Thirty years ago, we were still drinking and chatting happily at the foot of Qingshen Mountain..."

Thirty years ago?

Hu Zonghai frowned. Thirty years, what a long time is that? Who could still remember?

He looked at Murong Qian, trying to remember something, but was disappointed in the end. He just felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.

"Raojiang, Spirit Snake Cave, Murong Qian."

Murong Qian gave a reminder.

Hu Zonghai's brows were getting deeper and deeper. The face was familiar, and the name was familiar too, but he just couldn't remember who this person was.

"Think quickly, damn head."

Hu Zonghai angrily hit his forehead with his fist.

This scene made Murong Qian frown.

Ding Xingwen explained carefully, "After he woke up, he forgot a lot of things. He could remember some things at first, but he forgot them very quickly. The doctor diagnosed that he had suffered a severe head injury and Alzheimer's disease. Now, he can't even remember who he is most of the time..."

A dark line crossed Murong Qian's face.

Alzheimer's disease?

A strong man in the realm of creation suffers from Alzheimer's disease. What a joke! Do you think Heiwa has never been exposed to the sun?
Ding Xingwen laughed dryly, "He also has a serious allergic constitution. However, we invited Mr. Xue from the provincial capital a few days ago, and the problem has been temporarily controlled. Except for some memory problems, his other indicators have basically returned to normal."

Murong Qian nodded slightly, then turned to Hu Zonghai and said, "Brother Zonghai, do you remember who hurt you?"

Hu Zonghai frowned and looked at Murong Qian in confusion, "Is it you?"

Murong Qian almost rolled his eyes and said, "I saved you, but someone else hurt you."

"who is it?"

Hu Zonghai's voice suddenly rose by several decibels.

Who made me like this? Why can't I remember?
Murong Qian smiled and said, "I am going to Emei the day after tomorrow. If you want to know who hurt you and want revenge, why don't you come with me?"

Hu Zonghai's eyes moved slightly, and he looked directly into Murong Qian's eyes, as if examining him.

"You don't look like a good person, but I believe you."

After a while, Hu Zonghai uttered these words.

Murong Qian's face twitched slightly.

This feeling of being trusted is a bit weird.

……

Coming out of the ward, Ding Xingwen said carefully, "Senior, I just asked the doctors, and they said they suspect there is a blood clot in this person's brain. If he wants to restore his memory, he may have to undergo a craniotomy..."

"No need."

Murong Qian shook his head, "He's not losing his memory."

"Not amnesia?"

Ding Xingwen was stunned. Can’t you see such obvious amnesia?
"Senior, do you mean that he is pretending?" Ding Xingwen was puzzled.

"Do not."

Murong Qian glanced back at the ward, "He is chopping up the corpse."

"what?"

Ding Xingwen looked stunned and didn't hear clearly what Murong Qian was saying.

Murong Qian did not give him any explanation and walked towards the stairwell.

Behead the three corpses.

People have three corpses: upper, middle and lower, which are self, good and evil respectively.

The process of cutting off the self will cause this kind of chaos, just like the state of amnesia.

After the upper corpse is killed, this situation will naturally return to normal.

Ding Xingwen naturally didn't understand these.

-

The weather cleared up and it was sunny for several days in a row. The temperature has warmed up a lot.

The snow on the mountain melted, and the tea trees began to sprout new buds. Early in the morning, some people from the village had already gone up the mountain to pick tea leaves.

The new tea produced before Qingming Festival every year is the best and also the most expensive, with the price ranging from fifty to one hundred per catty. Tea farmers only make a little money during this period throughout the year.

When the price of tea drops, the money earned will only be enough to cover the maintenance of the tea mountains, and the costs of fertilizers, pesticides, etc.

The price of tea changes every day. It may be one hundred today and drop to sixty or seventy tomorrow. So now is the time to grab the income.

If this weather continues for a while, a large number of tea trees will sprout, and by then there will be basically no people left in the village. From the elderly in their seventies and eighties to children of five or six years old, as long as they can move, they will have to go to the tea mountains.

Chen Yang's family also has land, and a lot of it, but it has all been leased to other people in the village. Their family lives in the city and does not need to rely on it to make money, so they just left a few plots of land in front of and behind the house, and occasionally the old man comes back to grow vegetables or something.

It happened to be the weekend, and Chen Yang originally wanted to ask Huang Ying to go to the county town to play, and buy a diving suit by the way, to facilitate the trip to the Bamianshan Underground Palace.

Unexpectedly, Huang Ying drafted him into the army and made him help his uncle pick tea leaves.

At first, he found it quite fresh, but standing in the tea fields from morning till night without stopping his hands was harder than driving screws in a factory.

Helping my girlfriend's family with work is an old tradition in the village, and you have to do it no matter how tiring it is.

Fortunately, Huang Daolin's family did not grow corn, rice or anything like that, so Chen Yang was still thankful.

Chen Yang was exhausted after a day of tea picking on Saturday, but he had to continue on Sunday.

At ten o'clock in the morning, on Huaishupo, there was a large green tea field.

Many families in the village have land here. They work next to each other, picking tea and chatting at the same time. It becomes quite comfortable once you get used to it.

Chen Yang and Huang Ying were in charge of more than one acre of land on the top of the slope. They stood opposite each other, picking fruits one by one, chatting and laughing, showing their affection.

When they first arrived, they both had great ambitions and would not go back to eat until they had harvested all the fruits in this field.

I arrived at 7:30 in the morning, and it's already been two and a half hours, and I've only finished picking two rows. When I looked down, there were still more than ten rows waiting.

I’m afraid I won’t be able to pick them all even if it gets dark?
"I regret."

Huang Ying couldn't bear it anymore. She looked back. The scenery on the mountain was nice, but seeing the scenery with a mission in mind was a completely different feeling.

"How about going to the county town to play?" Chen Yang wanted to laugh.

You think tea leaves are so easy to pick? I've been working for more than a day and even my 60-plus body can't take it anymore. I was just waiting for you to say this.

Huang Ying was a little tempted, but after a moment's hesitation, she held back, "My mom will tell you. With such a large field, grandpa and his family won't be able to handle it. Let's finish picking the fruits in this field before we leave..."

But, how long will it take to pick this fruit?
Chen Yang clapped his hands, "You said, pick them and leave?"

Huang Ying nodded. Since she was here, she had to see it through to the end.

"Wait, I'll find some help."

As Chen Yang spoke, he carried the tea basket and ran to the top of the slope.

Huang Ying didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She didn't know what this guy was doing. Every household was busy harvesting now. Who had time to help him?
"Cousin..."

From the hillside, Chen Yang's loud shouts were heard.

Cousin?

Huang Ying was slightly stunned.

On the shady side of the hillside, Huang Daolin and Huang Jingyi were picking tea together.

Hearing the shout, Huang Jingyi looked up and asked, "What's wrong with this child?"

Huang Daolin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Young people have many tricks and like to do things that are opportunistic."

Huang Jingyi looked confused and didn't know what Huang Daolin was talking about.

After a while, Chen Yang ran down from the top of the slope again and said to Huang Ying with a smile, "Wait, help will be here soon."

Huang Ying was skeptical.

You think you can call for help just by yelling like that? Are you kidding me?
"Squeak..."

After a while, there was a commotion in the woods beside the tea garden.

Soon, a large group of monkeys ran out of the woods.

"Ah, monkey!"

Huang Ying was startled and quickly ran towards Chen Yang.

"It's okay, buddy."

Chen Yang put his arm around her shoulders and waited quietly for the monkeys to come over.

The Monkey King walked at the end. He was the biggest and walked with a swagger. He looked like a savage and was somewhat scary.

Huang Ying had never seen such a scene before, so she felt a little safe hiding behind Chen Yang.

"What are you calling me for?"

The Monkey King looked at Chen Yang listlessly.

“Picking tea.”

"What?"

The Monkey King was visibly stunned.

Chen Yang said, "Help me pick this tea leaf..."

"goodbye!"

The monkey king rolled his eyes at him, squeaked twice, and told the other monkeys to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Chen Yang quickly stopped him, "Cousin, you are not honest."

The Monkey King looked at him speechlessly, "Brother, have you ever seen monkeys picking tea leaves? I am the Monkey King of Mount Emei. If this gets out, won't people laugh to death?"

"Doesn't everything have to have a first time? I won't let you help for nothing."

"Not in vain? If not in vain, then I also... then how can I not be in vain?"

The Monkey King said one thing and meant another. He moved closer to Chen Yang and looked at him hopefully.

"We'll go into town to play and bring you some delicious food when we come back."

"Brother, we are helping you with your work, but you are just free to pick up girls?"

It glanced at Huang Ying, then bared its teeth at Chen Yang, "Buy fewer bananas. I want to eat Yu Ji's egg cake."

"Okay, take care of yourself."

Chen Yang grinned, waved his arm, and shouted to the monkeys, "Brothers, get to work."

"Zhizhi, Zhizhi..."

Next, Huang Ying saw a magical scene.

Dozens of monkeys actually listened to Chen Yang's command and ran into the tea field to pick tea leaves. She stared at this scene blankly, her jaw almost dropping to the ground.

"Let's go."

Chen Yang pulled Huang Ying, threw the tea basket aside, and ran down the mountain.

……

-

county seat.

When we arrived at the county town, it was already noon, so we found a restaurant and had a good meal.

Went to the cinema to watch a movie, then went to the market to buy some equipment.

A diving suit, some sturdy fishing nets...

There were quite a lot of stuff, and the truck bed filled up nearly half of it.

"Are you planning to go up the mountain or down to the sea?" Huang Ying looked at him puzzledly after coming out of the market.

Chen Yang was planning to go to Bamianshan. She had heard of it, but could diving suits and fishing nets be used on this mountain?
"There is water in the mountains, so it's better to be prepared."

Chen Yang smiled and was about to say something when the phone rang.

When Chen Yang took out his cell phone and looked at it, he was a little surprised.

It’s Wang Qiyuan calling.

After finding a quiet place, Chen Yang answered the phone.

After the call, Chen Yang's expression changed slightly.

Murong Qian has arrived in Shao'e City and is preparing to go up the mountain. There are quite a few people coming with them. In addition to Murong Qian, there is also a person in the Creation Realm and several people in the Spirit Realm.

They were all transferred from the Gu Shen Cult headquarters.

The day before yesterday, Ren Ali also informed Chen Yang that the Gu God Cult had contacted him. To be precise, they had contacted his ancestor Ren Qianqiu and wanted Ren Qianqiu to cooperate with Murong Qian to explore the Si'e Mountain again.

He really does what he says. It seems that Murong Qian is getting a little anxious.

Ren Qianqiu is dead and Murong Qian cannot be contacted.

The mandrill cousin has already migrated back to Huangjia Village with the monkeys. Even if Murong Qian goes to Si'e Mountain again, it will be a wasted trip.

It seems that this guy is determined to catch the mandrill. The temptation of the Tai Sui Chaotian game is indeed quite great.

When he called Wang Yuanchao the day before yesterday, he was told that the association's headquarters had already issued an instruction and a special commissioner would be sent down to handle the matter in the next few days.

As for who would be sent down, that was not Chen Yang's concern.

By the time the Tai Sui Chaotian Bureau is eliminated, Murong Qian's plan will naturally be in vain.

Therefore, Chen Yang did not care too much about this matter. He was not a savior, and there was no reason for him to take care of everything.

"What's wrong?" Huang Ying asked worriedly.

"Nothing, just a little thing."

Chen Yang shook his head and took Huang Ying to the food street at Heping Bridge.

……

When the two returned from the county town, it was already evening and the sun was setting in the west.

The monkeys had finished their work long ago. These guys were a little slow, but there were many of them. With more than an acre of tea mountain and dozens of monkeys, they picked all the tea leaves in just one morning.

In the afternoon, Huang Daolin took me to another tea garden.

The Monkey King had seen how powerful Huang Daolin was, so he didn't dare to say a word. He just held his tail between his legs in shame. He just did whatever Huang Daolin said.

In one day, we harvested more than 80 kilograms.

Today's price of tea is 82 yuan per pound, which means a daily income of six to seven thousand yuan.

The monkeys were extremely tired and were lying all over the place in Huang Daolin's yard.

The Monkey King sat under the eaves, holding a piece of straw in his mouth, waiting for Chen Yang to pay the bill.

It was not tired at all, just a little bored. After all, it was the monkey king and did not need to work.

Boxes of fruit were unloaded from the car, along with the egg cakes that the Monkey King specifically requested.

The tired monkeys finally perked up when they saw the food. They surrounded the food and quickly devoured it all.

"Thanks, cousin."

Chen Yang walked up to the Monkey King and patted his shoulder.

"Squeak..."

The Monkey King ate the egg cakes one by one and bared his teeth, expressing a little dissatisfaction.

It was agreed that it was only the tea leaves from that one field, but in the end, Huang Daolin took them to visit several fields in the afternoon, and just now he told them to come earlier tomorrow.

It's simply animal cruelty.

Chen Yang wanted to laugh. "My uncle's family doesn't have much land. We can finish the work tomorrow at most if we work hard..."

"Come on."

The Monkey King rolled his eyes at him in a very human way, "I'm afraid this old man will get what he wants and take me with him when he applies fertilizer or pesticides in the future..."

"You can refuse."

"He's so powerful, how could I dare to refuse him? It's all your fault, you're always trying to make trouble for me..."

……

The Monkey King was full of complaints.

Chen Yang shrugged, "Let me tell you something..."

He told the Monkey King about Murong Qian's visit to Si'e Mountain again.

The Monkey King immediately became serious.

Chen Yang said, "This man must be determined to capture your wife, but you don't have to worry too much. He has suffered at the hands of your uncle. With your uncle here, he can't hurt you..."

Chen Yang still has great confidence in Huang Daolin's strength.

What's more, this is Huang Daolin's territory, and the old man has no idea how many tricks he has yet to use.

"So, you guys are enjoying your uncle's protection, so what's wrong with doing some work for him?"

The Monkey King thought about it and it seemed to make some sense. He nodded angrily and accepted Chen Yang's PUA very calmly.

……

-

Night, old house.

Chen Yang moved down all the things he bought in the county town during the day, sorted them out one by one, and put them into the system warehouse.

We will set off tomorrow to visit the underground palace in Bamianshan.

On the one hand, he wanted to find the Three Corpses Fruit for Huang Can, and on the other hand, he also had many questions and wanted to find the existence on Old Coffin Mountain to answer them.

After a few days of rest, his physical and mental state have now been adjusted to the best.

We have to go on this trip sooner or later, so the sooner the better.

It was late at night, and after Chen Yang had finished washing up, he was sitting on the bed practicing the [Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head Divine Art].

The Shan Yu seal on my chest suddenly felt hot.

"Chen Yang."

A voice sounded in his mind.

It’s the voice of the old locust tree.

"Mr. Huai? Is there something wrong?"

Chen Yang immediately immersed his mind into the Shan Yu Seal.

Old Huaishu hasn't contacted him for a long time. He must have something going on now that he suddenly contacts him.

The old locust tree said, "It seems that a lot of people have come to the Huangjing Forest. My spiritual power cannot detect the old ghost forest, and I don't know what kind of existence they are..."

Polygonatum forest?
When Chen Yang heard this, his brows furrowed.

Chen Yang was very alert to the Huangjing forest near Laoguilin, because he suspected that the tiger in the Tai Sui Chaotian Bureau of the twelve zodiac signs was buried here.

In the middle of the night, someone went to the Huangjing Forest, and from what Old Locust Tree said, there were quite a few people, which he couldn't help but think about.

If the zodiac tiger is really there, then there must be some evil thing buried underneath. If someone rashly lets it out, big problems will arise.

He immediately released a [Bone-Eating Beetle] and flew it towards the mountain.

These A-level bone-eating beetles all left marks on Chen Yang's Shanyu Seal.

Chen Yang can completely use the mark of Shan Yu Seal to spy on the situation around them in real time.

It does not need to be charged and is sturdy and durable, making it much more useful than a drone.

……

Under the silent night sky, the mountains and forests are like a dormant beast, lying quietly on the ground.

The moon is not as round anymore, but still bright.

There were lights on in the Huangjing forest, there were a few tents at the foot of the cliff, and a bonfire was burning not far from the tents.

Looks like a group of people here for adventure camping.

The bone-eating beetle circled around the tent several times. There were about ten people in total. Except for two people who were on duty next to the campfire, everyone else had already gone to bed.

The faces are unfamiliar, but they all have some skills.

There is one spiritual realm, one fourth grade, two third grades, and the rest are first and second grades.

Obviously, this is no longer adventure camping.

Chen Yang called Wang Yuanchao and learned that the special commissioner who came to deal with the Tai Sui Chaotian Bureau had not yet arrived in Shu, so the origins of these people were worth pondering.

At that moment, Chen Yang went out and went up the mountain.

Half an hour later, Chen Yang appeared outside the Huangjing forest, where the bonfire was still burning.

Fire is prohibited in the mountains. Don’t these people know?

Chen Yang was just about to use this as an excuse to go into the woods and negotiate with this group of people.

Suddenly, I felt a shiver on my back and felt a chill, as if I was being stared at by a wild beast.

Looking back, he saw an old man in white standing not far behind him.

With disheveled hair, he looks like a devil.

"Hu Zonghai?"

When he saw the other person's face clearly, Chen Yang felt like his hair stood on end.

"you know me?"

The old man looked at Chen Yang with a strange look, one that contained both doubt and caution.

(End of this chapter)