Volume 1 Uncle Nine's World Chapter 22 Tongbei Mountain, Huangxian Temple
I have to say that the Huangxian Temple is really unusual.
In his previous life, Jiale had seen some shrines like the Dragon King Temple in his hometown, but although they were called shrines, they were actually just small rooms of a few square meters. However, the Huangxian Temple in front of him was different. Not only did it cover an area of about 50 square meters, it was also fully decorated and a bit luxurious, and there was also a priest on the side.
Simu arrived at the Huangxian Temple, but there was no much to say. He looked directly at the statue of Wong Tai Sin sitting in the Huangxian Temple.
"The Maoshan disciple Simu has come to seek justice. Please show yourself."
Hearing the voice, the priest who was resting in the temple slowly walked out. Just as he was about to speak, a yellow light shot out from the statue and hit the priest. When he looked again, the priest had changed his temperament.
Jiale seemed to understand that he was possessed by Wong Tai Sin.
The priest came forward slowly and said, "My clan, the Wong Tai Sin clan, and the Maoshan clan have nothing to do with each other. Why are you asking for justice?"
This Wong Tai Sin spoke politely, which was understandable. The Wong Tai Sin clan had only risen in status now that the gods were in decline. However, compared with top sects like Maoshan, which had inherited the teachings of the Shangqing sect and had a profound heritage, they were still a little behind.
What's more, Simu came with great momentum, and Huang Daxian also thought that his clan had really offended Maoshan in some way, so naturally he lacked the momentum to speak.
Simu pointed at Jiale and said, "This is my disciple Jiale. When he was walking outside, members of your Huang Daxian clan actually blocked his way to ask for a title. When they failed, they even chased him to my ancestral temple. If it weren't for the protection of my ancestor, I'm afraid they would have forced their way in. Most importantly, after knowing that Jiale was a disciple of Maoshan, they still dared to linger. What do you have to say about this?"
Huang Daxian was busy dealing with Simu just now and didn't pay much attention to Jiale. However, in Huang Daxian's opinion, what Simu said could not be trusted. After all, all the Huang Daxian in Xiangzhou had been trained by him. He had clearly forbidden them to touch Taoist disciples. How could any of his clansmen dare to disobey him?
But after seeing Jiale, Wong Tai Sin suddenly lost his confidence.
After observing the fortune, Wong Tai Sin was somewhat envious of Jia Le's good fortune. This kind of fortune was indeed enough for his own people to go against their principles and take risks.
If it succeeds, it’s really worth it.
However, now not only has it failed, but people have also come to our door to find us, which is troublesome.
As for which tribe brought the disaster, Huang Daxian knew it after just one sniff. After all, it was only a few days and the scent was still there.
However, what's so strange is that this yellow-skinned guy is actually his grandson.
This is a difficult situation. I can't just hand over my own grandson.
As for denying, Huang Daxian thought about it and still didn't dare. The one opposite was Maoshan. If it was an ordinary Taoist sect, he could deny it, but he and his clan, Huang Daxian, really couldn't afford to offend Maoshan. After all, Xiangzhou was the base camp of Maoshan. If they really angered Maoshan, they would be in danger of being destroyed immediately.
"This is indeed the case of our clansmen who are ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth and have provoked Mount Mao. I hope that the Taoist priest can forgive the villain's fault and let him go."
Hearing that Huang Daxian wanted to cover up the matter with just a touch of his upper lip, Simu immediately became annoyed, "Do you really think that we Maoshan can be bullied? If so, there is no need to talk about it. We will meet again later."
Seeing Simu just saying something and turning away, Huang Daxian was dumbfounded and hurriedly called Simu to stop.
"Master, please stop. If you have any conditions, feel free to ask. Why get angry?"
Huang Daxian also smiled bitterly in his heart, knowing that he would bleed heavily this time, but he really didn't dare to let Simu go. If he let Simu go today, then tomorrow all the Maoshan disciples in Xiangzhou might regard their Huang Daxian clan as enemies, and then, it would be really troublesome.
As expected, these Taoist disciples are the most troublesome. His grandson has caused him so much trouble. It seems that he has to teach him a lesson when he returns this time. Otherwise, he may cause him more trouble in the future.
Simu stopped walking then. He didn't really want to fall out with the Wong Tai Sin clan. After all, although Maoshan was powerful, it was not advisable to act rashly at this time. It would be best to maintain peace. This time he came mainly to make a fortune.
Simu nodded and said, "That's the right way to talk. I heard that a piece of 500-year-old lightning-struck wood was found on Tongbei Mountain three years ago."
Huang Daxian's face changed when he heard this. He didn't know how Simu knew this news. Moreover, even if the news had leaked out, they covered it up well at the time and could not let people point the finger at Huang Daxian's clan.
Nowadays, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has dissipated, and many spiritual herbs and materials have disappeared. It is very difficult for Taoists to refine elixirs and magical instruments. Even if they have the skills, they do not have the materials to support them.
And this lightning-struck wood is the best material for refining magic swords. If you want to refine a magic weapon, you must have lightning-struck wood that is over a hundred years old. The older the wood, the stronger the power.
Five hundred years of lightning-struck wood is already strong enough to be used to refine a top-grade magical weapon.
Three years ago, there was a huge thunder on Tongbei Mountain , and it happened to hit a five hundred year old peach tree. Not all trees struck by thunder can become spiritual materials. The formation of thunder-struck wood is not easy and it depends on chance. But after being struck by thunder, this five hundred year old peach tree was resurrected and came back to life, and it was infected with the properties of thunder and lightning. This is the thunder-struck wood.
The Wong Tai Sin clan naturally knew the value of five hundred year old lightning-struck wood, let alone peach wood.
Among the wood struck by lightning, peach wood has the highest value, followed by jujube wood, locust wood, willow wood, etc.
Although the Wong Tai Sin clan cannot use the lightning-struck wood, there is no stopping them from exchanging it for valuable things. In order to prevent others from knowing and becoming covetous, he deliberately blocked the news. He didn't expect that it would be exposed by Simu today.
"Is there such a thing? I didn't know about it. I am so ashamed. I have to thank you for your information. I will look for it carefully when I find it. If I can find it, I will never forget your kindness in telling me today."
Five hundred years old peach wood!
Jiale was also excited. Simu had a hundred-year-old peach wood sword, which was very powerful. Unfortunately, Simu did not like to use the peach wood sword. Instead, he loved his own big sword.
The hundred-year-old peach wood sword is already so powerful. If one could refine a five-hundred-year-old peach wood sword, it would surely be even easier to exorcise demons and monsters.
Thinking of this, Jiale was also very excited.
Four eyes looked at Huang Daxian with a smile on their faces, "Huang Xian, you look down on my Maoshan. Since I dare to say so, I have confirmed that your Huang Xian clan has obtained the five hundred year old lightning wood. Now I will leave it at that. I will take out the weight of the two swords. This matter will be over. Otherwise, Huang Xian, let's see how confident my Maoshan will be tomorrow."
