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

Chapter 763 Slay the wandering monks and demolish the Tong family ancestral hall!

The night wind is lonely, and the boat sails on the drifting waves.

The clouds in the sky drifted away, and the moon appeared, a cold, hook-shaped moon.

The group of earthen golems by the lake gradually quieted down. Chen Yang stared into the distance and saw that only a few earthen golems were still lingering on the shore.

However, the four of them dared not approach the lake, since Huang Daolin had said that the Impure Earth Technique would last for six hours, and if they got too close, the group of earth puppets might reappear.

All four of them closed their eyes to rest, the long night stretching on, quietly waiting for time to pass.

As the Jade Rabbit sets in the west, the sky begins to lighten, and dawn is breaking.

Chen Yang practiced the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Divine Skill all night, but his divine sense value only increased by a few points.

He took out his phone and checked the time; it was almost five o'clock. Summer days are early, and the night was finally over.

There was no longer any trace of the earth golems by the lake.

Six hours have already passed.

The four sighed and rowed their boat closer to the lake.

As expected, the earth golems had not reappeared.

It seems Huang Daolin was right. The time has come, and Tong Chen's scheming has vanished into nothingness.

Reflecting on all of this, everyone had many feelings.

But despite their feelings of regret, the matter was not over yet. Before it was fully light, they had the Thunderfire Eagle and the little white snake carry them up to the mountaintop.

We returned to the cave.

The scene in front of the cave was as usual.

Chen Yang kept watch outside, while Xuan Jing and the other two went inside.

A short while later, the three of them came out together again.

"How about it?"

Chen Yang quickly inquired about the situation.

Xuan Jing shook her head. "I didn't see anyone else!"

Inside, there was only a messy altar for casting spells, as well as some wooden and bronze puppets, but they were all inanimate objects and had not yet been consecrated.

This Tong Chen is truly quite capable. He has mastered the Five Elements Destiny Technique of the Fa Sect, and he has used three of them—metal, wood, and earth—on Chen Yang and others.

If he hadn't risked his life at the last moment and used the Impure Earth Technique, Chen Yang and the others might not have been safe even if they had hidden in the lake.

He might even be able to conjure water puppets or fire puppets.

In this world, there are few places that transcend the Five Elements. For an old sorcerer who can use the Five Elements to influence fate, there are not many places you can hide.

Didn't you see anyone else?

Everyone was actually prepared; no one else had shown up during last night's battle.

Perhaps Tong Chen is the only one in this cave.

Of course, even if there were other people, they would probably have run away long ago.

They had previously speculated that Tong Kui was probably with Tong Chen, but that was just speculation.

As far as they knew, Tong Kui was the great-grandfather of Tong Chuan. After his death, he cultivated the body of a wandering master, but he had a conflict with Wang Xuance and was once subdued by Wang Xuance.

After all these years, it's questionable whether this Tong Kui is still around.

Wang Xuance still has two wandering masters under his command, one male and one female. The male wandering master who has been killed by Chen Yang and his group might be Tong Kui.

Huang Daolin said, "There's also a copper smelting furnace inside the cave. My senior brother Tong is quite talented!"

"Petroleum smelting?"

Chen Yang raised an eyebrow. "I heard Tong Xin say that there is a large amount of meteorite copper on Dawa Mountain. He showed me a piece, and the quality was not low. Could this person have used meteorite copper to make a bronze puppet?"

Several people nodded.

They had already discovered that there were indeed many open-pit copper mines nearby, and there was a large pit not far away, which might be a meteorite crater formed many years ago.

This Tong Chen can be considered to have used what was available.

Chen Yang arrived at the large pit and used radar to probe downwards, indeed detecting a large area of ​​copper ore.

He kicked his foot on the ground, picked up a piece of ore, and squeezed it.

Meteorite copper, the quality is indeed quite good.

Although it's a bit rough, it's already much better than ordinary refined iron and copper.

With further refinement, the quality will definitely improve.

This copper mine has a large reserve and is indeed promising. The Tong family previously wanted to cooperate with the Guan family to develop it. Perhaps Chen Yang could help make the initial contact.

My great-aunt has mastered the technology of refining refined gold. With such a large meteorite copper mine, I wonder how much copper essence it can produce.

Refined gold is a top-grade material for refining weapons.

……

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Tongjia'ao.

The four of them went down the mountain together and returned to Tongjia'ao, only to find out that things had also gone awry in Tongjia the previous night.

Shortly after Chen Yang left, the Tong family ancestral hall was attacked by more than ten Tong Kui statues. Fortunately, Zhou Mingyuan was stronger and prevented them from entering the village.

Zhou Mingyuan's flying sword technique was ridiculously strong. Although the bodies of those bronze puppets were strong, they could not withstand it. After a few rounds, they were cut into pieces of scrap bronze.

It's worth mentioning that a wandering master mixed in with the bronze puppets was also killed by Zhou Mingyuan's flying sword. He couldn't escape and was decapitated.

However, a group of earthen golems suddenly appeared, which caused Zhou Mingyuan a lot of trouble.

Those earthen golems were not only numerous, but also incredibly powerful, and they kept multiplying as the fight went on.

Zhou Mingyuan fought the horde of puppets alone for three or four hours, and was almost worn down to death by the earth puppets.

Fortunately, just before dawn, the earthen golems suddenly collapsed, turning into puddles of mud that scattered away.

The storm that had raged all night finally subsided.

After hearing this, Chen Yang and the others looked at each other, feeling both amused and exasperated.

It turned out that the group of earthen puppets couldn't find them last night, so they came to Tongjia'ao to fight Zhou Mingyuan to the death.

It's fortunate that Zhou Mingyuan was strong and persistent enough; otherwise, someone else would probably have been dead long ago.

Zhou Mingyuan listened to Chen Yang and the others recount what had happened and was speechless for a while.

You guys are having a good time, but you're the ones who caused the trouble, and I'm the one who has to bear the consequences.

The group sighed, looking at the corpse on the ground.

A wandering monk dressed in black had his neck severed by Zhou Mingyuan's flying sword, his head and body separated, lying quietly on the ground.

His appearance was extremely ugly, similar to Tong Chen's, a kind of rotten ugliness, with his face pitted and scarred as if bitten by maggots, truly hideous.

But he was noticeably taller and more robust than Tong Chen.

"Could this person be Tong Kui?"

Chen Yang asked, puzzled.

Another wandering master.

They were probably in cahoots with Tong Chen, and the two of them split up to deal with each other from both sides.

But this man was so ugly that it was almost impossible to recognize his face. Tong Kui was Tong Chuan's great-grandfather, and he had been dead for many years. Who could know what he looked like?
It is certain that this person is quite powerful, but his identity is questionable.

Chen Yang stroked his chin and thought for a moment, "Don't you guys find it strange that this person came to the village? Isn't it because he's teaming up with Tong Chen? They're very strong, and they have a better chance of keeping us in the mountains?"

Chen Yang found it hard to imagine the thought process of this wandering monk.

Why is he not helping Tong Chen? What is he doing running to the village? Is he killing someone to vent his anger, or trying to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao?

Everyone clearly had this question.

The reason why this wandering master didn't join forces with Tong Chen to fight the enemy, but instead came to the village, is a bit puzzling.

“Perhaps there’s something in the village that he wants!” Zhou Mingyuan said.

Everyone thought it was possible.

Otherwise, why would he come to the village to die? It's very likely that there's something he wants in the village.

Everyone looked towards Tong Chuan.

Tong Chuan stood to the side, still somewhat dazed. He looked at the headless corpse in front of him. Could this be the ancestor of the Tong family, his great-great-grandfather?
"I……"

Faced with the gazes of the crowd, Tong Chuan paused for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile. He had no idea what the wandering master's purpose was.

Huang Daolin said, "Never mind the rest. This ancestral hall is going to be demolished. Today is the summer solstice, an auspicious day for all things. If we miss today, we'll have to go next month..."

When he arrived yesterday, he heard that the village was planning to demolish the ancestral hall, and the time had been set for today.

On the summer solstice, when the yang energy is abundant, the ancestral hall will be demolished and the "White Python Devouring Evil Formation" will be broken. This will inevitably cause the yin energy to explode, which will neutralize the yang energy and reduce the impact on the surrounding environment.

"Also, those corpses should be buried as soon as possible. They were killed by the wandering soldiers, their consciousness instantly scattered, leaving only shells. Moreover, they had been resurrected, accumulating a lot of Yin energy within them, making them easy targets for evil cultivators. So, if possible, burn quite a few of them before burial..."

Huang Daolin offered a reminder.

Although cremation is now permitted in many places, few people in the Panshan industry abide by the rules; many still opt for burial in secret.

Tong Chuan paused slightly, then nodded.

His mind was a bit muddled; this matter involved too many things. It involved his deceased cousin and even his ancestors.

So, the root of all this is that our own people are harming each other?
It's one thing if you don't provide for future generations, but you even cause them trouble. Just thinking about it makes Tong Chuan feel very depressed.

In particular, the death of his son, Tong Yaohui, was something he could not accept at all.

If Tong Yaohui had died at the hands of Wang Xuance's roving troops, that would have been one thing, but if he had died at the hands of his own people, that would have been absolutely unacceptable.

Tong Chuan took a deep breath to calm himself down, then looked back at the ancestral hall. "Was there any particular custom involved when this ancestral hall was demolished?"

The things that have happened recently have been a bit too bizarre, so Tong Chuan can't help but be more cautious.

They were terrified of making a mistake and incurring disaster.

Huang Daolin said, "You should bring your people here first, and I'll tell you when to start the demolition and where to begin."

"it is good!"

Tong Chuan hurriedly sent someone to fetch him.

The women, children, and the elderly in the village, including Tong Xin who is still in a coma, were all transferred to Luoshan yesterday, leaving behind some able-bodied people.

These people were also quite frightened last night, and they were up all night, only able to rest when it was almost dawn.

……

The sun rises, its rays blazing overhead.

Tong Chuan called people over, first gathered firewood, and outside the ancestral hall, burned the body of the wandering monk who resembled Tong Kui, along with everything else that needed to be burned.

He didn't care whether the corpse was Tong Kui or his great-grandfather. Since you're going to harm your descendants, what use are you as an ancestor to us?
If things go wrong, we'll find a place to bury him when the time comes.

……

It was almost noon when Huang Daolin asked Chen Yang for the Crimson Sky Sword. Following the compass's direction, he found the seven-inch mark of the White Python Devouring Evil Formation.

Not far from the ancestral hall, on the main road of the village, Huang Daolin raised his sword and thrust it directly into the middle of the road.

Cut off the seven-inch mark to prevent the white python from losing its head when the ancestral hall is demolished, thus avoiding a backlash from the energy within the formation.

Chen Yang opened his eyes and used his Heavenly Eye to take a look.

The moment Huang Daolin's longsword pierced down, a surge of black, malevolent energy suddenly rose from the direction of the ancestral hall, vaguely condensing into the shape of a giant snake's head.

It was twisted in extreme pain, as if it were enduring immense suffering.

"Clang clang..."

The sword in Huang Daolin's hand was trembling violently, and the ground was shaking, as if an earth dragon was about to overturn.

He pressed it down firmly with both hands for more than a minute before the shaking stopped.

Meanwhile, at the Tong family ancestral hall, the illusory snake head formed by the gathering of Yin energy also drooped down and vanished without a trace.

The sun was blazing; it was already noon.

At the ancestral hall, Tong Chuan had already offered sacrifices to his ancestors, explained the consequences, and then moved the ancestral tablets.

A dozen or so young men from the Tong family climbed onto the roof, started dismantling it, and lifted the tiles, letting the sunlight stream in.

Invisible Yin energy overflowed, and black mist filled the area under the Heavenly Eye, but was quickly dissipated by the scorching sunlight.

……

With more people, the speed is also faster.

The demolition started a little after noon and continued until 3 p.m., when the ancestral hall was finally demolished.

With the python's head destroyed, the White Python Devouring Evil Formation was naturally broken. The Yin energy was exposed to the sunlight and had nowhere to hide. As far as the eye could see, the black aura had dissipated.

Thus, the incident involving the wandering monks at Dawa Mountain finally came to an end.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But I still had some worries in my heart.

Chen Yang said that Shi Ling had mentioned that she sensed five or six powerful auras in the mountains that day, but she wasn't sure whether it was five or six.

If it's the Five Paths, then everything is fine, as the five wandering masters have already been executed. But if it's the Six Paths, that means there's still one left, and then this matter isn't over yet; the mess hasn't been cleaned up.

But even if they haven't cleaned up their mess, there's nothing they can do about it now.

Including Huang Daolin, without any information about this sixth person, trying to find him through magic is like a skilled cook trying to cook without rice.

Many questions remained in everyone's mind.

Was the wandering monk who died outside the ancestral hall Tong Kui?
What exactly is the relationship between Tong Chen and Tong Kui, and Wang Xuance's group of wandering soldiers? Are they enemies or friends?
What is the purpose of this wandering monk coming to Tongjia'ao?
Was the incident at Erlang Temple related to Tong Chen? If so, what causal connection was involved?
What have they been doing all these years hiding in the Dawa Mountains?
……

Each and every one of these issues raised questions, and no one could provide them with answers.

But the answer doesn't matter anymore, since they're all dead.

These questions vanished with their execution and became unimportant.

……

The ancestral hall has been demolished into ruins and is now fully exposed to the sunlight, no longer having the gloomy feeling it once had.

Once the White Python Devouring Evil Formation was broken, no more Yin energy was seen flowing out of the mountain.

The mountain-suppressing stele from the backyard was also moved out and placed by the roadside.

Chen Yang arrived at the monument and carefully examined the stone tablet in front of him.

He had heard Tong Chen mention the Zhenshan Stele before, and his uncle had also told him about it.

This stele originated from Chongtian Temple on Mount Emei. Legend has it that it was left by Zhao Quanzhen, the Mountain Lord. There are many interpretations of the dragon and phoenix patterns on it; some say they are called the Heaven-Reaching Patterns, while others say they are the Demon-Suppressing Patterns…

It is said that this stone tablet has a great deterrent effect on mountain spirits, evil spirits, and demons.

After the decline of Chongtian Temple, the stone tablet was taken back to Qitian Temple. More than two hundred years ago, when Erlang Temple was newly built, a mountain spirit caused trouble. Since there was no master in the temple to suppress it, the Zhao family of Luoshan stepped forward to take the stone tablet out of Qitian Temple and bring it to Erlang Temple to suppress it. For more than a hundred years thereafter, it stood in the demon-suppressing cave behind the temple.

Later, the Erlang Temple incident occurred, and the Zhenshan Stele was moved to Dawa Mountain by Tong Chuan's father, Tong Xian.

……

Dragon and phoenix pattern.

Chen Yang had only seen photos of the stone tablet on Tong Xin's phone before, but now he had actually seen it in person.

The stone tablet is about two meters tall, carved from bluestone, with a dragon coiled on one side and a phoenix coiled on the other, and a dragon turtle on the base.

Bixi, also known as Baxia, was a professional stone carrier in ancient times.

The stele only has the character "镇" (town) engraved on it.

The characters are embedded several inches into the stone, as if they were carved with a sword. Despite the weathering and the passage of time, Chen Yang could still feel the powerful sword intent hidden within the characters.

On either side of the character “镇” are the dragon and phoenix patterns that Chen Yang focused on.

The left side features a dragon pattern, and the right side features a phoenix pattern.

The texture is clear, and the indentation is an inch deep.

Chen Yang reached out and touched it; the patterns on it were indeed very similar to the dragon and phoenix jade pendant in his hand.

Or rather, they really are exactly the same.

They look about the same size.

Chen Yang had an urge to take out the dragon and phoenix jade pendant and try setting it in.

But there were too many people at the scene, so Chen Yang suppressed his impulse.

At this moment, Zhou Mingyuan came to his side.

He was also examining the stone tablet in front of him. "The Mountain-Suppressing Tablet has a pattern that reaches to the heavens. It is said to have come from the Chongtian Temple on Mount Emei and was left by Zhao Quanzhen, the last mountain lord. It is said that there are three in total. Besides this one, I have also seen one in the Ailao Mountains of Raojiang..."

"There is one piece left. It was moved with the Emei Taoist sect back then, and it should be in Qingshen Mountain now."

"This stone tablet has lost much of its divinity over the years. It's good for suppressing ordinary mountain spirits and wild monsters that have become powerful, but its power is not as great as before."

……

Zhou Mingyuan seemed to know quite a lot, and he told Chen Yang about it without any hesitation.

He reached out and patted the stone tablet.

Suddenly, Chen Yang felt a powerful pressure emanating from the stone tablet, as if there were the cries of dragons and phoenixes, which made his blood surge for a moment.

But in that instant, the oppressive aura receded.

"It's been four hundred years. It's truly remarkable that it still possesses this power. The methods of a Celestial Realm cultivator are indeed beyond imagination," Zhou Mingyuan said.

Chen Yang looked carefully at the patterns on the stele. "Old Zhou, I want to take this stele back and study it."

Putting everything else aside, Chen Yang is really straightforward; he just says what he wants.

Zhou Mingyuan was taken aback upon hearing this, then laughed and said, "What's the use of telling me? This belongs to the Tong family."

At this moment, Tong Chuan also walked over here.

Chen Yang asked directly, "Grandpa Tong, could I borrow this stone tablet to study it?"

Tong Chuan paused upon hearing this. Was it really that straightforward?

He chuckled dryly, "In the end, this stone tablet doesn't belong to our Tong family, but to Emei. You might as well ask Masters Xuanqing and Xuanjing."

Chen Yang opened his mouth slightly.

This Tong Chuan is quite interesting. Are you going to lend him the money or not?

If you want me to find Xuanjing and Xuanqing, why would I even need to look for them?
However, since Tong Chuan has brought this up, he has to go through the proper procedures.

(End of this chapter)