Chapter Fifty-Seven

  Meng Mu was forced to drink a large bowl of medicinal soup and countless elixirs, almost choking to death, but finally managed to catch up with Dao Jing just as he was about to leave the door.

  The three of them sat down beside a stone mill under a jujube tree and began to integrate the information they had gathered.

  However, the result was not very good. After Dao Jing relayed He Yu's words, He Jun said that he had nothing to add himself.

  "The State of Qingyang is roughly as you know it, young master."

  Dao Jing furrowed his brow. In the ancient times, the clan system was the mainstay, and even a tribe of a hundred people dared to call itself a country. After going through wars and disasters, with repeated destruction and reorganization, new countries sprouted up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. This Qingyang Country was just one grain in the vast ocean, and if not for this matter concerning the black-robed men, Dao Jing might have gone his whole life without paying special attention to this ancient tribe.

  However, after many years of oral tradition, the stories were embellished and exaggerated by later generations, often becoming incredible miracles. This is a sign of respect for one's ancestors and a emphasis on one's own surname, which is understandable. Nevertheless, it has greatly affected the current search for the Black-clad people, making it difficult to find a starting point.

  "For some reason, I always feel that Sanping Dao's appearance is quite suspicious. If it were done by ordinary people, they would just collect money, why would they launch an array to summon spirits? This kind of array, I and Chengfu have discussed before, has some similarities with the pattern of Biliu Kongge, although it seems like a folk sorcery, but it's likely to be inseparable from the Xianjia."

  At this point, Dao Jing's expression became somewhat solemn. "Those born with spiritual intelligence naturally possess the ability to control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, without needing to learn such techniques. However, true immortals are not like that. When cultivating as a mortal, one must start learning from the most basic techniques. Innate talent is one part, heavenly endowment is another, but the ability to comprehend pure Daoist principles ultimately determines whether one can achieve immortality."

  "Ah??" Jun was stunned for a moment, "Master's meaning is that there are immortals who deliberately help the evil cult?"

  Dao Jing shook his head, "My intention is not to say that the true immortal is suspicious, it's also possible that the heavenly god borrowed the formation of the law array to conceal his identity. However, in any case, this is a huge hidden danger."

  "But what does this have to do with Qingyang Country?"

  "Wait a minute," Dao Jing pressed down on his hand, and slowly said: "We're investigating Qingyang Country because we discovered that the black-clad person is a descendant of this already extinct tribe. Then why are we investigating the black-clad person?"

  "It's because they once did harm to the young master!" and Ju raised his hand

  "Not bad," Jing nodded, "We've made several explanations about the black-clad man's motives before. Let's exclude my own reasons for now and take a look. Even if Virtual Void's death was indeed his heavenly tribulation, the black-clad man did have a purpose. At that time, there were theories that Virtual Void had a grudge against the black-clad man. However, before that, when Jiaolong went to Nangong to find me, Mengmu discovered someone lurking in the shadows. This has nothing to do with Virtual Void. Later, at Xiuyan Mountain, Duanmu Yang was ambushed, and Virtual Void suspected that the black-clad man's target was him. However, this theory doesn't hold up either."

  "Wait, I'm a bit confused." Mu Mu blinked her eyes repeatedly, thinking for a moment. "I'm not sure if it was the black-clad man that Nan Xian encountered. We also examined the body of a black-clad man on Mount Heng and didn't find anything unusual."

  "Ah, this..." Dao Jing suddenly laughed and teased: "I heard that when sending me to the Voidless Hall, Meng Xiaoxiao gallantly took action and bravely fought against the snake transformation. I wonder if there's any truth to this?"

  "Haha, haha" Mumbled and scratched his head, somewhat unexpectedly and somewhat embarrassed: "It's just a small effort, it's just a small effort"

  "Deeply moved and grateful!"

  "Ah?" He was completely stunned, and after a long time, he dryly said: "Haha, I'm just... every time you're so polite to me, I always have a bad feeling."

  "Ahem," said Jingbai, looking at him with a serious expression. "Let's get back to the matter at hand. In the letter that He Song brought back, Ma Ming mentioned the massacre in Nangong County towards the end. He had already asked Zhu Long for confirmation, and it was indeed true that Jiaolong was not suspicious. However, he also said that Huashe had not been punished because she had escaped from Tianyao during the chaos when the seal was broken. Although this is the case, there were still several suspicious individuals who were caught and brought back with her."

  "Who is it?" Meng Mu's tone was somewhat urgent.

  "The man in black with the raven on his chest!"

  "Are they still alive?"

  He was slightly surprised at his reaction, but this sudden illness had been going on for a long time. He shook his head and said: "When I discovered them, they were all dead. What's strange is that there were no injuries on their bodies. I can only guess that it was because the spiritual energy was sucked away, but since there is no soul-calling array in the Heavenly Prison, the reason is still unclear for the time being."

  "Oh, I see." Mumbled and swallowed saliva.

  However, this is enough to show that at the time of Nanguo, the black-clad people had already appeared.

  "That's not necessarily true, after all, Duanmu brothers were still injured"

  Dao Jing looked at Meng Mu, seemingly hesitating for a moment before speaking: "No, Jiaolong has already written back to me. Detian's origins are quite ordinary and there's nothing special about him. The master he's been searching for didn't even leave behind a name or title. For many years, he lived in seclusion with him at the foot of Suishan Mountain, without any contact with the local people."

  The most important thing is that he and Lu Jian walked safely from Suishan to Tiantai Mountain. Even if he borrowed Ma Ming's power to drive the cloud away, it also shows that after Duanmu Yang came out of Suishan, everything was done with the help of others, and there was no possibility of making enemies with anyone.

  "So," Dao Jing concluded, "the target of the man in black is me!"

  Sanping Dao wreaked havoc in Wu Yue, destroying the reputation of Tiantai Mountain. The black-clad men also pursued and killed Dao Jing. It seems that these two groups have a common goal!

  "Furthermore, it should be commissioned by the same person or the same force!!!"

  "I understand," and Juntong suddenly realized, "No wonder the young master wants to investigate the origin of Qingyang country. The young master thinks that the black-clothed man is difficult to find in secret, so he wants to start from the root?"

  Although Dao Jing nodded, he was also bewildered at this point. The Qingyang country had been destroyed for a long time and it was difficult to trace back, unless he went back to the mountain to ask his respected teacher?

  "This isn't necessary," he said with a sudden smile, "I just remembered something. I recall that Guzhu Gong once mentioned that all events in the Three Realms and Six Paths are recorded, and major secrets are sealed in secret libraries, unknown to mortals and even some immortals."

  "You said... " Dao Jing's mind suddenly flashed back to a scene from a year ago, and he felt an unbearable headache. "This secret library, could it be the Xunshan Immortal Library?"

  He Junchen knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime failure and a great tribulation for everyone on Tiantai Mountain. At this moment, just by looking at his face, he knew that this matter should not be mentioned. He hurriedly said: "Young master, don't think too much about it, actually, it's not entirely like that. The Xunshan Immortal Treasury stores the top secrets of the Heavenly Family, most of which are true Taoist classics. As for the records of good and evil events in the mortal world, there is a True Person with the position of Heavenly King who is responsible for this. This Heavenly King has been in office for less than two years, perhaps he will be easier to talk to than other immortals, young master might as well ask him about it?"

  Dào Jìng thought for a moment and realized that there was no one like him in his memory, nor had he heard the people on the mountain mention him before. He must have been with Jun often over the years, so he knew more about it.

  "Who is it?"

  "Wangwu Mountain, Qingxu True Man!"

  The setting sun is like blood, the lonely goose that returns late wails by itself, standing on the street staring blankly at the sky, feeling a little melancholy and bewildered. Perhaps unknowingly I have walked too far, even turning my head to take one last look is no longer possible.

  Originally for the sake of catching ghosts at night, I planned to go to the Qin family first to calm everyone down. But as I walked, I felt more and more overwhelmed, and my footsteps became heavier and heavier.

  Meng Mu felt it was time to stop.

  He stumbled to the front of a shop, holding onto the pillar and sitting down on the steps. The shops behind him had already closed their doors, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street. They must have all gone home. Those without a home had nowhere to rely on, they could only move forward. But when he calmed down from his long and arduous journey, stopped for a moment, he would feel that he had already experienced all the hardships of this life, so let's take a break for now.

  Perhaps Mirror Fairy is right, some people are born with gold, some are born with jade, and some can only be wood. Even if they go through a hundred refinements and thousands of hardships, they still cannot compare to the others, at most becoming the base of someone's family. Since I have already realized that some things are not obtainable no matter how hard you try, and some things can't be achieved even with persistence. If this means that fate has already been predetermined in the dark, then what is the point of my own pursuit?

  The depression was overwhelming, Mengmu didn't know how to encourage himself, nor did he know if it was necessary. At this moment, even waving his hand to drive away the flies in front of him felt so powerless. His limbs were as empty as a shell, and his mind was also empty, the whole person was like falling into a cloud of fog.

  The strength was exhausted, and only then did he feel the pain. "It's okay, I can still bear it," he thought to himself. But this pain couldn't be driven away, like dense rain needles that kept falling on the tender leaves, he had no choice but to endure.

  Mengmu didn't like rain, but sometimes he couldn't avoid it.

  The sun sets in the west, and the clouds of sunset gradually fade away, rushing towards the vast ocean, leaving behind a lonely figure on the street corner, forgotten in this fleeting world. After many years, will you still remember that there was once someone who stood in the dirt, gazing deeply at you, hoping to hold onto the glory they had never possessed in their life, and wished to walk side by side with you through the vast red dust, without regard for consequences?

  After a long time, when the blue night curtain rose, that figure suddenly moved, as if it had escaped from a nightmare.

  He was panting heavily, looking at the empty streets in front of him and the figures rushing from afar, when he suddenly realized a problem.

  "Niang da, Cheng Fu what did you give me to eat!!!!!!"

  “……！！！”

  Cheng Fu nodded like a little chicken pecking at rice, constantly apologizing. However, looking at Meng Mu's current state, he knew this was a manifestation of the medicine taking effect, and immediately brought out his calm as a doctor, decisively calling for He and Jun to drag him back together.

  Tears streaming down her face, she was suspended in mid-air, "Can't you be a bit gentler?"

  Jin Chao Mama October 6, 2014 5:23

  Mengmu was depressed