After leaving Rimuli, the few people traveled for two days under the leadership of Yin Buqi and Sui Lu's inquiries. On the morning of the third day, they arrived at the foot of Wuchang Mountain.
Jiang Niannian sighed, "I didn't expect that our Buqi has such a good sense of direction and memory. He still remembers such a small thing."
Yin Buqi's eyes seemed to be covered with dust. He lowered his eyes and said, "When I was a kid, I missed my mother so much in the bamboo courtyard that I kept recalling all the details of our time together... My memory is really good, so good that I can't forget some things once I see them..."
Jiang Niannian was stunned for a moment. She was afraid that he would remember something bad, so she subconsciously wanted to comfort him. Unexpectedly, she heard him leaning close to her ear and whispering, "It's just like the mole on the root of Nian Nian's thigh. I can't forget it either..."
The corners of Jiang Niannian's mouth twitched, indicating that she didn't want to pay attention to him.
Wuchang Mountain is hidden in the clouds and mist, emitting a spiritual light, and it does not look very real.
"Are you from outside the area?" As everyone was preparing to go up the mountain, a man carrying a hoe came over and asked.
Yin Ci said: "That's right."
“But we have to go up the mountain?”
Jiang Ziyu nodded.
"You can't climb this mountain." The man waved his hand and continued, "A hundred years ago, there lived a saint on the mountain. He was highly respected and had great magical powers. He would bring his little disciple down the mountain from time to time to eliminate demons and evil spirits."
"Afterwards, I didn't know why, but I didn't see them for a long time. I heard from the old man who carved the tablets that his apprentice had died, and the saint had left and never returned, so the mountain was closed."
Yin Buqi raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh? How do you seal it?"
The man said, "This mountain seems to be under some kind of barrier. It is ethereal and appears to be there, but it is not. If an uninformed person steps onto the mountain path, he will fall into a bottomless abyss."
"No, I didn't fall."
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Jiang Ziyu already stepped onto the mountain path and looked at them.
"… "
The man continued, "If you take a few more steps, Wuchang Mountain will emit a solemn sound of bells and chimes, and then the ground will shake, deafening the deaf, and people will bleed from all seven orifices and die."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Ziyou took a few more steps and said, "He's not dead."
Man: “…” This guy is really brave.
Yin Ci frowned: "Are you trying to scare us on purpose?"
Coal Ball grinned in his arms: "Ouch!"
The man became excited: "How could it be! These are all passed down from the older generation. I have personally seen people die of bleeding from all seven orifices. How could I lie to you!"
Jiang Niannian said a few words to comfort him, and then asked, "Does that saint always wear white clothes and look cold?"
"It seems so, but I'm not sure. The only person of the previous generation who had seen the master and apprentice is the old man in the stele carving shop."
Jiang Niannian asked: "Can you take us to see him?"
The man shook his head: "He had a stroke and died a few days ago."
"Okay..." Jiang Niannian sighed, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Jiang Ziyu walking up the mountain path with a curious look on his face.
Not long after, the clouds and mist suddenly dissipated, and the true face of Wuchang Mountain appeared before everyone.
Wuchang Mountain has been closed for a hundred years, and the younger generation has never seen its original appearance. When the man saw it at this moment, his eyes widened.