Chapter 78: See the Geomantic Divine Plate Again
Early morning, Ten Thousand Mountains.

A drizzle of autumn rain came suddenly.

Yuqiong Mountain is the highest mountain nearby.

Although it is not rocky and beautiful, it is also strange and changeable, and it looks even more desolate with the falling autumn rain.

Song Jiu was holding an oil-paper umbrella and could vaguely see the Taoist temple on the top of Yuqiong Mountain in front of him.

Look down again.

I saw smoke rising from the foot of the mountain.

“There is someone here?”

Song Jiu’s tone was strange. He stepped out and his figure appeared in Huanghu Village.

At this time, some disabled people in the village were already carrying hoes and preparing to go to the fields to work.

They settled down at the foot of Yuqiong Mountain.

They began to reclaim wasteland.

However, Song Jiu walked past them without anyone noticing.

The Qing’an County God said indifferently: “A few days ago, a dragon rose up in the Shiwanda Mountain. They must be the remnants of the people who escaped.”

“Look, there’s another monk there.”

Song Jiu looked at Yubaba with surprise, as she knew nothing about this.

Yubaba is only at the Golden Core level.

Now that the deadline is approaching, the only thought is to plan the future lives of the remaining people as well as possible before dying.

And just then.

Song Jiu’s mind moved, and he appeared in front of Yubaba.

“I’ve met senior…”

Yubaba’s face changed slightly and she lowered her head quickly. She only took one look at this man and felt her heart breaking.

No need to think about it.

This must be a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Moreover, he is a cultivator who has reached the end of the path of cultivation like the Twelfth Madam.

If you go one more step forward, you will become a god right away.

Song Jiu is not a girl from a noble family like Song Qiuyue.

She is not as decisive and murderous as the Twelfth Lady.

He is Song Tiangang’s loyal servant.

He had seen all kinds of people, so he naturally saw through Yubaba’s true colors at a glance.

Song Jiu smiled faintly and said, “You should have been here at Yuqiong Mountain for a short time. Have you seen a young woman, about 18 or 19 years old, with a group of Yuanying cultivators around her? If you have seen her, please tell me the truth.”

Granny Tang said, “They are all in the Jingxian Temple. They are already dead. They were all killed by Chen Huangpi.”

As soon as these words came out.

Yubaba was horrified.

She just listened to what the man said, and then subconsciously told him all the reasons.

“Don’t be afraid.”

Song Jiu said calmly: “It’s just some small tricks. Let me ask you, who is Chen Huangpi? How could he have such means?”

“He is the disciple of the master.”

“Did he also kill those one hundred gods?”

“He only killed forty.”

“Is he a god?”

“No.”

Hear this.

Song Jiu frowned immediately.

If he is not a god, then he is a Nascent Soul cultivator.

A Nascent Soul of the same realm who can fight three at once is already a natural talent.

And he killed dozens of cultivators of the same realm without hesitation, and even killed forty gods. This cannot be explained by natural talent.

Could it be that this tangerine peel is evil?
Moreover, it can speak human language, and its evil is comparable to a disaster.

The most important thing is that there is a master.

Think of this.

Song Jiu suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness.

It was as if something was watching me from nowhere.

He then asked Tangbaba: “What kind of existence is that Guanzhu you mentioned?”

Tangbaba said subconsciously: “The master is the master.”

“Can you be in the temple?”

“exist.”

“Thank you.”

Song Jiu bowed and left without hesitation.

The disciple killed dozens of monks and forty gods by himself.

It must be a disaster.

The Master could bring forth such a calamity, which could at least be called an evil calamity.

But Yubaba’s eyes were mortal and her mind was confused, so she couldn’t see their true nature and just thought they were master and disciple.

Although Song Jiu came for revenge.

But I’m not here to die.

Even though he had the county god, a temporary county magistrate, and eight hundred grass-headed gods, he could easily escape even if he faced a disaster.

But it was just a way to get away.

Wanting to kill the little evil creature in front of the big evil creature is simply a dream.

To take a step back, it is a real murder.

God knows whether the so-called temple master will chase them like a madman.

I hope that instead of getting my revenge, I end up losing a few lives.

But that’s it.

Song Jiu hesitated for a moment, then stopped and turned to ask, “Is Chen Huangpi in the temple?”

If you are there, leave immediately.

If he’s not here, there’s still room for maneuver.

Granny Tang shook her head and said, “Chen Huangpi went to the God Burial Tomb and is not in the temple anymore.”

“Why do you want to go here?”

“Because the abbot is dead, Chen Huangpi has to find a way to save him.”

“died?”

Song Jiu immediately looked towards the top of Yuqiong Mountain, where the Jingxian Temple was located in the autumn rain.

……

There was a gentle breeze and drizzle inside Jingxian Temple.

The Fox Mountain God was sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding three portraits of the temple master.

It dare not let go of these three portraits easily.

I don’t know where to put it.

I had no choice but to hold it in my hands.

And just then.

The Fox Mountain God suddenly frowned and shouted to the outside of the hall: “Who is coming?” “Song Jiu, under the command of Xuzhou Mu.”

Song Jiu walked into the hall calmly, bowed to the Fox Mountain God and said, “You are the mountain god of Huanghu Village, right?”

“So what?”

The Fox Mountain God’s expression changed slightly.

Although it was drained of its vitality, it also absorbed a large amount of spiritual energy, which was very different from before.

But I am very familiar with the taste of popularity.

It could smell that Song Jiu’s popularity was so strong that it was as dazzling as the sun.

A god wearing green armor can be vaguely seen.

That is a being that is much higher in status than it.

Thinking of this, the Fox Mountain God’s heart moved, and he immediately widened his eyes, extremely excited, and said nervously: “Are you here to rescue me?”

“rescue?”

Song Jiu asked with a half-smile: “How do you save him?”

The Fox Mountain God said excitedly, “Since your surname is Song, you must be Miss Song’s family. She and I were trapped in this devil’s cave. She once told me that Xuzhou Mu was her uncle and would definitely send someone to rescue her. It’s a pity that Chen Huangpi was too cruel. Miss Song was brutally killed just because she owed him some money.”

“Before Miss Song died, she asked me to keep silent and hide her body.”

“Although I am a small god in the mountains, I also know that the Qinghe Song family has an excellent reputation. You are not here to rescue me, so how could you kill me?”

Hear this.

Song Jiu was stunned.

He didn’t believe the words of the Fox Mountain God.

How could someone with this kind of experience believe just a few words from others?

Only children would do that.

He just didn’t expect that the young lady’s body had been hidden.

I thought it was eaten.

Song Jiu thought for a moment and asked, “Where is the young lady’s body?”

Fox Mountain God said: “There is a large open space in the back mountain. I hid Miss Song’s body and those of the monk brothers there.”

“Okay, then take me there.”

Song Jiu stared at the Fox Mountain God.

The Fox Mountain God shook his head and said, “No, I am trapped here. If I could leave, I would have escaped when Chen Huangpi left.”

As he spoke, the Fox Mountain God pointed behind him in a mysterious manner.

Song Jiu looked behind him and saw only a statue of the god, without any scent of incense.

He sneered: “I don’t see your predicament, I just see that you seem to be free and easy in this hall, and you are even bowing to the statue…”

The word “kowtow” has not yet been finished.

Song Jiu’s expression froze.

What kind of statue is that? It’s clearly a strange corpse with two heads and a blurry mass of flesh and blood in the middle.

Previously, he just thought of it as a god to be worshipped.

Looking at it now, I feel creepy.

And what’s even weirder is.

Song Jiu clearly noticed that the corpse trembled from time to time.

It’s as if he’s not dead yet.

In his mind, the voice of the City God of Qing’an County exploded like thunder.

“It’s weird, too weird!”

“Master Song, did you see that? This Taoist’s body is about to grow a third head.”

“Let’s go, before he grows a third head!”

Song Jiu looked embarrassed and quickly left the main hall of Jingxian Temple.

“Brother Song, stop!”

The Fox Mountain God hurriedly said, “The master is dead. Don’t be afraid. I have figured it out. When Chen Huangpi comes back, I will still be dead. It is better to go with you. Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope.”

But Song Jiu had already run away, running faster than when he came.

In the main hall.

The popularity that had just risen disappeared instantly.

The Fox Mountain God sneered: “With just this little courage, you still want to play tricks on me. I only need to make a little move to scare the shit out of you.”

……

Song Jiu turned into a beam of light and flew out of Jingxian Temple.

If it’s against Chen Huangpi.

He certainly wouldn’t be so embarrassed.

But the master of the temple gave him a very bad feeling.

I just took a look, and the strange scene in my mind could not be erased.

The more you talk about it.

The more uneasy I feel.

This feeling was very similar to the uneasy feeling he had when he was a child and the Song family ordered Song Jiu to sleep in a coffin with a dead person for seven days and seven nights in order to train him to be a loyal servant.

It was as if the corpse would come back to life in the next second and eat him alive.

It’s extremely weird.

Until it flew hundreds of miles away from Yuqiong Mountain.

Only then did Song Jiu stop.

“Master Song, are you going back now?”

“go back?”

Song Jiu shook his head and said, “It’s impossible to report back now. Chen Huangpi is probably a disaster at best. It won’t be too late to chop off his head before leaving.”

The City God of Qing’an County said, “He went to the God Burial Tomb. Could it be that you know where the God Burial Tomb is?”

Song Jiu said: “I don’t know either, but luckily I brought the geomancy plate. He killed Miss Song, so he got some of her popularity. If her popularity hasn’t dissipated, we can roughly know which direction he went.”

As he spoke, Song Jiu’s heart moved, and a square bronze feng shui plate flew out from the bag hanging on his waist.

Followed by.

Song Jiu took out another thin strand of hair.

That’s Song Qiuyue’s.

Tying his hair to the pointer of the Feng Shui plate, Song Jiu released a magical power and made a seal, and the pointer started to move immediately.

After a while.

The pointer pointed in a direction.

Song Jiu breathed a sigh of relief and said, “If we go in this direction, we will definitely catch up with Chen Huangpi.”

But the words just fell.

The pointer suddenly trembled and pointed in another direction.

The two directions, if not far apart, are also poles apart.

Song Jiu narrowed his eyes and said in an incredible tone: “It sensed another geomancy plate? Is it the one belonging to Lin Ye or the one belonging to the Twelfth Lady?”

　The pace quickened a bit.

Tomorrow, I will sort out the plot details of Tomb of the Gods, and I will still update twice. The day after tomorrow, which is the weekend, I will update three times with 10,000 words.

There is no clear update plan for next week.

From Monday to Friday, the minimum update is more than 6,000 words per day, and then there will be one day when the update will be increased to 10,000 words. Next weekend, I will try to update 10,000 words on two days. If I have something to do, I will also update 10,000 words one day on the weekend.

Anyway, there are definitely two or three days a week when the daily turnover is tens of thousands.

　
(End of this chapter)