Uncle Tang suddenly turned and shouted.
My master and I both looked back immediately.
We saw figures moving in the bushes behind us.
Being followed in this desolate wilderness put me on guard instantly.
Uncle Tang continued to shout:
"Who's there, come out!
Otherwise, don't blame this humble Taoist for being impolite."
Uncle Tang spoke, his eyes wide.
My master glanced over a few times, and his solemn expression instantly relaxed:
"Don't be nervous, that's your disciple!"
"My disciple?"
Uncle Tang was stunned for a moment.
I also looked at Master in surprise.
And in the next second, a familiar voice came from the bushes:
"Master, it's me, Mo Ting."
"Little Mo, why are you here?"
Uncle Tang asked in surprise.
I was also a bit surprised.
After all, I saw Old Mo get into the car and leave. How did I encounter him now?
Then, Old Mo emerged from the bushes and hurried over.
"Master, I, I didn't mean to follow you, I was just, just too curious about where you were going..."
As he spoke, Old Mo seemed a little embarrassed.
"Old Mo, didn't you get in the car and go back? When did you come back?"
I asked.
Old Mo looked awkward:
"I did go back, but shortly after getting in the car, I realized I forgot my keys, so I came back to get them.
As a result, I saw the three of you walking this way.
I was curious, so I, I quietly followed.
But as soon as we got up the mountain, you discovered me..."
Speaking of which, Old Mo scratched his head, looking a bit embarrassed.
Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile wryly.
It seemed my little secret wouldn't be kept any longer.
Master and Taoist Tang were now both looking at me.
Then I heard Taoist Tang say:
"Little Qin, whether Little Mo stays or goes, you decide!"
Master said nothing, standing aside waiting for my decision.
Seeing this, Mo Ting became very excited:
"Old Qin, we're brothers through thick and thin, what else are you hiding from me?"
Mo Ting was right, we were brothers.
And fellow disciples.
Now that we had been caught, there was no point in concealing it further.
I nodded:
"Let's go together!"
"Go where?"
Old Mo asked, confused.
"To meet a female ghost who has protected me for twenty years!"
Old Mo was shocked, he didn't react for a moment.
Afterwards, I could only briefly explain what we were going to do now.
The female ghost I was going to meet, and how she and I were related.
I didn't explain it very clearly, just vaguely described the relationship between Qing Dai and me.
The causal relationship that existed between us.
To put it simply, I owed a "ghost debt."
And Qing Dai had an extraordinary background and knew about the Youming Cult.
Bringing Master and Uncle Tang up now was to ask Qing Dai about the Youming Cult.
Only then did Old Mo understand the whole story.
He looked at me with some surprise, even excitement:
"Brother Qin, I didn't expect you to have a connection with a thousand-year-old female ghost, you've been hiding it well!"
I gave a wry smile, this was actually not a good thing.
But I didn't explain further.
Next, the four of us began to walk up the mountain.
A journey that should have taken about thirty minutes took us a full hour and a half.
We only reached the back of Mount Lao Huang at ten o'clock at night.
At this moment, I pointed to the mountain stream ahead:
"Master, Uncle, it's the mountain stream ahead."
Master and Taoist Tang both nodded.
Mo Ting's eyes were also wide, and he remained silent.
Then, I led them further.
When we reached that nameless big tree, before I could speak,
Master and Taoist Tang saw the unusual nature of the tree.
Master stroked his mustache:
"There's a spell on this tree!"
"Mm, this should be the portal passage."
The older the ginger, the spicier it is. Just one glance and they saw the key.
I nodded:
"Yes, we just need to circle this tree three times.
Then, we can enter and see Qing Dai's residence."
As I said that, I prepared to lead the way.
But Master stopped me:
"No rush, we are here to visit.
When we reach the door, we must offer tributes.
We need to seek the owner's consent before we can enter the nether dwelling.
This is the rule."
"Yes, that's right.
Little Mo, open the bags and lay out the offerings!"
Uncle Tang beside me also instructed.
Mo Ting was silent now, and he repeatedly agreed.
Next, everyone opened their bags.
And took out the items from within.
There were roasted chickens and ducks, fruits, a pig's head, and live chickens and ducks.
These items were all neatly arranged in front of the large tree.
Master and Uncle Tang even lit incense, candles, and paper money.
And began burning them in front of the big tree.
They even killed the live chickens and ducks, a very formal ceremony.
Finally, Master and Uncle Tang each held three sticks of incense.
The etiquette was of a high standard, all the rituals for paying respects to the deceased.
Then, facing the mountain stream, they shouted:
"This humble Taoist, Gu Hui, Master of Qin Ze.
Today, guided by my disciple,
I have brought my junior brother Tang Lin and nephew Mo Ting to visit Miss Qing Dai at your esteemed residence.
We hope Miss Qing Dai will be receptive and grant us an audience."
After speaking, they inserted the incense they were holding into the ground under the tree.
Then, they took two steps back.
And quietly waited for a response.
At this moment, the surroundings were utterly silent.
Aside from a chilling cold, there was no sound, not even the chirping of insects.
In this silent environment, after about ten seconds,
A gust of Yin wind suddenly swept through.
The "whoosh whoosh whoosh" of the wind made the surrounding grass and trees rustle.
The temperature in the surroundings instantly dropped by seven or eight degrees.
The chilling sensation made everyone shiver.
At the same time, an old, hoarse voice echoed from the mountain stream:
"Guests are welcome..."