Zhu Xuemin frowned. "Don't enter Chenzhou City?"

"You must be wondering why, right?"

Li Ang poked the tumor, conveying the information. "The thing is, after waking up, he claimed to be an elder of the Dragon Tiger Mountain from a previous generation, who was plotted against and murdered during the Taiyin Refining process.

His body was divided into several pieces.

Only his head, which is Xiangrui himself, was able to escape to Annam by destroying his own Yuanshen (Primordial Spirit) to hold off his enemies.

According to Xiangrui's vague sense, two fragments of his previous body are in Fengzhou and Qizhou,

which are the two locations that Comrade Zhu Xuemin divined earlier."

?!

Zhu Xuemin's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously looked at the two heads placed on the table.

In other words, these two heads were once fragments of the Dragon Tiger Mountain elder's Taiyin-refined body?

Who?

Who has the ability to kill a Dragon Tiger Mountain elder and not be hunted down by Dragon Tiger Mountain?

And what plan does he have in mind, allowing the body fragments to turn into demons?

Zhu Xuemin's head was filled with questions.

Li Ang on the opposite side was still sending messages unhurriedly. "Xiangrui told me that

we have had close contact with Xiangrui, and our bodies have been stained with Xiangrui's 'karma.' As soon as we get close to the range of Chenzhou City,

we will be sensed by the enemy who killed Xiangrui's previous life.

That enemy is the mastermind behind all of this,

and he is now in Chenzhou City..."

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"Stewed meat, grilled meat, stewed goose, cooked mutton!"

"Exotic fruits and vegetables, seasonal fruits, wine, vinegar, and seafood!"

"When luck comes, buy a manor and marry a wife~"

On the streets of Chenzhou, Luo Siyuan, an 18th-generation disciple of Dragon Tiger Mountain, listened to the bustling hawkers in the lively market, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

He is an ordinary-looking young man with a slightly round face,

wearing a blue shirt, without the Zhuangzi scarf of the Zheng Yi sect, looking relaxed and free, like a scholar who came out of the Imperial College.

It is noon now, and the market is bustling and noisy.

Peddlers are selling knives and scissors along the street.

Small carts parked on the bluestone road sell malt sugar.

Shops here sell yellow oranges, green tangerines, frosted persimmon cakes, and dragon-entwined jujubes.

Stalls there sell milky sugar balls, tadpole jelly, bean curd soup, jade vanishing ointment, and raw and cooked lotus roots stuffed with glutinous rice.

Taking a deep breath, you can taste the strong sweetness in the air.

"It's Daoist Luo!"

"Daoist Luo is here!"

Luo Siyuan seems to be very popular here. The vendors along the street recognize him.

Seeing that it was him, they greeted him warmly and stuffed all kinds of snacks into his arms, regardless of whether he could eat them.

There was also a little girl selling flowers, holding a flower basket, twisting and taking a red flower from the flower basket and throwing it on top of his full arms,

and then, amid the kind laughter of the neighbors along the street, she ran away in embarrassment, her face flushed red,

leaving Luo Siyuan alone, standing there, blinking innocently.

He has lived in this city for many years.

Although he is a direct disciple of Dragon Tiger Mountain, he does not have the airs of an enlightened person at all.

Instead, he is approachable and lives in ordinary alleys.

He usually walks around the streets,

performing rituals, reading Feng Shui, treating diseases, and exorcising demons for free.

Sometimes he can even help repair leaky houses, write inscriptions for shops, mediate neighborhood disputes, or use his status as a Dragon Tiger Mountain disciple to help nearby residents file lawsuits and seek justice from "big shots."

Everyone in Chenzhou City likes this gentle and kind young Daoist,

except for the fellow disciples of Dragon Tiger Mountain—

They have always disliked Luo Siyuan's unrestrainedness, not wearing Daoist robes, not following etiquette, and never attending any mountain ceremonies.

He was also uninterested in the suggestions made by the elders in the sect to let him serve as the abbot of a certain Taoist temple,

He listened to the orders but did not follow them,

being lazy and rude to the extreme.

If he were an ordinary disciple, he would have been reprimanded by his master and ordered to stay behind closed doors and not go out, not to use spells to assist, and to copy the sect's precepts hundreds of times as punishment.

Unfortunately,

who told his master to be an elder of Dragon Tiger Mountain?

Although that elder has been missing for many years, and the long soul lamp locked in the hall has been extinguished and dissipated,

the remaining title

still allows his direct disciple, Luo Siyuan,

to exercise a little bit of willfulness without being held accountable by the elders of the sect.

Snap.

Luo Siyuan took a light bite of a pear, greeted acquaintances on the road with a smile, and walked along the street unhurriedly.

He passed tea houses, taverns, restaurants, butcher shops, temples, and government offices,

stopped in the endless stream of pedestrians and mules, lowered his eyes, and looked at the river by the road.

There are many boats in the river, boatmen are rowing, trackers are pulling on the shore.

Ships loaded with goods stopped at the port. Next to them, a cruise ship slowly sailed past. In the ship sat scholars and elegant men drinking tea and wine and admiring the scenery on both sides, completely unaware that there were people on the river bank who were also regarding them as scenery.

A welcoming procession came from the opposite bank of the river, the groom was sitting on a tall horse in high spirits.

The sound of babies crying and the soft humming of tired women comforting their children came from the houses on this side of the river.

How wonderful.

The corners of Luo Siyuan's mouth turned up,

a trace of imperceptible nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

He had lived in Chenzhou City for so long, but he had never gotten enough of this ordinary, noisy, yet peaceful and harmonious scene of thousands of families.

It's time to go.

The sweet pear had been eaten.

Luo Siyuan threw the remaining pear core into the river, waved his sleeves, and put the snacks given by the neighbors into his sleeves, only putting the red flower into his pocket.

Accompanied by the plop of the pear core entering the water,

he strode towards the Chenzhou Prefect's Mansion.

————

"Cultivator Zhu? Are you there?"

A knock on the door sounded. The doorman stood outside the house and said respectfully, "Daoist Luo Siyuan from Dragon Tiger Mountain in the south of the city wants to see you, saying he wants to discuss an important matter with you."

"Luo Siyuan..."

Zhu Xuemin and his companions exchanged glances, took a deep breath,

put away several sheets of paper covered with dense dot-and-line Morse code,

put the two demon heads into the backpack, erased the remaining bloodstains, eliminated the smell in the air,

then concentrated and calmed down, and said lightly, "I see, did he say what it was about?"

The doorman thought for a while, "It seems to be, exorcising demons?"

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In the cave, Li Ang silently put away his Swiss Army Knife 300 and his life paper, looking thoughtfully at the crack in the high part of the cave that let sunlight through.

"If what Xiangrui said is true..."

Xing Hechou glanced at the ape-man who was in a coma and sleeping on the stone bed (sleepiness caused by brain surgery), and smiled wryly, "Then this time it will be really difficult."

"Do our best, listen to fate, follow our hearts, don't force it."

Li Ang said calmly, "We have informed Zhu Xuemin of all the information. What to do next is up to them to decide.

We can only make other preparations and can't help directly—any behavior that involves entering Chenzhou in person or contacting Zhu Xuemin face-to-face

will cause them to be stained with the aura of karma and thus be detected.

Now, they have to rely on themselves."