On the wide yellow dirt road, a black-clothed youth was walking with difficulty with his face covered in sweat. Every time the youth's foot landed, it was as if a heavy object had landed on the ground, heavily smashing into the ground and sending up a cloud of yellow dust.
From a close distance, one could see that the black-clothed youth was actually carrying an extremely large black sword on his back. The huge sword did not have a sharp edge, nor did it have a sword point. Its length was almost longer than the youth's height. This strange combination caused many pedestrians in the market square to cast curious gazes at him.
Beside the black-clothed youth, a young scholar dressed in green walked shoulder to shoulder with him. A child of only four or five years of age skipped ahead, occasionally turning his head to look at the black-clothed youth.
The green-clothed scholar and the child both had strange expressions on their faces. They wanted to laugh but did not dare to.
The black-clothed youth glared at them unhappily. He dragged his heavy feet and walked to a large tree on the side of the road.
Walking to the bottom of the tree, the black-clothed youth directly faced the sky and fell head first onto the warm turf. The sweat on his forehead flowed down like a small stream.
His two companions stood beside him and looked down at him. The smiles on their faces could no longer be maintained.
The black-clothed youth was naturally Xiao Yan. Looking at the two junior brothers who had a smile that was not a smile, he snorted: "If you want to laugh then laugh. Be careful not to suffocate to death!"
Xiao Budian burst into a burst of crisp laughter. Zhu Yi also revealed a smile: "Eldest senior brother, what do you think is fated with? Why do you have to be fated with such a heavy thing? Now you've suffered a lot, right? "
Xiao Yan scratched his head in vexation: "I also didn't think that before. Let alone that this thing itself is so heavy, it can actually suppress the circulation of my mana. It's really going to tire me to death. Carrying this thing back to Heng Yue Mountain, just thinking about it makes me feel terrified."
Xiao Budian gloated: "Eldest senior brother, what kind of sin did you commit in your previous life?"
Xiao Yan glared at him and said, "On the way back to Heng Yue Mountain, you and I will take turns. I used your medicinal pills to buy this thing. If you don't carry it, I won't be able to bring it back. I won't be returning the medicinal pills I owe you."
Xiao Budian immediately became anxious, "Senior brother, you're shameless!" Xiao Yan smiled and said, "I am, what can you do about it?"
"You …" The little guy was just about to speak when his expression suddenly changed. He turned his head to look behind him.
Xiao Yan and Zhu Yi were also alarmed, they raised their eyes to look behind Xiao Budian, and saw a grey clothed man wearing a large conical bamboo hat, Silently standing not far away from them.
The man in gray took off his bamboo hat, revealing a shiny bald head with six neat ring scars on his head.
"Why is Hui Ku's Thundershock Staff on you guys? Where is Hui Ku, and where is the sarira? "The grey clothed man slowly asked. His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to resound in the three's hearts.
The expressions of Xiao Yan and his fellow disciples all changed slightly. This grey clothed monk was only calmly standing there, but it brought them a great amount of pressure. They didn't even dare to move a single finger.
The three looked at each other, their minds rapidly turning.
"This monk's cultivation is unfathomable. Without master by his side, it's easy to be at a disadvantage if we fight recklessly." Xiao Budian's big black eyes turned, and he was the first to speak: "It was given to our master by a great master, and then master passed it on to us."
The grey clothed monk glanced at Xiao Budian, his gaze revealing a hint of amazement. He could clearly see that Xiao Budian wasn't even five years old, but already had the cultivation of the tenth level of Qi Disciple.
"I wonder which expert your respected master is?" Subconsciously, the grey clothed monk's tone became a bit more polite. To be able to teach such a universally shocking disciple like Xiao Budian, his master was definitely not an ordinary person.
Xiao Budian shook his head: "Master won't let us say."
Xiao Yan looked at the grey clothed monk, and asked in a neither servile nor overbearing manner: "I wonder what advice great master has for me?"
The grey clothed monk looked at him: "The Thundershock Staff is on you right? That's a Buddhist magic item. "
After a moment of silence, Xiao Yan said: "The magic item was bestowed by my esteemed master. Without my esteemed master's permission, this junior doesn't dare to easily gift it to others."
The grey clothed monk's drooping eyelids suddenly opened, divine light erupted, and he stared straight at Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan's mind was shaken, and he almost fainted. Under the gaze of the grey clothed monk, Xiao Yan even felt a sense of guilt from his own sins.
But his will was incomparably firm, and he forcibly stabilized his mind, and unyieldingly stared at the grey clothed monk.
Zhu Yi had been silent the entire time, but at this time, he soundlessly took a step forward, and stood side by side with Xiao Yan, directly facing the pressure brought by the grey clothed monk.
Xiao Budian's little face also sunk, and he stood together with his two senior brothers. The three of them stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the powerful opponent together.
The grey clothed monk's gaze flashed, his eyelids drooped again, and the pressure instantly disappeared. Xiao Yan and the other two all let out a sigh of relief at the same time, only now did they discover that their backs were already drenched in cold sweat.
"The monk who gave you the Thundershock Staff, do you know where he is right now?" The grey clothed monk thought for a bit, and opened his mouth to ask.
Xiao Budian answered first: "I'm not sure, it's already been half a year since we met him."
"Half a year ago?" The grey clothed monk asked closely: "Where did you meet him?"
Xiao Budian answered without hesitation: "The Great Zhou Dynasty's capital city is near Tianjing. If great master wants to find someone, there's no harm in making a trip to Tianjing."
The grey clothed monk stared at the three for a while, then nodded and put his palms together: "Namo Amitabha, thank you three young benefactors." Before he finished speaking, he had already disappeared from where he stood.
Xiao Yan was slightly dazed: "This monk is all bark and no bite, he left just like that?"
Xiao Budian unhappily said: "Senior brother, don't tell me you want him to really make a move and cook the three of us together?"
Zhu Yi muttered to himself: "This monk is very likely to make a comeback, let's go back and meet up with master as soon as possible."
Xiao Yan and Xiao Budian nodded at the same time, and the three of them hurriedly walked out of the city.
There was a slight ripple in the air, and the grey clothed monk's figure appeared, staring at their departing figures.
"Casting a long line, hopefully we can catch a big fish." The grey clothed monk sighed softly, and followed behind the three of them.
When Xiao Yan and the others left the city gates, they just happened to meet a group of people entering the city, brushing past the three of them.
An old man in the group suddenly frowned, and approached the young man leading the group: "Young master Tian, this old servant just saw a child …"
Young master Tian asked: "What's wrong with a child?"
The old man replied: "This old servant has seen that Shi Ziling once in the past. The child just now looked 70-80% similar to Shi Ziling."
Yu Tian's eyes flashed: "Are you sure?"
Shi Ziling was Shi Tianhao, and also Xiao Budian's father.
The old man nodded: "Young master Tian knows that this old servant's eyes are the best at remembering people. That child looked at least 70-80% similar to Shi Ziling. If that child was still alive, he would be around this age."
Yu Tian lowered his head and thought for a while, then ordered: "Go, find two people to follow them and observe for a while. After finding their resting place, come back and report."
… …
In a small valley a hundred li east of Heng Yue Mountain.
Within the Underworld Pearl, Lin Feng was operating the 24 Heaven Arhat Formation, using boundless Buddhist light to forcefully refine Sikong Nan.
The old ghost roared repeatedly, and continuously resisted. Although he couldn't control the Underworld Pearl, he could borrow some of its power after living in it for a long time, so Lin Feng couldn't do anything to him for the time being.
As Lin Feng operated the 24 Heaven Arhat Formation, he also searched in the system.
"Ghost King Cannon … Hundred Ghosts Night Walk … I got it, it's here!"
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