Chapter 752

Looking at Wang Siyuan whose pale cheeks were abnormally red because of excitement, Mengqi blurted out, "Beyond control? Then can you calculate which force the big ship I just boarded belongs to? "

Wang Siyuan coughed a few times again, suppressing the morbid feeling, and said with a faint smile, "You want to take the opportunity to get their information from me, right?"

"Hehe." Mengqi laughed dryly, tacitly agreeing.

Wang Siyuan solemnly took out a handful of calculating rods and threw them out. They fell on the chessboard and mixed with the black and white chess pieces. Then, he picked them up one by one, his lips moving incessantly, silently calculating something.

"Void …" His voice suddenly became a little louder, and he looked at Mengqi again, "The body's deficit has been compensated …"

After a short while, he smiled and put down the calculating rods, "Flowing Light Tea, right?"

"You can even calculate this …" Meng Qi suddenly felt a chill rising in him.

Wang Siyuan smiled, "It's from Zhixu Mountain."

"Zhixu Mountain … one of the Six Heretic Teachers' inheritances?" Mengqi vaguely heard of it in Shaolin.

Wang Siyuan nodded, "It is said that before Buddha proved Tao, there were six people who studied the truth of heaven and earth with him. Later, because of different ideas, they parted ways, and Buddhism called them the Six Heretic Teachers."

"Although they had their own opinions, they eventually became famous ancient mighty people, leaving their own orthodoxies. There's Zhixu Mountain, which is real and real, and there's the Evil Life Sect, which is born and everything is destined. Hehe, they call themselves the Wenshen Sect. In short, the views of these six sects are very interesting. It's worth understanding them as a reference."

Mengqi nodded thoughtfully. It turned out that he had encountered the inheritance of the Six Heretic Teachers. No wonder he was acquainted with Buddha and recognized the Buddha's Lamp.

But didn't he get the green lamp from the world of Journey to the West? The one they knew should be the Buddha of the Origin World!

Wang Siyuan's eyes returned to the chessboard, "The inheritance of the Six Heretic Teachers likes to explore their own path and doesn't like to be involved with Jianghu, so you don't have to force it."

Speaking of this, he paused and said, "You can leave now. There's no need to deliberately hide. Tomorrow, 'The Astounding' will realize his recklessness, find something suspicious, and seek your understanding and cooperation."

Although Meng Qi knew that Jiang Hengchuan wouldn't always be filled with anger and that he would be able to deal with it once he calmed down, he couldn't help but ask, "How do you know?"

Wang Siyuan put down the chess piece and looked up at him with a trace of pride on his beautiful face.

"Because I am the Ledgerkeeper of Lives."

"…

"Humph, let's see if you can still say that it's because I'm the Ledgerkeeper of Lives when I beat you to the ground one day …" Meng Qi thought to himself.

"After I beat you to the ground one day, let's see if you can still say 'because I'm Master of Life' …" Mengqi thought to himself.

Unlike Wang Siyuan, Mengqi did not swagger around and wait for Jiang Hengchuan to apologize to him. He still followed his own pace and did not have a predetermined goal. He wandered randomly and paid attention to his surroundings. When he was inspired, he suddenly flipped into a seemingly empty yard and found a clean place to regulate his Qi-circulation.

It was difficult to tell Wang Siyuan apart from his enemy. Meng Qi could not believe whatever he said. Otherwise, he would become a victim of Master of Life in the future.

The night was long, but Meng Qi focused on recuperating. With the powerful recovery ability of the Eight Nine Mysteries and the help of the "Tea of Flowing Light", he had completely recovered before midnight. He began to think about what Wang Siyuan had said that night.

After carefully sorting out, apart from the perspective of thinking, Mengqi felt that there were three sentences in Wang Siyuan's speech that were most noteworthy.

"The young masters who came here for various reasons …"

"You are a chess piece that does not belong to the original chessboard. You are a variable …"

"Whether you have doubts or not, and what you do to deal with it, the final result will not change …"

Mengqi rubbed his chin. "Wang Siyuan came to Maoling because he was provoked to accept the challenge and compete with others in setting up a plot. Why did Jiang Hengchuan come? Why did Qing Yu come? What is the real purpose of the mastermind? He can't just compete with Wang Siyuan willfully, because Wang Siyuan is also a young master who came here for a certain reason. He is essentially no different from the others … "

"That is to say, everyone else accepted the invitation and only I came here to investigate a case. It's like a buffalo in a herd of scalpers. People who don't understand might think it's normal, but in the eyes of the mastermind, it's extremely conspicuous. That's why I was targeted as soon as I arrived. It has nothing to do with Qiu Fei …"

"Since everything I do will lead to the same result, it means that the key to this plot is not me. Is there someone following me, or …"

After thinking for a long time, Mengqi had too many guesses and deductions that needed to be eliminated one by one. While the sky was still dark, he seized the time to sleep and quickly replenish his energy.

Dawn broke, and the sky was burning. Feeling the first ray of sunlight, Mengqi woke up with a start. The exhaustion from the day before had completely disappeared.

He searched the courtyard, searched for clothes, and changed into them. He left some money, then jumped over the wall and swaggered to the entrance of the alley.

There was a Chinese pagoda tree at the entrance of the alley. Its branches and leaves were luxuriant, blocking the sunlight and providing a patch of shade.

When Mengqi passed by the Chinese pagoda tree, he suddenly froze. It was not a big deal, but at the entrance of the courtyard near the Chinese pagoda tree, there was a white-haired old man who was concentrating on carving wood.

He held the tree root in his left hand and the carving knife in his right. He looked focused and had no distractions, as if every carving in his hand was his everything.

This kind of concentration attracted Mengqi, which was why he was stunned. A saying came to his mind: a man who is focused on his work is the most attractive.

The carving knife fell, and the bark fell. Nearby, there was only the sound of the carving knife and the rustling of the ground, which seemed peaceful and pure.

This kind of natural interest, this kind of sincerity and concentration, infected Mengqi. He vaguely grasped something, but in the end, he was still a little bit off.

He simply stopped and stopped at the side. Finally, he sat down cross-legged and watched every carving of the old man, as if it was the most beautiful poem in the world.

The old man was concentrating on carving, and Mengqi was concentrating on carving. Neither of them spoke, and an indescribable silence slowly spread. Since the death of Zhang Yuanshan, Fu Zhenzhen, and the others, Mengqi had suppressed the grief, sadness, self-blame, and impatience, recklessness, and single-minded pursuit of gains in the bottom of his heart.

"There is true interest in the world of mortals …" Mengqi suddenly understood this, and his state of mind seemed to have improved a little.

In the past two months, even if he was really sure of the way to do things, and had considered the consequences and solutions, he could not escape from one word: eager for quick success and instant benefits.

He wanted to grow faster, to not see his companions die in vain, to gain something in the main world, to increase his chances of completing the Samsara task, to get rid of the Samsara as soon as possible, and to resurrect Senior Brother Zhang and the others. Therefore, he was eager for quick success and instant benefits. Since leaving the world of the Journey to the West, he had always felt uncomfortable doing things.

The idea was right, but it should be a motivation, not a means. Master Ye of Yi City was a good example!

This was a threshold that must be crossed on the road of life. One cannot become a butterfly without breaking the cocoon!

A drop of crystal condensed in the corner of Mengqi's eyes. The two drops of tears that he should have held back in the world of the Journey to the West flowed down his cheeks slowly.

Dust flew, and the tears disappeared in a flash.

"Senior Brother Zhang, Zhenzhen … I'll keep going … Zhiwei, I almost failed to live up to your advice …" He exhaled. His expression became firm and determined, but he was less anxious now.

A life without all kinds of experience would never mature.

At this time, the white-haired old man also finished the wood carving. It was a vivid statue of a woman in a fluttering palace dress. Her appearance was outstanding, and even her scholarly aura was revealed. It was really a masterpiece.

"Little brother, what can I do for you?" The old man raised his head and looked at Mengqi with a little surprise.

His facial features were not outstanding, and there were even a few wrinkles on his face. But because of his concentration, everything seemed to match well.

Mengqi smiled. "It's nothing. Sorry to bother you, sir."

He did not say much, and there was no need to say more. He slowly got up and left the alley in a relaxed manner.

Looking at his back, the old man was stunned, and then shook his head. He picked up another piece of wood, and once again focused on carving, without any distractions.

At this time, the sun shone through the branches and leaves of the Chinese pagoda tree, sprinkling brilliant golden spots on the ground.

…

Meng Qi did not appear again as Su Meng. Instead, he changed his appearance and figure and blended in with the crowd. After a few turns, he arrived at a shop that sold writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones.

"I want to buy seven True Dragon Eye Pens." Mengqi walked into the depths of the shop and asked the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper's expression did not change. "This pen needs to be custom made. Do you have a reservation?"

"Yes," Mengqi nodded and answered.

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Please take out your seal."

Mengqi handed his left hand to the shopkeeper, revealing a slight gap. Inside, the Green Ribbon Official Seal shone with a misty light, and then closed.

"Okay, please follow me to the back to get it." The shopkeeper acted like he was greeting a distinguished guest.

Mengqi followed him to the backyard and did not speak. He waited quietly. After a while, the shopkeeper took out a piece of paper from a secret place and handed it to Mengqi. "Green-ribbon Su, this is the information you wanted."

Mengqi took the paper and opened it. It was indeed the information he had applied for.

Before leaving Yangxia, he had asked the headquarters in Luoyang for all kinds of information about Dongyang Lord, especially about Dongyang Villa.

Because it was too old and difficult to find, the information was not issued until Mengqi arrived in Maoling.

On the paper were information about Dongyang Lord's life, inheritance, and other information.

"… Dongyang Villa is located in one of the three places in Longtai, Maoling, and Daxing …"

A smile appeared on Mengqi's face. He threw the paper into the brazier next to him, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the shop with his head held high, holding the brush that was used as a disguise.

Tongues of fire rose, and the paper was quickly charred.

He had finally grasped a piece of the puzzle to solve the mystery of Maoling.