The Master suddenly proposed meeting Qing Dai.
It seemed the Master wanted to know more about the You Ming Sect.
This was the first time the Master had asked me for a favor since I became his disciple.
How could I refuse?
Besides, introducing someone was not a big deal.
I nodded.
"Certainly, Master. How about tonight?
Later, I'll go up Mount Lao Huang with you."
The Master nodded.
"Good! Go buy some food!"
I hummed in response and left the shop.
The Master, however, slumped into the chair.
Behind me, I could faintly hear the Master's choked sobs.
When I returned with the food.
The Master had already regained his composure.
I placed the food on the table and urged the Master to eat.
Although the lunch menu had been excellent today, the Master seemed to have lost his appetite.
I ate most of it myself.
In the afternoon, the Master took a nap.
I called my Grandma.
I told her I would be going home for the Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow.
Grandma sounded particularly happy to hear I was coming back.
She said she would wash the cured meat tonight, and it would be ready for me when I got back tomorrow.
I chatted with Grandma for a long time before hanging up.
I missed my only relative dearly.
However, for the sake of livelihood, I had to leave Grandma alone in the village.
There were quite a few customers in the afternoon as well.
After a busy afternoon, when work was over.
Old Mo went to a street restaurant and booked a table.
Seeing me and Old Mo leaving, the Master didn't ask any questions.
He just told me to call him after dinner.
I hummed and followed Old Mo out.
When we arrived at the restaurant, Chen Ge was already there.
After all, the Kang Kang factory matter was something we three had worked on together.
The reason we didn't invite the Master and Daoist Tang.
Was mainly because these two old fellows would start arguing as soon as they met, often leading to unpleasantness.
So, the three of us decided to have a small private gathering.
Chen Ge's hand was quite badly injured and was bandaged.
He said he had taken two days off from work.
He also mentioned that he had seen the news today.
He was very happy to know that the remains of Lu Xiangxiang and Lu Tiantian had been discovered.
He felt he had gained great merit, and suffering a minor injury was nothing.
After all, with the discovery of the remains, the wrongful deaths of Lu Xiangxiang and the others would soon be avenged.
So, the three of us ate and drank a few toasts.
We chatted happily.
Because I still had to return the Yin Gathering Pearl tonight and take the Master to meet Qing Dai.
I didn't drink much.
By the time we finished dinner, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.
It was dark.
It was still quite early, so Old Mo suggested going for karaoke.
However, both Chen Ge and I couldn't go.
Chen Ge said he had to go home to be with his wife, and I still had to go to Mount Lao Huang.
Seeing that neither of us could go, Old Mo had to give up and said he would go home to play games.
I smiled, and after seeing Old Mo and Chen Ge off, respectively.
I started walking back.
But before I reached Wan Fu Tang.
I saw two old men standing under the streetlights from a distance.
One was my Master, Gu Hui, and the other was Master Tang Lin of Mo Ting.
One was smoking a pipe, and the other was drinking from a black gourd.
They stood together in silence.
This time, they were surprisingly harmonious, without any arguments.
Could it be that the Master had told Daoist Tang about the matter?
And were they going up the mountain together now?
I felt it was very likely.
After all, Jiu Xuan Zhen Ren was their master.
And both of them had been investigating the You Ming Sect.
However, this evil cult organization was too mysterious, like a dragon that showed its head but not its tail.
I quickened my pace and quickly went up to them.
"Master, Daoist Tang..."
Seeing me return, the Master nodded.
"Tonight, the old scoundrel will go up the mountain with us.
From now on, don't call him Daoist anymore, call him Uncle Master."
The Master looked at Daoist Tang, and although he still looked displeased, his tone was calm.
I was a little shocked.
Did this mean that the Master and Daoist Tang had reconciled?
And now, he wanted me to change my address to Uncle Master.
It seemed so.
The Master was Daoist Tang's senior brother.
Now I finally understood who was the senior brother and who was the junior brother.
Besides, the Master had obviously told Daoist Tang about my situation, the You Ming Sect, and Qing Dai.
As I was thinking.
Daoist Tang looked at me and suddenly said.
"I've always felt you were different, kid.
I didn't expect you to carry a 'Qing Feng Debt' on you."
The "Qing Feng Debt" that Daoist Tang spoke of referred to "ghost debt" or "karmic debt."
It should be referring to the relationship between me and Qing Dai.
The Master had put it subtly, saying it was fate and karma.
Daoist Tang, no, I should call him Uncle Master Tang now, was more direct.
I smiled awkwardly and did not reply.
The Master took a deep breath.
"Alright, Little Qin, lead us up the mountain!"
After speaking, the Master and Daoist Tang each picked up a bag.
The bags contained the aroma of meat and live poultry.
It looked like offerings.
I hummed and didn't say anything more.
Daoist Tang was my Uncle Master.
Since the Master had asked Daoist Tang to come, it meant he trusted him.
Then, I led the Master and Uncle Master Tang directly towards Mount Lao Huang.
At the same time, I said.
"Qing Dai's Yin residence is in the mountain stream in the back mountain. It will take about thirty minutes to walk there."
The Master and Uncle Master did not reply.
Perhaps because it involved Master's master, Jiu Xuan Zhen Ren, they were both silent.
We walked along the street to the end, and then, under my guidance, we began to climb the mountain.
The mountain forest was densely covered with weeds, and the road was very difficult to walk.
Especially at this late hour, it was good that Qing Dai had led the way last night.
The surrounding vegetation would be repelled by the Yin energy emanating from her, directly clearing a path in the mountain forest.
But now, it was pitch black.
The three of us had to feel our way up the back mountain.
However, halfway up the path.
Uncle Master suddenly turned his head and looked towards the bushes behind him.
"Who, lurking..."