Zhang Hao didn't know Wei Yuan's true meaning, but echoed,

"Yes, reading history books is very useful."

Wei Yuan just spoke from the heart. He casually opened his computer to check for news about Baiyun Temple, and then saw a piece of news that made his expression sink slightly. About half a month ago, the big merchants in Jiangnan Province gathered at Baiyun Temple. The root cause of this matter was that they wanted to seize the commercial opportunities of building a city at the mouth of the Huai River.

So, Baiyun Temple took out a talisman, said to be carved by the patriarch, for attracting wealth.

These big merchants used the development rights of the mountains around Baiyun Temple to bid for the jade talisman. Even those who failed to obtain this jade talisman made by the patriarch exchanged other types of jade talismans for this type of development rights. The end result was that several mountains were added within the scope of Baiyun Temple.

Baiyun Temple could build on these mountains, and also set up some magic arrays.

This would greatly increase the area where the Mountain Lord could safely hide.

The Special Operations Team also knew this. The operation against this great demon undoubtedly required mobilizing worldly military equipment, and many cultivators would also set up barriers. The scale would not be small. Before that, the point that needed to be confirmed was—was the Mountain Lord really in Baiyun Temple?

Only in this way would the saturated firepower coverage after the barrier seal be meaningful.

Otherwise, such a big commotion would easily startle the snake, making the Mountain Lord more cautious and hidden. Moreover, the Mountain Lord being in Baiyun Temple was only Wei Yuan's speculation after all, without concrete evidence.

The Daoist sect and the military could not mobilize so much power based on one person's word.

Zhang Hao told Wei Yuan about the situation on the action team's side, and said with a headache: "Celestial Master, and the masters of various sects, cannot easily go down the mountain. Moreover, if the Celestial Master comes in person, it will also startle the snake, right? Once this Mountain Lord escapes, it will be even more difficult to seize the opportunity again."

Wei Yuan rubbed his brow, noting that the Zhongyuan Festival (Ghost Festival) was coming up in a while.

At that time, Baiyun Temple would have its customary Daoist ceremonies.

As the largest Daoist temple in Jiangnan Province, the traffic would be quite large at that time.

He instinctively felt that the Mountain Lord would do something at that time.

Perhaps it was blood food, or perhaps it was taking advantage of the amazing flow of people to leave Baiyun Temple silently.

He had to stop it.

And the premise of all this was to confirm that the Mountain Lord was indeed in Baiyun Temple. Only in this way could the power of the Daoist sect and the military be fully mobilized. But now, the Mountain Lord had broken free from past restraints and could not be approached from the perspective of the Earth Deity. How should he search? Wei Yuan suddenly thought of that strange, chaotic scroll. He had been curious as to why the strange scroll had not reacted when the action team dealt with the Mountain Lord.

Now it seemed that the reason why the strange scroll did not react was because the Mountain Lord was still alive.

In other words, even if the Mountain Lord became like this, Wei Yuan, as the Crouching Tiger, could still recognize it.

But this required him to enter Baiyun Temple himself to confirm whether the Mountain Lord was still here.

Knowingly, there was a problem in Baiyun Temple, this was tantamount to entering a tiger's den.

The real Mountain Lord was far more dangerous than the Jin Yu bird, because that was not a simple tiger demon, but the source of the legend of the Mountain Lord itself.

Wei Yuan instinctively avoided this adventure, instinctively did not want to take this step, wanting to say a peaceful life like he did at the beginning, but his voice paused, but he didn't know why he couldn't say similar words again, unable to turn a blind eye to what was about to happen, and looked sideways at the things on the wooden shelf not far away.

Wei Yuan's gaze condensed, as if he saw other things from these collections.

He retracted his gaze and said:

"I can recognize the Mountain Lord."

Zhang Hao was stunned.

Wei Yuan exhaled and said, "I will go to Baiyun Temple myself, but you have to prepare in advance. The Mountain Lord is not simple. After confirming that he is in Baiyun Temple, you must immediately activate the barrier in the shortest time."

"This time, he must be killed."

……………………

The action team was efficient enough in this kind of thing.

The next morning, Wei Yuan appeared in Baiyun Temple.

The Shenji Camp's modern firearms were already in place, and the true cultivators of various factions, as long as they were nearby, no matter what their reasons, were all transferred back by a dispatch order to jointly prepare the barrier, separating the location of Baiyun Temple from the mortal world, so as not to affect ordinary people.

It was not yet the Zhongyuan Festival.

But Baiyun Temple had already begun to prepare for the upcoming Dajiao ceremony.

And people who lived nearby, as well as tourists playing in Yingtian Prefecture, would also come to sightsee. According to common sense, the traffic would not be comparable to normal holidays, but it would be far more than usual, but Yingtian Prefecture had already blocked the key roads, resulting in much fewer tourists here.

Some of the remaining people were either those who had already arrived here and settled down, or those who had walked up from nearby.

The weather was slightly gloomy.

Wei Yuan was wearing jeans, sneakers, and a loose, light gray half-sleeve shirt. Behind him was a qin case, which contained his sword. At first glance, Baiyun Temple looked like a Daoist place of detachment, but upon closer inspection, it reeked of copper.

Wei Yuan's eyes widened slightly. From the perspective of a Daoist's Dharma eyes, everything was normal. The Daoists coming and going also had extremely clear Daoist auras.

But when he held the Crouching Tiger Token, what he saw was a cloud of Yin.

Above the white auspicious clouds, it turned into a bloody mess. The gold foil grew dark green filth. The walking Daoists had smiles on their lips, faces full of death, turbid eyes, corpse spots on their faces, and a strong aura of death, but the Daoist Yin-Yang Qi circulated, turning death into life. The external appearance was actually as usual.

The Crouching Tiger Token was scalding hot.

In Wei Yuan's eyes, the Daoists of the entire Baiyun Temple were almost all dead people, just a land of corpses.

He walked on the road paved with bluestone slabs with his sword on his back.

Walking through this Daoist temple, looking around.

It was shocking.

…………

After walking through Baiyun Temple once.

Wei Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and he silently crushed a small signal transmitter.

The message was sent out.

Without a doubt, Baiyun Temple had been completely destroyed and turned into a demon's lair, and the aura of the Mountain Lord was also here, but it was difficult to grasp the exact location. After receiving the message from Wei Yuan, the action team members quickly began to work, making phone calls while mobilizing personnel, and there were also honorary members appearing to transmit messages.

At this moment, an organized force was brought into play.

Because some tourists had previously lived near Baiyun Temple, they could not be allowed to leave unless Baiyun Temple was blocked. However, that would expose the intelligence of the operation. If the Mountain Lord was indeed in Baiyun Temple, it would be fine. Once the Mountain Lord was not in Baiyun Temple, but was hiding and using Baiyun Temple as bait to watch and plan to fish, then the news would be exposed, causing the Mountain Lord to escape.

But now, after confirming the Mountain Lord's location, there was naturally no such worry.

Whether it was an invitation from friends or relatives, an urgent order from the company, or a questioning from the police with sufficient evidence, tourists who were originally here for a walk began to leave in an extremely suitable and reasonable manner, as if they were being controlled by an invisible hand.

There was no use of magic at all.

One of the Daoists seemed to want to step forward and ask.

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand, stopped the Daoist who looked a few years younger than him, and politely said:

"Excuse me, sorry to bother you."

"Hmm?"

The Daoist turned his head, his eyes turbid and yellow, his face stiff and dead, staring at him. Wei Yuan's palm naturally left, without making contact with the Daoist. The Crouching Tiger Token was sealed and hidden by layers of Qi, so as not to expose himself. He was very cautious. Willing to step forward to take responsibility was not the same as reckless exposure.

The Daoist restrained his expression and smiled and asked, "This layman, is there anything I can do for you?"

Wei Yuan pretended not to have noticed the true nature of this guy, made a Daoist salute, and smiled:

"Sorry to bother you. I'm Tian Yuanzi, a rogue cultivator of the Taiping Dao. I'm here to visit my friend Tian Chenzi. I heard that he came to Baiyun Temple. I have the opportunity to see him this time. I wonder where he lives?"

Tian Chenzi was the old Daoist that Wei Yuan knew.

Before he set off, he did another divination, and by the way, in his dream, he used a computer in reality to exchange a water control talisman with Wu Zhiqi for self-defense. The divination showed that the old Daoist Tian Chenzi was still safe and had not fallen, which really relieved him a lot.

Wei Yuan should have left after confirming the Mountain Lord.

But there was no way the old Daoist didn't have a mobile phone. After a meeting, Wei Yuan had to come to find him himself.

The young Daoist who had already died politely pointed the way for Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan politely refused the Daoist's intention to lead the way and went to the side courtyard where the old Daoist lived. The more he walked, the more he could sense that this place was full of monstrous demon energy, but this demon energy also carried a trace of Buddhist and Daoist aura, solemn and vast, like a pure land.

And the Daoists walking in it were all dead people wearing human skins.

It was shocking.

Wei Yuan managed to hold back his expression, and quietly avoided those Daoists, avoiding contact with anything that might expose himself. After turning around for a while, he finally found the house. He hurried a few steps, directly pushed the door open, and inside came the old Daoist's alert voice:

"Who is it?"

An old Daoist with white hair and a robust spirit was pinching a yellow talisman and staring at the door.

Seeing that it was Wei Yuan who came in, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked in surprise: "Why are you here?"

Seeing that the old Daoist was fine, and there was a pot of wine next to him, Wei Yuan said angrily:

"If I really come a month later, I can only collect your corpse. Let's go!"

The old Daoist was still a little confused. Wei Yuan took a few steps forward, grabbed the Daoist's wrist, turned around and stepped forward to take him away from this dangerous place.

Then,

His footsteps paused.

Because the wrist he was holding in his hand had no bones, no flesh, just like a piece of skin.

Human skin.

The Crouching Tiger Token, which had been sealed by vigorous Qi, suddenly trembled violently, emitting an extremely strong heat, and actually broke through the seal, making a series of low tiger roars.

The old Daoist stared at Wei Yuan's back silently and grimly.

Wei Yuan suddenly let go, rolled forward, avoiding the cold blow from behind, his pupils suddenly contracted, staring at the old man. He saw the wind blowing, the old Daoist staring at him expressionlessly, saw Tian Chenzi's arms drooping, his Daoist robe loose, and the familiar face was wrinkled by the wind, showing ripples.

The yellow talismans that had just been clutched in his hand were scattered, and the runes on them were all blood-colored.

Like paper money.

PS: Today's second update... Thanks to Zhi Chenshi Zhi Mo Ran Yi Fubai for the grand reward.

Emmm, Wei Yuan divined in his dream, and the old Daoist did not fall~

The schedule has become more hellish again, ah, damn it!