The previous moment, we felt this Wudang Sect was pitiful.
But after hearing Li Chunlong’s words, we actually felt a sense of solemn respect.
Especially the phrase “Sanqing Daoists are like clay statues,” it conveyed a transcendent state.
Seeing that none of us spoke for a moment, Li Chunlong spoke again:
“Alright, everyone get in the car.
We estimate we'll reach Lijia Village after dark.”
Hearing this, we nodded and replied, “Mm.”
Old Mo, Xiao Yao, Qiu Xi, and I, along with Yu Bo, a disciple from Maoshan, rode in one car.
Yun Long, Yun Hu, Li Chunlong, and Yi Hai rode in another car, and then we drove down the mountain.
Although Lijia Village is only thirty kilometers from Wudang Sect.
It was all mountain roads, and the roads were not easy to travel.
The journey was not only bumpy but also slow.
The car kept making strange noises, “kaka kaka.”
It felt like it was about to fall apart.
Our car drove ahead, and after a few turns on the mountain road, we had left Li Chunlong’s car far behind.
Inside the car, we endured the bumps and chatted.
The atmosphere was not tense; instead, it was rather relaxed.
According to the intelligence, there were only three Yellow-Clothed level vengeful spirits.
Their strength was roughly around the Soul Palace to Profound Pill early stage, possibly even weaker.
If that was the case, we wouldn't even need everyone to act.
Old Mo and I could handle them all easily and effortlessly.
Therefore, everyone in the car was in a relaxed mood.
We didn't think a few Yellow-Clothed ghosts could stir up much trouble…
By the time we arrived at the entrance of Lijia Village, it was already past six in the evening.
We arrived earlier than expected.
The sky hadn't darkened yet, and standing by the roadside.
We could still see the sunset clouds painting the sky.
Combined with the mountain scenery, it looked incredibly beautiful.
Qiu Xi and Xiao Yao even took out their phones to take pictures.
It didn't feel like we were out to exorcise ghosts; it felt more like a tourist trip.
Old Mo, Yu Bo, and I lit cigarettes and stood under an old tree at the village entrance.
Behind us were dozens of stone houses.
They were very old, and smoke was still rising from some of the houses.
Yu Bo was tall and thin, around 1.9 meters.
He exhaled a puff of smoke and looked towards the end of the road:
“Why aren’t Senior Brother and the others here yet?”
Hearing him speak, I chimed in:
“Let’s wait a bit longer!
These winding mountain roads are quite bad; they should arrive soon.”
As soon as I finished speaking, Old Mo’s phone rang.
Old Mo took it out and saw it was a video call from Yun Long:
“Where are you? We've been here for five minutes.”
The next second, we heard Yun Long complaining:
“Don’t even mention it, the engine blew. The car broke down on the road.
Can you have Brother Yu Bo come pick us up…”
Upon hearing this, everyone felt speechless.
Immediately, the camera switched.
Li Chunlong, Yun Hu, and the others were opening the hood of the car, which was smoking.
Yu Bo smiled wryly, shook his head, and then said to us:
“Guys, I’ll go pick them up.
I’ll also call Old Master Li.
Have them come pick you up.
I’ll be back in forty minutes at most.
Then we can discuss our strategy…”
There was nothing else we could do.
Old Mo and I both nodded.
We watched Yu Bo take out his phone and make a call, then he stubbed out his cigarette, turned the car around, and left.
It was quite frustrating; we hadn’t even seen a ghost, and the car had already broken down.
It seemed that being too frugal wasn't always a good thing.
We waited at the village entrance for about five minutes.
Then we saw an old man in a blue robe running out from the village in a hurry.
As soon as he appeared, we noticed him.
The old man looked at us curiously and then asked:
“Are you young brothers from Wudang Mountain?”
“Yes, sir! We are, sir. You must be Li Fucai, Uncle Li, right?”
I replied.
Uncle Li nodded:
“Yes, yes, yes, I was the one who went to Wudang Mountain the day before yesterday.
Have those two young Daoists who went back yesterday recovered?”
“They’ve recovered a lot, Uncle Li. We are here today to deal with those things!”
I replied.
But after hearing this, Uncle Li frowned slightly.
He looked around and asked:
“Just, just you young Daoists?”
“No, there are a few more young Daoists.
Their car broke down; they’ll be here later.”
Old Mo chimed in.
But after hearing this, Uncle Li looked annoyed:
“Ai! What was the old Daoist from Wudang Mountain thinking?
That thing is very fierce; several people in our village have already died.
Without sufficient cultivation, you definitely can't deal with it.
You young Daoists should return to the mountain as soon as possible!
When it gets dark and those things come out, it will be dangerous.”
Uncle Li spoke with some disappointment, urging us.
Old Mo, after hearing this, became displeased:
“Uncle Li, what are you saying?
We have been ordered to come, so naturally, we are confident.
Don’t worry, the sinister things in your village.
We will clean them all up tonight, guaranteed not a single one will remain.”
Old Mo patted his chest and promised.
After Old Mo finished, I also said:
“Uncle, don’t judge us by our age.
We have very rich experience in exorcism.
Also, we are not disciples of Wudang.
We were invited by the Wudang Daoist temple to help.
No matter how many evil spirits have appeared in the village, we are confident in expelling them.”
But Uncle Li still seemed unconvinced.
Mainly because we looked too young.
We weren't even as old as his grandson.
Yesterday, two young Daoists came, and they made all sorts of assurances upon arrival.
As a result, they almost died here. If he hadn't driven them down the mountain in his tricycle.
Those two Daoists would have died in the village.
This made Uncle Li lose a lot of confidence in young Daoists.
At the same time, he was afraid that we would lose our lives for nothing at such a young age.
But seeing that we had said all this and had no intention of leaving.
He could only sigh again:
“Alright! Come into the village with me.
I will tell you the detailed situation inside the house…”