After Ye Feng shook hands with Nie Qingwu and said goodbye, he returned to his room. At this time, his phone rang. It was Jiang Yixue calling.
"Master Ye, someone is looking for you. They are waiting for you in the reception hall at the bottom of the building."
“Oh, are there a lot of people?”
"so many people."
I rushed to the reception room downstairs and heard Mr. Mo Da's voice at the door of the reception room: "Mr. Du, come and visit our Fangcun Mountain when you have time."
Du Zhong laughed and said, "Of course, we will go."
Mr. Mo Da and Du Zhong were sitting on the sofa in the reception room. Behind Mr. Mo Da were several young men with lightning patterns embroidered on their clothes. They were all disciples of Fang Cun Mountain.
Ye Feng half-jokingly said, "Mr. Mo Da, I'm here to visit."
Mr. Mo Da quickly stood up from the sofa and said, "Sect Master Ye, I'm sorry to bother you so late. We will leave Huashan tomorrow. I came here to say goodbye to you and thank you for saving my disciple's life a few days ago."
"I'm just doing my duty as a doctor. If I see someone injured, I will definitely help. There's no need to thank me."
A young man knelt down in front of Ye Feng, which scared Ye Feng.
Ye Feng secretly moved his divine power and lifted Zhou Hu up like a chicken: "Why are you kneeling to me?"
Before Zhou Hu could say anything, Mr. Mo Da smiled and explained for him: "Sect Master Ye is really a forgetful person. It was him you saved that day. His name is Zhou Hu. He was on the verge of death, but after Sect Master Ye's treatment, his injuries healed amazingly. Others would need at least a hundred days to get out of bed after a broken bone, but he was full of energy again in a few days."
That day Zhou Hu was covered in blood and his face was dirty. Today he was wearing training clothes and looked energetic. I didn't recognize him at first, but when I looked carefully, I felt that Zhou Hu looked a little familiar.
Zhou Hu took out a palm-sized red sandalwood box from his arms and handed it to Ye Feng: "Master Ye, thank you for saving my life. I don't have any valuable gifts to give you. I used to like to travel around famous mountains and swamps, and I accidentally found three black vitality stones. I'll give them to you as a gift."
Ye Feng pushed the wooden box back: "How can I accept your gift? I can't accept it."
Zhou Hu insisted that Ye Feng accept it: "If you don't accept it, I will kneel down and not get up."
Mr. Mo Da smiled and said, "Master Ye, just accept it. It's just a few Yuan Qi stones. It's a little token of Zhou Hu's appreciation."
Ye Feng had no choice but to put the box given by Zhou Hu into his arms.
Jiang Yixue brought over a few cups of brewed Longjing tea. The aroma of tea filled the air. They drank tea, chatted, and talked about everything. At this time, there was a noise coming from the hall.
Li Yanzhi hurried in and said, "Master, many disciples from Shangqing Sect are pouring in. They want us to hand over their master, Taoist Chongxu."
"Master Chongxu is not here with me, who would you want to be with me?"
Ye Feng followed Li Yanzhi to the hall.
Mr. Mo Da and Du Zhong looked at each other and asked in confusion, "Why are they here to ask for the master? Isn't Taoist Chongxu in the hospital?"
Du Zhong briefly recounted how the evil spirit took over Taoist Chongxu's body and kidnapped Jiang Yixiu to the top of Mount Huashan.
Mr. Mo Da was moved by what he heard. He never expected that the dark shadow in the cave could actually attach itself to a human body.
There were more than a dozen Shangqing Sect disciples standing in the hall, led by a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Tai Chi robe, with a wisp of green beard on his chest, a fair face, and a somewhat immortal look.
"You are looking for Master, how come you found me here?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest said calmly, "Changfeng, we checked the hospital surveillance and found that our master left the hospital with Miss Jiang. Since Miss Jiang has returned to the hotel, we want to ask Miss Jiang if my master, Taoist Chongxu, has also returned with you?"
Jiang Yixue was bewildered. She was controlled by an evil spirit at that time and had no idea who she left the hospital with.
"I don't know. I don't even know when I left the hospital. Your master died on the top of Mount Huashan."
As soon as Jiang Yixue finished speaking, more than a dozen Shangqing Sect disciples were in an uproar. They did not believe what Jiang Yixue said and even thought that Jiang Yixue was cursing their master to death.
"You're talking nonsense. He clearly left the hospital with you. He was perfectly healthy when he left the hospital. How could he die on the top of Mount Huashan?"
"Miss Jiang, are you cursing my master to death?"
"Did you kill my master?"
Ye Feng said coldly: "If you want to find the master, go to the top of Mount Huashan. Don't make trouble here, otherwise, I will be rude to you."
An invisible murderous aura spread silently. More than a dozen Shangqing Sect disciples felt as if a mountain was pressing down on their heads. They were immediately frightened and silent, and left the Huashan Hotel.
"Let's go to the top of Mount Huashan to find our master."
"Maybe the master is really there."
"Leave two people here to watch over them in case they slip away."
Hearing that the Shangqing Sect disciples were making trouble, Du Zhong said helplessly: "If the Shangqing Sect disciples found the body of Taoist Chongxu on the top of Huashan Mountain, they would definitely think that Ye Feng did it."
Mr. Mo Da said: "If necessary, I will testify on behalf of Ye Feng. Taoist Chongxu's death has nothing to do with Ye Feng."
Du Zhong smiled bitterly: "Thank you Mr. Mo Da for your trust, but they won't believe it."
Ye Feng sneered: "If they really dare to come again, I will make sure they never return."
Just as Du Zhong expected, there were people watching near Huashan Hotel from the evening until the next morning. Although they were not wearing Qingmen clothes, it was not difficult to tell from their thin faces and walking posture that they were disciples of Shangqingmen.
On the second morning, Du Zhong and other official disciples left Huashan Hotel one after another. The originally bustling Huashan Hotel suddenly seemed much quieter with half of its guests missing.
Li Yanzhi and the others also packed their luggage and prepared to return to Yihua Palace at noon.
Near noon, three old and frail Taoist priests from the Shangqing Sect came to the Hua Hotel.
The three old Taoist priests did not show up at the ancient martial arts competition. They had obviously rushed here from the Shangqing Sect headquarters overnight, and they were all ancient martial artists in the late innate stage.
The wrinkles on each of their faces could pinch a mosquito to death, but their movements were swift, their eyes were as sharp as lightning, and their Taoist robes fluttered without wind, showing that they had profound internal strength, which was extraordinary.
They asked the hotel about Ye Feng's room: "We are looking for Sect Master Ye."
The receptionist had very good professional qualities and answered kindly: "If the three Taoist priests are looking for someone, please go to the reception room. We will call Sect Master Ye and ask him to come down to meet you."
The three experienced Taoists looked resolute and persistent: "No, I will go directly to find him. We will not go back until we can find him."
Ye Feng had been sitting in the hotel lobby all morning, looking at the tablet and drinking charcoal-roasted Blue Mountain coffee, waiting for someone from the Shangqing Sect to come and seek revenge.
He noticed the three Taoist priests the moment they entered the hotel.
Ye Feng sat on the soft sofa and sneered, "What do you three Taoists want from me, Ye Feng?"
(End of this chapter)