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

Chapter 561 Daozhen Realm Heavenly Thunder, Battle in the Rain!
"I heard that my great grandfather used a treasure to convince the Zhao family?"

Chen Yang had heard about this from Qinzhou a long time ago, but he actually wanted to ask what kind of treasure it was.

"Ah."

Zhao Yingyue nodded. "That day, Zhao Junyong and Zhao Xiuwen both came. In the public house in Pangpoling, godfather talked with them for a long time. Godfather gave them something, and then Zhao Junyong and Zhao Xiuwen left. After that, they never sent anyone to harass me again..."

"As for what your great grandfather gave them, I don't know. I asked him, but he just said it was not important and refused to tell me."

Zhao Yingyue shook her head. "But I know that Zhao Xiuwen and Zhao Junyong are so greedy that my father's sudden death is closely related to them. If they can stop persecuting their own brothers, the things my godfather promised them must be very precious."

Chen Yang was silent for a moment, then said, "A few days ago, I went to Luoshan and happened to meet the Zhao family. They are now involved with the Gushen Cult. In my opinion, the Zhao family will not last long..."

At this point, Chen Yang paused and said, "Auntie, you might run into the Zhao family again in the future. Do you want me to avenge you?"

Qinzhou was sitting nearby, and his face twitched when he heard this.

This kid really dares to take any job. Is he addicted to revenge?
Zhao Yingyue smiled bitterly, "It's good that you have this intention, but forget it. After so many years, I have thought about seeking revenge on them, but now I think, what's the point?"

"Hey, I guess I let it go."

She sighed deeply, "Xiao Yang, you don't need to cause yourself trouble for nothing because of me. There is no need. You also said that the Zhao family will not last long, so let them fend for themselves. God will punish them..."

Chen Yang shook his head secretly. It seemed that Qin Zhou was right. After experiencing this serious injury, Zhao Yingyue's thinking had changed a lot.

"Ok."

This is Zhao Yingyue’s family feud. If she doesn’t want to take revenge, can Chen Yang force her to do so?
Since she said so, Chen Yang could do nothing.

So far, there has been no conflict between the Zhao family and him.

As long as the Zhao family doesn't provoke him, he certainly won't take the initiative to cause trouble for the Zhao family. After all, he is not the kind of cruel and bloodthirsty person.

Zhao Yingyue changed the subject and asked Chen Yang, "You just said that the Zhao family is involved with the Gu God Cult?"

"good."

Chen Yang nodded, explained the situation, and then asked, "Auntie, have you heard of the Gu God Cult?"

“I’ve heard a little bit about it.”

Zhao Yingyue nodded and said, "During my years in Raojiang, I have worshipped a master. She is a very important person. She is the daughter of Raojiang Poison King Qiao Baiwei, and her name is Qiao Mingyu. I have been learning from her for many years, but unfortunately my aptitude is too poor, and I have not learned much from her..."

"Poison King?"

Chen Yang raised his eyebrows.

He felt like he had heard the name Qiao Baiwei somewhere.

Zhao Yingyue nodded and said, "My master has a brother named Qiao Mingtong, who is currently the Left Vice Leader of the Gu God Cult..."

Chen Yang remembered that he had heard Ren Qianqiu talk about it.

Qiao Mingtong, son of the Poison King Qiao Baiwei, is skilled in the art of poison and is known as the Little Poison King.

Like Murong Qian, he was one of the left and right deputy leaders of the Gushen Cult, with equal status, second only to the emperor and above everyone else.

"So, auntie, you have also joined the Gu God Cult?" Chen Yang asked.

Since the master that my aunt worships has such a background, he must be a member of the Gu Shen Cult, right?
Zhao Yingyue shook her head. "The Poison King is the leader jointly nominated by the seventy-two mountain gates in Raojiang..."

"According to the custom from many years ago, the seventy-two mountain gates would nominate a powerful being, honored as the Poison King; and the thirty-six caves and eighteen villages would also band together for warmth and nominate one person, honored as the Gu King, to oppose the seventy-two mountain gates..."

"But that happened a long time ago. In modern times, the forces in Raojiang have become very loose. Although there are some groups, they are only small groups. Many of them live their own lives behind closed doors..."

"Master Qiao is the last true Poison King in Raojiang. His strength has reached the peak of creation, and he is just one step away from reaching the Dao of Truth..."

"However, forty-one years ago, when Master Qiao was in seclusion, Qiao Mingtong colluded with the enemy and attacked him, killing his father and seizing power..."

"Unfortunately, after Master Qiao's death, his wishful thinking did not succeed. With Master Qiao, the 72 Cave Heavens had a backbone. Without Master Qiao, people's hearts were scattered all of a sudden. All the major Cave Heavens withdrew from the alliance, and only a small number were willing to follow him..."

"My master witnessed his patricide and was poisoned and silenced by him. He also chopped off both of his palms. The elders of the clan risked their lives to save him, and he was able to escape..."

"Then, I met..."

"Seven years ago, Master died of depression..."

……

Zhao Yingyue spoke slowly and Chen Yang listened attentively.

Qinzhou was also listening carefully. He did not dare to ask Zhao Yingyue about her experiences in Raojiang over the years, and Zhao Yingyue did not tell him about it either.

"He killed his father and sister. He is worse than a beast."

Hearing the evil deeds, Qin Zhou couldn't help but clench his fists and grit his teeth in hatred, "It's better not to show up in front of me, otherwise, I will grind him to ashes."

Chen Yang looked at Qinzhou with a strange look. This old man was becoming arrogant.

Zhao Yingyue smiled helplessly, "Grind his bones and scatter his ashes? How easy is that? This person is now the deputy leader of the Gu God Cult. I'm afraid his own strength has already entered the realm of creation..."

Qinzhou's face trembled.

The realm of creation is an existence that ordinary people dare not even think about.

He had just entered the spiritual realm. It was a huge joke for him to dare to say that he could crush the strong men in the creation realm to ashes.

"What's wrong with the realm of creation? Can it be greater than the law of nature?" Qinzhou said this to save his dignity.

Heavenly justice?

When Chen Yang heard this, he just sneered in his heart.

If there really is justice in the universe, this person should have been struck to death by lightning when he broke through the realm of creation.

How could there be so many evil people who could reach the realm of creation, the realm of truth, or even be stronger?

"The Gushen Cult can allow such a person to be its leader, so he must not be a good person. Ninety-nine percent of the time he is an evil heretic." Qinzhou cursed, just because he spoke quickly.

Originally he thought that abandoning his wife and children was already a beastly enough, but who would have thought that there were people who killed their fathers and sisters, who were simply the worst of beasts.

Gan Bai loses.

After Zhao Yingyue finished telling everything, they were all unbearable memories and she was obviously in a bad mood.

Chen Yang found a deck of cards and played [Twenty Seventy] with her for a while together with Qinzhou.

……

-

At 2:30 in the afternoon, the old man woke up from his nap.
Chen Yang gave the cards to the nurse Sister Liu, and followed the old man up the mountain.

Today is the 100th anniversary of our ancestor’s death, and we have to go up the mountain to pay tribute to him.

"Your aunt is also a pitiful person. She told you all this not to ask you to help her get revenge, but because some things have been accumulated in her heart for a long time and she needs to talk about them..."

On the way, the old man walking in front suddenly said something to Chen Yang.

Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, "Grandpa, you didn't sleep at noon?"

"How can I fall asleep when you guys are talking so loudly?" Chen Jingzhi said.

Chen Yang was embarrassed.

Chen Jingzhi said, "I don't know what level you have reached in your cultivation now, but there are always stronger ones among the strong, and there is always a mountain higher than this one. You are young, so it is inevitable that you are arrogant. After gaining an advantage once or twice, you look down on all the heroes in the world..."

"Although I am not in Panshan Realm, I have learned about Panshan Realm's affairs from time to time over the years. There is no shortage of geniuses in this world, but many of them are short-lived. When you encounter something in the future, you must act within your capabilities. It is not advisable to make enemies everywhere..."

"A gentleman hides his abilities and waits for the right time to act. Surviving is more important than anything else..."

The old man walked in front and spoke with great earnestness.

"I got it, Grandpa."

Chen Yang nodded seriously, "I won't offend others unless they offend me. I will definitely not take the initiative to cause trouble."

Chen Jingzhi didn't say anything more. He knew this grandson well. He was obedient and smart. Some things only needed to be said once and there was no need to repeat them.

……

Palm tree slope, pass.

The air on the mountain is a bit damp and cold. There is no sun today and it looks like it is going to rain. The weather forecast says that there will be a cold snap recently. It has just gotten warmer and it looks like the temperature will drop for a few days.

When someone dies in the village, there will be the first seven days, the second seven days, and so on until the seventh seven days. There will be a memorial service every seven days. After the seventh seven days, we have to wait until the hundredth period.

Today is the 100th issue of my grandfather’s book. In a flash, several months have passed. Looking back, it seems like it was just yesterday.

The kind old man's voice, appearance and smile are still deeply imprinted in Chen Yang's mind.

In front of the ancestor's grave, Chen Yang first checked the incense and candles inserted in front of the grave.

It doesn't seem like there are many.

After the 49th day after the old ancestor's death, some people came secretly to pay homage, and Chen Yang cleaned the place later, and it is still the same now.

In other words, that person never came again after that time.

Before, Chen Yang thought that the man was most likely Murong Qian, after all, he met a golden eagle here that day.

But then I thought about it and felt that the possibility was not very high.

Murong Qian should not have any connection with the ancestor.

As for paying tribute to Duan Qiuping, Murong Qian is not Ding Huanchun. He just got Ding Huanchun's memory and has hatred towards Ding Huanchun. He can even turn a blind eye to the suffering of the Ding family. What reason does he have to pay tribute to Duan Qiuping?

Chen Yang pondered for a moment.

The previous person came to pay tribute a few days after he had come.

Now, Murong Qian is dead. If this person is Murong Qian, then no one will come to pay tribute to him.

But if someone comes to pay respects at the grave in the next few days...

"What are you thinking about?" Chen Jingzhi called out to him when he saw him in a daze.

"nothing."

Coming back to his senses, Chen Yang shook his head, "I thought of my ancestor, a little bit..."

"This person has passed away. This is a relief for your ancestor."

"Ah."

Chen Yang didn't say anything more. He remembered what his grandfather said before he passed away.

This life is too hard, I won’t come back in the next life.

What kind of suffering could make him say such words? Chen Yang felt a little depressed and emotional.

After lighting the incense and candles, Chen Jingzhi poured a glass of wine, and the grandfather and grandson knelt in front of the tomb and burned paper money.

Chen Jingzhi talked for a while, chatting with the old ancestor unilaterally. When the paper money was burned out, it started to drizzle from the sky.

He kowtowed to the ancestor and then stood up and left.

"boom!"

Just as we reached the pass, a thunder roared from the sky.

Chen Yang shuddered and looked back, only to see the sky covered with dark clouds, with layers of black clouds accumulating towards the distance.

Lightning flashed and flickered in the clouds.

In his arms, the six-winged centipede was trembling.

Chen Yang was startled at first, thinking that the six-winged centipede had attracted the thunder, but he quickly realized that the clouds were not gathering in this direction.

The old man also stopped, holding a bamboo stick, and looked in the direction of the thunderclouds in the rain.

The Waking of Insects has passed, the first thunder in 25 years has sounded, the spring thunder is shaking the sky, and the earth is returning to spring.

After a long while, Chen Jingzhi withdrew his gaze and said, "Let's go, the rain is getting heavier."

Chen Yang calmed the restless six-winged centipede in his chest.

That is the direction of Bamishan.

The thickness of this thundercloud is incomparable to the thunder of nature. Even from such a distance, Chen Yang still felt his heart palpitations.

Did the person in the coffin make a breakthrough?
I don’t know how my uncle is doing now.

Chen Yang stood there for a long time. When he heard the old man's call, he suddenly came to his senses. The rain had already wet his face.

……

-

Bamianshan.

At this time, Bamishan was pitch black, as if the end of the world had come.

In Jianfeng Temple, the doors and windows were rattling due to the strong wind, and tiles on the roof were falling from time to time. The monks in the temple all hid in their houses and did not dare to go out at all.

There was a storm outside. In the yard, the sycamore tree was swaying back and forth, like a dancer in the wind, shaking its branches exaggeratedly.

The sky was covered with thick dark clouds. It was only a little after three in the afternoon, but it was already so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

"Rumble..."

"Rumble..."

Arcs of light flickered in the sky, as if countless powerful alien monsters were roaring.

Depression, extreme depression, it seems like the sky is falling.

Hongxi Valley, in front of Qingniu Cave.

Huang Daolin was standing under the stone wall with a sledgehammer in his hand.

Wow!
The heavy rain had soaked him completely, and the sound of rain was deafening all around.

"Mercy, mercy."

Huang Daolin looked up at the sky, then looked down at the darkness ahead.

"Boom..."

An arc of light flashed across the sky, illuminating the heavens.

Not far in front of Huang Daolin, a group of uninvited guests were confronting him.

The first one was an old man with a cloth bag on his back, his long hair tied behind his head, his temples were gray, and he looked vigorous.

Beside him were several middle-aged men, standing like iron towers, each of them having reached the spiritual realm.

The atmosphere at the scene froze for a moment.

The old man also looked up at the sky which was as dark as the abyss, and the expression on his face seemed a little strange.

He originally wanted to take a look around the underground palace, but was stopped by this man halfway. Before he could do anything, it suddenly became dark.

Heavenly thunder, the heavenly thunder of the Daozhen realm.

Moreover, the location is right next to the underground palace.

In this situation, wouldn't it be seeking death if we go towards the underground palace again?
"Dad, let me try."

The man next to him said something in a deep voice, holding a short knife, and was about to step forward to test.

However, just as he leaned forward, the old man reached out and pushed him back.

The old man looked at Huang Daolin, "But is the guy at Old Coffin Mountain making a breakthrough?"

Huang Daolin said calmly, "Do you still want to go over now?"

"Ah."

The old man chuckled, "You've been holding it in for so many years, and you finally can't hold it in anymore? I really want to go over and take a look."

"The road is right here. If you want to go there, feel free!" said Huang Daolin.

"Heh, interesting."

The old man smiled and looked at Huang Daolin with interest, "I know you, the fifth child of Huang Tiejun's family in Huangjia Village, right?"

Huang Daolin remained calm and just looked at the old man in front of him.

"Shouldn't you be surprised?"

The old man raised his eyebrows. Huang Daolin's calm reaction actually surprised him.

"I advise you to leave quickly to avoid making mistakes." Huang Daolin said with a cold expression.

"Ah."

The old man chuckled and took off the cloth bag on his back.

"Boom!"

The two short sticks fell to the ground with a dull sound, and actually broke the stone ground into pieces.

He picked up the stick, put the two ends together, and with a click, the two short sticks were assembled into a nearly two-meter-long iron stick.

"Oh!"

The old man held a stick in his hand and hammered it into the ground. With a bang, the stones on the ground exploded instantly.

This stick is extraordinarily heavy.

"Hua'er, all of you step aside, I want to clash with this friend!"

The old man said with a cold expression.

Several men around were very tactful and hid away.

In an instant, the venue was cleared.

The old man raised his long stick and looked at Huang Daolin, "Old Five, bump it?"

Huang Daolin turned the hammer in his hand twice and said, "Whatever."

"drink!"

As soon as the words fell, the two of them rushed towards each other.

"clang!"

The stick and hammer collided, making a harsh sound and dazzling sparks, illuminating the surroundings, as bright as the lightning in the sky.

The terrifying energy radiated in all directions, uprooting grass and trees and causing mud to fly everywhere.

Dang Dang Dang...

With every collision, the ground trembled, and it seemed as if two monsters were fighting in the darkness. The horrific sounds mixed with the thunder in the sky made people tremble with fear.

Those men had never seen such a horrific battle before, and they didn't dare to get close. They hid farther and farther away and retreated to the Qingniu Cave.

"Roar……"

"Roar……"

At the entrance of Qingniu Cave, two huge dragons, one red and one white, were quietly watching, seemingly hesitating whether to go up and help.

This level of battle is extremely rare.

"boom……"

"boom……"

……

There was heavy rain in the sky and arcs of light flashed. It seemed that the sky sensed the energy fluctuations on this side and it dropped several scattered thunders in succession, striking the two people who were fighting.

"boom!"

Finally, a bolt of lightning struck the weapons of the two men who were fighting.

There was a loud bang.

The two of them instantly distanced themselves from each other.

Huang Daolin's body was glowing with golden light, and his hands tightly grasped the hammer, and his clothes were already burnt.

On the other side, the old man was in the same situation. His clothes were destroyed by lightning, there was residual electric current in his body, and his body was a little numb.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

At this time, the two big dragons, one red and one white, quickly came behind the old man, one on the left and one on the right, with their heads held high, staring at Huang Daolin in front of them.

He looked ferocious and arrogant, as if he wanted to rush forward.

(End of this chapter)