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

Chapter 775 Uncle left, and the Fire Silkworm was stolen!

What was Yu Huaizhen's reason for concealing the identity of the person who informed on him?

Was he afraid that people would find out about his connection with Ding Huanchun, which would damage Qingshen Mountain's reputation? Or was he worried that Ding Huanchun would be discovered to be still alive?

Just how close were his relationship with Ding Huanchun?
In any case, this Yu Huaizhen is probably not as simple as she seems.

"What are you having for lunch?" Hyun Jung asked abruptly.

It was almost noon, and Chen Yang still showed no sign of cooking. The stove and pots were cold, which was hardly the way to treat guests.

Chen Yang chuckled dryly, "Master, didn't you want to see my great-uncle? It's still early, let's go to your great-uncle's house for a meal."

"Ah, that's fine too."

Xuan Jing shook her head and smiled, without saying anything more.

……

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Huangjiacun.

When Chen Yang brought Xuan Jing, Huang Daolin had just returned from the mountains.

During his free time, he went to the tea garden to tidy up the tea trees. After several rounds of tea picking, the tea bushes would grow unevenly, so they needed to be pruned to make it easier to pick the next time they sprouted.

This is hard work, but Huang Daolin is not short of strength.

When he saw Chen Yang bringing Xuan Jing over, he was clearly surprised. This was a revered monk from Baoguo Temple who had come all this way to see him. He was truly flattered.

Quickly boil water to make tea and prepare lunch.

However, the task of cooking still fell to Chen Yang.

Xuanjing and Huang Daolin went to the study together. They were talking about something, and laughter could be heard from time to time.

Chen Yang was cooking in the kitchen. Fortunately, Xuan Jing was a nun who ate vegetarian food and kept everything light, which made things much simpler.

One cold potato salad, one stir-fried sweet potato leaves, one steamed eggplant, one boiled tofu, and one boiled pumpkin soup.

Three people, four dishes and a soup, all set.

It didn't take much effort.

The dishes were set on the table, and the rice was cooked. Chen Yang called the two people down to eat.

At the dinner table, the two were still chatting about random things. Chen Yang looked at this one and that one, wondering to himself, when did these two become so close?
Xuanjing said, "Your mental cultivation far surpasses your current realm. Even if you haven't reached the Dao True Realm, you're probably not far off. I think you should come back to Emei with me and cultivate in seclusion at Tianhua Temple for a while. With me and Senior Brother Xuanqing protecting you, it probably won't take more than two or three months to help you advance to the late stage of the Creation Realm, or even break through to the Dao True Realm..."

These words were spoken to Huang Daolin.

Chen Yang looked at Huang Daolin. Had his uncle's mental cultivation reached such a level?
Late stage of the Creation Realm? Even if he hasn't reached the Dao True Realm, he's not far off?

They're both at the Creation Realm, yet their mental cultivation is so different; I'm only at the mid-Creation Realm myself.

As long as one's mental state is strong enough, one can recklessly increase one's cultivation level without worrying about an unstable foundation, going astray, or being unable to control one's power.

What surprised Chen Yang even more was that Xuan Jing would actually take the initiative to invite Huang Daolin to go to Emei for secluded cultivation, which was not like Xuan Jing's usual style.

Upon hearing this, Huang Daolin shook his head. "There's still a ton of work to do at home. I've been delayed for far too long lately. After pruning the tea plantations, we still need to spray pesticides to get rid of pests..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang and Xuan Jing were both at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Working? I'm talking to you about serious business, why would I need to do work?

Chen Yang said, "Uncle, since the master has spoken, I think it's a good opportunity. Emei Mountain is the most beautiful place in the world, with the ancestral veins of various mountains and abundant earth vein energy. Cultivating in Emei is something many cultivators would rather die for..."

Indeed, there are many lay Buddhists practicing in Emei, but not just anyone can stay in a temple in Emei to practice.

The earth vein energy of Emei is so rich that it cannot be compared with other places. Moreover, there are so many masters there who can discuss problems encountered in cultivation. There is also the opportunity to receive guidance from the three great monks. This is definitely a wonderful thing that many people would rather die than have.

Xuanjing's willingness to personally ask for his help and even promise to protect him was undoubtedly a favor to Huang Daolin, setting him apart from other lay Buddhists who resided in temples.

This is a great opportunity, how can we not seize it?
Huang Daolin chuckled dryly, "I still have a few batches of 'Heart Refining Pills' left to refine..."

Xuan Jing laughed, "It's just alchemy, where can't you do it? You can do it at Emei too. Whatever medicinal herbs you need, just have the pharmacy prepare them for you..."

Chen Yang nodded repeatedly.

It was simply impossible to refuse such a warm invitation.

"Alright, I'll pack up and go to Emei to bother you for a while. I hope you won't find me annoying, Master," Huang Daolin said.

Hyun Jung smiled.

Chen Yang also breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Huang Daolin would be too embarrassed to accept the offer and miss this opportunity.

Since Xuan Jing promised to protect him and help him advance to the late stage of the Creation Realm or even break through to the Dao True Realm in a short period of time, he must have a considerable degree of confidence.

After all, Huang Daolin's mental cultivation was so high; the only thing he lacked was his own level of spiritual attainment.

If it were Chen Yang, with such a high level of mental cultivation, he would probably have chosen to go into seclusion long ago, consuming all sorts of elixirs and medicines to desperately raise his cultivation level.

Unlike Huang Daolin, who is busy with household chores all day long, it's understandable that he spends time refining elixirs, but it's really hard to understand why he spends time picking tea leaves and pruning tea trees.

However, Chen Yang realized that Huang Daolin focused more on cultivating his mind and didn't care much about improving his own realm. If he had any persistent pursuit of power, he probably would have already piled up resources to reach a very high level.

This may be one of the reasons why Huang Daolin had such a high level of mental cultivation.

Experience life, refine your heart amidst the mundane world, and find the essence of Tao in the everyday trifles.

But it seems that Chen Yang cannot learn this method of cultivating the mind.

Huang Daolin said to Chen Yang, "I've almost finished pruning the tea trees this morning. Next, I need to spray pesticides, especially on the Maobagang area, where there are a lot of leafhoppers. I need to spray them thoroughly. After I leave, Xiao Yang, this task is in your hands."

"it is good."

Chen Yang was somewhat amused and exasperated, as the man was still concerned about his tea trees. "If there's anything else, just write it down in a notebook and leave it to me. You can go to Emei to cultivate in peace."

"There are still over a thousand paper bundles left to wrap in the main room. After you finish wrapping them, take them to Nie Liangyun. There are also some paper figures and horses that I've already tied up. They cost a total of five thousand five hundred yuan..."

"Also, Xiaoying's mother would like some tea..."

……

There were quite a few things to do; he filled two pages with notes, all of them trivial matters, leaving Chen Yang somewhat amused and exasperated.

To ensure his uncle had no worries, Chen Yang took on all the responsibilities himself.

"Anymore?"

Chen Yang took notes while eating, and by the time he finished, he had almost finished remembering everything.

"It's gone for now."

Huang Daolin shook his head, seemingly unable to recall anything else he hadn't explained.

Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief and put down the notebook. "I do have something I need my uncle's help with. It just so happens that the master is here too. You are both knowledgeable and experienced, so please take a look at it for me."

"Oh?"

Both of them looked at him in surprise.

Chen Yang took the bowl to the kitchen, then went outside to the yard and took Qin Zhou's jar out of the car trunk.

……

The jar was placed on the table.

Huang Daolin's face twitched when he saw it.

"Soul Urn?"

He works as a funeral urn, and he's indispensable at weddings and funerals both inside and outside the village. He deals with the dead all the time and has a deep understanding of funeral customs, so he could recognize it as a soul urn at a glance.

Things used by the dead.

The burial goods placed in the tomb sometimes contain grains, and sometimes contain bones, symbolizing that they are containers used by the deceased to hold their soul.

Xuan Jing's face twitched slightly. Chen Yang was really reckless. What was the difference between this and carrying an urn of ashes for identification?
They even put it directly on the dinner table, don't they feel it's unlucky?

Chen Yang nodded. "I also think it's a soul urn, but this isn't an ordinary soul urn."

"What? The urn containing Qin Shi Huang's soul?" Xuan Jing asked abruptly.

But that shut Chen Yang up.

He hurriedly told the two about the origin of the soul urn and his experiences in Qinzhou these past few days.

"real or fake?"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Jing immediately used her spiritual power to probe into the jar.

Upon this probing, he quickly became serious.

Even his primordial spirit couldn't penetrate it; it was as if there was a force inside the jar repelling his attempts to probe.

"Heh, you've got some skill."

Hyun Jung placed one hand on the lid of the jar, trying to open it.

However, the moment he touched it, his expression changed drastically.

Just like Chen Yang had felt before, it was as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, his heart suddenly raced, and his face turned pale.

"what?"

He quickly let go of the jar, and his gaze toward it became strange.

What the hell is this? This is kind of weird.

Huang Daolin didn't believe in superstitions either, so he tried it himself, but the result was the same.

It took them both a while for their complexions to return to normal.

"So? Can you figure anything out?" Chen Yang asked. Xuan Jing shook her head.

He looked at Huang Daolin.

Huang Daolin also shook his head.

Both of them had their brows deeply furrowed.

"You're saying this thing came from the Western Frontier?" Xuanjing asked.

Chen Yang nodded. "According to Qin Zhou, he got it from a friend, who found it at a ghost market in the Western Frontier."

Xuan Jing stroked his chin. "In the Western Frontier, there are three major secret sects. This thing might be related to a secret sect, or it could be some kind of evil treasure."

He couldn't explain it either, it was just a guess.

Huang Daolin said, "This jar looks quite old, probably at least several hundred or even a thousand years old. Judging from its shape, it seems to be in the style of the Western Frontier. There should be some kind of powerful seal on the jar, and who knows what might be sealed inside..."

"Hundreds or thousands of years? How can the things inside still be alive? How can they get up in the middle of the night to look for blood pills, and even suck blood and lifespan?" Chen Yang said, puzzled.

Even a being at the Celestial Realm, sealed in a jar for hundreds or thousands of years without food, water, or energy supply, would probably have died from the Five Signs of Decay long ago, and their primordial spirit would likely have long since dissipated.

Xuan Jing said, "It's not necessarily the thing inside the jar that's causing the blood-sucking and life-sustaining effects. It could be the seal on the jar. Some powerful seals can suck blood and life-sustaining effects."

"Oh?"

Chen Yang raised an eyebrow. Was it the seal on the jar that was causing the problem?

Huang Daolin nodded in agreement, "For example, the seal created by the Life-Locking Nails, whether it's placing or removing the nails, will consume the caster's lifespan. Lifespan is something that cannot be seen or touched, but it does exist. Not to mention, in our sect of magic, there are quite a few forbidden spells that consume lifespan..."

“Yes, Buddhism also has similar forbidden techniques,” Xuanjing nodded and said.

Huang Daolin said, "The seal on this jar is extremely powerful, but I can't tell its origin. The person who set up the seal must have been a very powerful cultivator. If the seal was left hundreds or thousands of years ago, it would most likely have been placed by a Celestial Realm expert..."

"I can't say what's sealed inside, but I think it's unlikely that something that existed hundreds or thousands of years ago, if it were alive, would still be alive today."

……

"But it's not impossible."

Hyun Jing chimed in, "Keep it for yourself and observe it further. If anything else seems amiss..."

"Send it to Emei?" Chen Yang asked.

Upon hearing this, Xuan Jing rolled her eyes at him, "Is harming one of you not enough? Do you want to send me to the temple to harm the Bodhisattva?"

Chen Yang's face twitched.

Xuan Jing said, "Don't be reckless and open this jar if you don't know what's inside. What if it's some kind of ferocious beast inside? It's definitely not something to be trifled with if it can be suppressed with such a powerful seal. Find a place in the mountains to bury it. Don't be so foolish as to send it to Emei unless you can ask a Bodhisattva to appear."

Chen Yang was both amused and exasperated.

He wanted to open it and take a look, but the problem was, he couldn't open it at all.

Even Xuan Jing felt the heat was too much; this jar was definitely something special.

He looked at Huang Daolin.

Huang Daolin nodded, sharing the same thought as Xuan Jing.

"Ok."

Chen Yang nodded, his gaze falling on the jar, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have really gotten himself into a hot potato.

Forget it.

Let's observe for a few more days. If it's really as strange as Qin Zhou said, then we'll consider how to deal with it.

……

in the afternoon.

Huang Daolin packed his clothes and then left with Xuan Jing.

Xuanjing had a driver arranged by Baoguo Temple to pick them up, so Chen Yang didn't need to personally take them.

Uncle left, and gave the key to Chen Yang, leaving the courtyard suddenly empty.

There were about ten chickens in the chicken coop. Chen Yang touched his forehead. He had to feed them every day; it was quite a hassle.

Spend a little money to ask a neighbor to help feed it.

He wasn't familiar with Huangjia Village, so he called Huang Can over.

The things my uncle left behind weren't anything major, but they were just too messy and trivial.

……

A short while later, Huang Can rode a motorcycle, roaring all the way, and stopped outside the yard.

Chen Yang was wrapping up paper in the main room when he directly conscripted him into the army.

"Where is Uncle?"

"I went to Emei Mountain."

"Going to Emei? Why?"

Huang Can was somewhat taken aback.

Chen Yang explained the general situation and took out the notebook he had written down at noon. "You are more familiar with Huangjia Village, so help find some people and arrange everything written in the notebook. I will pay them."

Huang Can looked at the notebook, his face twitching slightly. "Okay, but it's busy farming season, and it's hard to say if we can find anyone. Give me some cash; it'll make it more convincing."

Chen Yang went to the car, took out 20,000 yuan in cash, and handed it to Huang Can.

If you have money, then things will be much easier.

Although Huang Can is from Huangjia Village, he has been away from the village for a long time. Moreover, he and his sister didn't have much of a presence in Huangjia Village. If he doesn't produce something real, no one will believe him.

……

A short while later, Huang Can returned with a group of people.

Most of them were elderly men and women, and the few who were slightly younger were mostly disabled.

Chen Yang glanced over and realized that none of the dozen or so people could muster a decent set of teeth.

Dumbfounding.

But it's the busy farming season in the village now, and everyone with some labor capacity has gone up the mountain to pick tea leaves and do farm work, so these are the only people we can find.

Huang Can said, "Let them help wrap up the paper first. None of the able-bodied men in the village are home. They won't be back until tonight. I'll go out and look around then. As long as the money is right, there are plenty of people willing to do the work..."

Chen Yang didn't say much.

He was sealing over a thousand bundles of paper all by himself; he must have gone mad.

Huang Can then brought over stools and arranged for the elderly men and women to get to work.

These elderly people, although old and frail, are still quite nimble after a lifetime of working.

……

"Chen Yang, I need to talk to you about something."

Everyone got busy, and Huang Can called Chen Yang aside, his expression slightly serious.

"what happened?"

Chen Yang looked at him strangely; the guy's expression made it seem like he was asking him for money.

Huang Can said, "Last night I was catching cicadas in Gaokanlin when I heard someone calling me. Then I felt dizzy and passed out..."

"I woke up in the middle of the night, and I was so scared that I rushed down the mountain. Looking back, I think I must have been possessed by an evil spirit..."

……

Gao Kanlin?
Upon hearing this, Chen Yang frowned slightly.

Judging from Huang Can's serious expression, he didn't seem to be making up a story.

"Didn't see anyone?" Chen Yang asked.

Huang Can is now a cultivator at the Spirit Realm, so anyone who wants to ambush such a cultivator must have a cultivation level that is at least as high as possible.

Chen Yang has almost completely cleared out the spiritual creatures on Qishan Mountain during this period, so what else could be causing trouble?
And yet, Huang Can still managed to run into him. Could it be that this guy, like me, has a body that attracts monsters?

Huang Can shook his head. "When I fell, I vaguely saw a white figure, but I couldn't see it clearly. I thought about it carefully afterwards and I think it should have been a woman. She was quite tall, with long hair, and the voice that called my name was a woman's voice..."

Chen Yang pinched his chin and looked Huang Can up and down, his tongue flipping up his upper gums. "Do you feel anything unusual in your body?"

Huang Can quickly said, "Something's wrong. After I woke up, I felt weak and empty inside. I was even out of breath when I walked. I didn't dare tell my sister. I suspect someone stole my chickens..."

"cough……"

Chen Yang almost choked on his own words when he heard this.

"real."

Huang Can, however, spoke with great seriousness, "When I woke up, my clothes were open, and the feeling on my body was very similar to..."

"okay."

Chen Yang stopped him, "Anything else? Besides this, are there any other unusual occurrences?"

"Have."

Huang Can nodded seriously, "I feel like I'm losing touch with the fire silkworm in my belly..."

(End of this chapter)