Volume 3: The Demon Cult Advances Eastward Chapter 107: Ruyi Tianmo, Serial Eight Styles
The white snow cannot hide the towering mountains and majestic peaks.
Gaze from afar at the top of the mountain, and you can see the sea of clouds rolling among the scattered mountains, and the mountain mist lingering, transforming into various shapes and forms, which makes one feel dizzy, feel the awe-inspiring power of the mountains, and feel insignificant oneself.
Finally, Li Muchan reached the Golden Summit.
But when he looked at the scene on the golden roof, his heart was suddenly shaken and the smile on his face faded.
The empty field covered with snow was filled with frozen corpses.
He was indeed sitting, cross-legged on the ground, his lips and eyes closed, his face had turned a frightening purple, and his brows were covered with thick frost.
These corpses certainly could not belong to the Demon Cult, but to the Emei Sect.
They all committed suicide.
In addition to these corpses, there were hundreds of people on the ground, sitting in all directions, a large black mass, including handsome and ugly people, men, women, young and old. Some of them had evil and cold auras, some were amiable like wealthy men, and some were ferocious and evil. At a glance, they were like a group of demons dancing wildly, each one more evil than the other.
Fortunately, the looks these people gave Li Muchan were not so cold, at least not all of them. Some responded with kind smiles, some looked at him curiously, and some were trying to please and fawn on him.
After all, these evil followers lurking in the Central Plains had long heard of the Ghost Young Master; more importantly, at least 80% of them had taken Li Muchan's money and got a small sip from that huge empire of money, or it was far less than a sip at all, just some benefits that fell through other people's fingers.
But even such a tiny benefit can allow them to eat and drink well and enjoy a life of luxury for most of half a year.
And they only need to deliver a message, or secretly escort a shipment of goods, or solve some unnecessary troubles for Li Muchan, and they can get benefits hundreds or thousands of times more than before.
This is a God of Wealth, and he is very fair.
As long as someone contributes, no matter who they are, they can get certain benefits from Li Muchan.
Over time, even people who didn't know Li Muchan began to know him, and those who didn't want to help him were scrambling to help and solve Li Muchan's problems.
So in the end, no one dared to cause trouble for Li Muchan.
Everyone believes that if Li Muchan had not offended the "Green Dragon Society" and the "Golden Money Gang", he would definitely be one of the most powerful and famous people in the world.
Li Muchan also noticed this, and the smile that had been restrained reappeared between his eyebrows.
It is said that a hero cannot resist the temptation of beauty, but people forget that there is also a saying that a penny can make a hero fail.
Money moves people's hearts. If you control the money, you control people's hearts.
Even if this kind of human heart is not sincere, he doesn't care.
"Hehehe, half a month ago, the leader and I returned to Mount Emei and promised that if they returned to the Demon Subduing Sect, we would spare their lives. I didn't expect that this Taoist priest Baiyun would swear to live and die with Emei and would rather die than surrender." The elder pointed to an old Taoist priest among the corpses and said with a smile: "I didn't kill them. I just surrounded them without attacking them. I trapped these people on the Golden Summit, just to see if they can really do what they said."
Li Muchan put away his umbrella and asked, "What was the result?"
The great elder grinned, "Within five days, seven Emei disciples couldn't stand the hunger anymore and begged to go down the mountain. Taoist Baiyun was ruthless enough. He killed his own disciples with a sword, and finally led the remaining disciples to starve to death on the Golden Summit... If you had come a day earlier, you could have seen a few of them breathing."
It’s really cruel.
When the three of them reached the top of the Golden Summit, Li Muchan suddenly felt a palpitation for no reason. His eyes turned quickly, looking past everyone and directly at a Buddhist temple called "Guangxiang Temple" not far away.
The Buddhist temple is weathered and majestic, with snowflakes all over the bronze ceiling and two old wooden doors standing open to the outside. Inside the dim temple, a clay statue sits high on the altar, with its grey eyes drooping, overlooking the figure meditating in front of it.
What Li Muchan saw was a back, a majestic back that was different from that of an ordinary person.
His broad shoulders and back made the purple and black brocade robe look extremely majestic, and his thick black hair scattered in the wind.
At this moment, it seemed that there was only this figure left on the golden roof.
Flakes of flying snow rolled in, almost dyeing the shoulders of the figure white.
This person just sat there, motionless, like an old monk in meditation.
On the right side of the back, there is a jade staff that is completely emerald green. It is about six or seven feet high and magnificent. It emits a ball of green light in the dim Buddhist temple, which is very magical.
Who is this person?
This person is of course the leader of the evil cult, Qiu Xiaolou.
Li Muchan followed the steps of the great elder and walked outside the Buddhist temple. He greeted him gently, "Li Muchan, I greet the leader."
"Hmm," a deep and powerful voice suddenly sounded, and then a deep and powerful voice began to speak, "Mr. Ghost, you are too polite. Now, you are the only one left among the four vice-chairmen of the entire Holy Church. You are truly second to none and above ten thousand people. You don't need to bow when you see me in the back."
Li Muchan raised his head: "Thank you for your kindness, Master."
The people in the hall turned around at some point.
Qiu Xiaolou sat cross-legged, with one hand gently pressing on his left knee, slightly tilting his body, and looking at Li Muchan with interest.
"I wonder if the deputy leader has found out the truth about the 'Peacock Feather'? Why has Peacock Villa become so powerful now? Also, the deputy leader's whereabouts have been a little secretive recently. Can you tell me where he has been?"
I didn't expect that this person had a smile on his face but a knife hidden in his words.
The Great Elder's expression was still subtle, but the atmosphere had become tense.
The goddess of bliss standing by half lowered her chin, her face changing wildly, but Li Muchan seemed to be prepared. Her faint laughter was like a reassurance that made people slow down their breathing and calm their heartbeats.
Li Muchan smiled calmly and said, "I have found out that the 'Peacock Feather' is fake. The reason why I didn't do anything to the 'Peacock Villa' is actually a long story."
Qiu Xiaolou rolled out two cushions with his sleeves and said leisurely, "Then sit down and talk slowly."
"Okay," Li Muchan strode into the hall, handed the umbrella to the Blissful Goddess, and said, "Bring that thing over here."
Looking at the back of the goddess of bliss walking away, the elder was a little curious: "I wonder what the young master brought with him?"
Li Muchan sat on the futon, brushing off the falling snow on his body while looking into their eyes and speaking slowly, "To be honest, although I didn't find the 'Peacock Feather', I did find another rare treasure that countless people dream of, and I'm here to present it to the leader."
"Oh?" Qiu Xiaolou rolled up his sleeves and changed his posture, "Then I'd like to take a look."
After a while, in the wind and snow outside the temple, the Goddess of Bliss returned with an umbrella and brought a box.
Qiu Xiaolou's eyes suddenly narrowed: "A box."
Suddenly, two gleams of light flashed in the eyes of the great elder: "Is this the box?"
Li Muchan said: "Yes, this is the box that Xiao Leixue had back then."
The Great Elder took a deep breath. He was of a very high generation and was also very old. Naturally, he knew and saw much more than the rising stars in the martial arts world like Li Muchan.
Not long ago, there appeared a remarkable man in Chang'an City. In less than two years, he relied on his martial arts and wisdom to convince the thirty-nine most important heroes from Heshuo Central Plains to Guandong to turn from the underworld to the white world, forming a super escort agency unprecedented in the world of martial arts. He was rampant inside and outside the pass and dominated the martial arts world of the Central Plains .
This person is "Purple Air Coming from the East", Zhuo Donglai.
Not only was this man extremely good at planning, his martial arts skills were also said to be so high that he was able to defeat the opponent with a sword without one.
But such an invincible figure lost his life because of this box.
There has long been a rumor in the martial arts world that whoever gets this box will become invincible and undefeated.
The Great Elder smiled, his wrinkled old face filled with smiles: "The Deputy Leader has accomplished a great deed this time."
Qiu Xiaolou took the box from Li Muchan, but did not rush to open it. Instead, he clapped his hands and praised, "Not bad, meritorious service should be rewarded. The deputy leader has made countless contributions to the Holy Church in recent years, and I cannot be stingy today."
He pondered for a moment, then suddenly took out a sandalwood box and said meaningfully, "I heard that Young Master Youll is also good at swordsmanship. This is a secret of our Holy Church that is not passed down. Today, I will make an exception and give it to the deputy leader. When the Holy Church dominates the Central Plains in the future, I will give you another generous reward."
"Thank you very much."
Li Muchan took the wooden box, lowered his eyes and looked at it. His pupils trembled, but he saw eight large characters carved on the wooden surface:
[Ruyi Tianmo, Continuous Eight Styles]
