Pork Butcher - C71

In the morning, the sun’s radiance was slowly dispersing the mist in the mountains. Looking up at the sunlight, one would not feel the heat, but instead feel a warm feeling, the house in the mountain was lit up with smoke. There were eight or nine year old children sitting on the buffalo’s back, driving the buffalo out to graze, and some people carrying their tools were going up the mountains to chop firewood.

Three or four young figures were standing by a lake, holding towels and canteens in their hands. They were waiting very quietly for the old man who was playing Taiji, just like the landlords in ancient times.

After a long time, the old man finished fighting. Someone immediately passed a towel to him and wiped his face. Another cup of tea was served. After drinking it, he slowly walked toward the village.

When he arrived at the village entrance, he suddenly heard a long whistle. He turned around and saw a young man slowly stopping on a boulder. He opened his eyes and slowly walked towards the old man, greeting him, “Grandfather, good morning!”

“En, good morning, Xiao Yang is here,” the old man replied.

“I’m here!” Just as he finished asking, a loud roar was heard. He then turned around and saw a figure running frantically towards him from the mountain.

“Good day Uncle, good morning cousin.” I came down from the mountain and said to Sun Yong and the Uncle.

“Hmph.” Sun Yong gave a cold snort as an answer. He then turned his head and walked towards the village, while the Uncle looked at me with a beaming smile, and asked me about some experiences in cultivation.

After returning to the village, there were already people setting up food, they were all fresh vegetables grown by the villagers, Sun Yong lowered his head and ate without saying a word.

Sun Yong’s expression made me feel that it was very funny, because all of this was something that Uncle had done on purpose to make Sun Yong suffer. Then, for the past half month that Sir, most of the places we went to were remote villages, so the conditions are naturally not too good.

This was a truly impoverished village, mountain family, and the transportation was extremely inconvenient. Even the electricity was only used seven or eight years ago, and the biggest appliance in the entire village of twenty or so households was just a television, and the degree of poverty could be imagined, but such poverty naturally could not be paid attention to in terms of hygiene. Thus, when he came, Sun Yong had simply suffered a great sin, and even the employees of Uncle could not bear it.

For example, Qing Zhi, who looked fresh and tender, didn’t have any pesticide or fertilizer on him, but when Sun Yong saw them using farm manure, he immediately vomited. There was also the toilet, the kind of old style fecal pit, that Sun Yong had endured for two days and didn’t even want to go to the toilet.

This made Uncle very happy, but it made Sun Yong’s face even more ugly. Especially when he looked at me, because coming here, I was the first to integrate myself into this life.

“I received news yesterday that the people from the Quanzhen Religion have not found Qian Yilin yet, but they have found the person who helped us collect the information. They want to see us,” Uncle said after finishing eating.

“You haven’t found it yet?” Is Quanzhen Religion that bad? “I can guarantee that Qian Yilin is definitely in Xinyang,” I immediately said.

“Reason.” Sun Yong coldly said.

“The reason is that Qian Yilin is an old man who is already over eighty years old, and Xinyang is his homeland. He won’t run, so even if he dies, he will die in his hometown, and Xinyang is his lair. If I were to do something bad for him after a few decades, I would definitely plan for a way out.

People’s eyes were sometimes very shallow, just like Qian Yilin’s. He had been in the Xinyang for so long, he must have many connections and spies, so if something happened to him right now, he definitely wouldn’t go anywhere else. He must be hiding somewhere.

“The company’s brain also thinks so, so Quanzhen Religion’s search direction has always been Xinyang, but in the end, it was unable to find him. Who knows where he’s hiding,” Uncle replied.

“Then Uncle means to meet the cultivator with Quanzhen Religion?” I asked.

When doing things, no matter what, Uncle had a strong motive. For example, when he was at the seaside fishing village, he had done it for the sake of conducting a business inspection, but here, he was doing it to force Sun Yong to look at his own emotions. Now that Sun Yong’s slight obsession with cleanliness had been cured, there was no point in continuing to stay.

“Mn, I do want to meet him, but I’m even more curious as to what exactly Qian Yilin is doing. During this period of time, I’ve searched through all of the ancient books, but I don’t even know what exactly he is doing with the corpse rearing area, so I want to seek guidance from fellow daoists in Quanzhen Religion,” Uncle said.

“Or for that? “I think that place is very evil,” I said with a frown. I didn’t think that Uncle would still be thinking about the place where the corpses were kept.

“No matter how evil it is, can it be more evil than that blade?” Uncle laughed involuntarily.

Uncle’s words made me freeze for a moment, then I smiled bitterly, what he said was true, no matter how evil, could it be worse than that Pig Slaughtering Knife? If we don’t drink the blood, I don’t know what kind of trouble it will cause, and drinking the blood every day isn’t omnipotent. At least for now, we all know that the evil nature of this blade is getting stronger and stronger, even the appearance of the Pig Slaughtering Knife is extremely spirited. If we feed it any more, we don’t know what will happen, but we can’t not feed it, so right now we are in a super difficult situation, as if we have entered a dead cycle.

I bitterly laughed. The change in the Pig Slaughtering Knife reminded us that we don’t have much time left, I need to level up my Cultivation Level as fast as possible, and to level up, this quiet cultivation is simply too slow. We can only rely on actual combat, to deal with all kinds of strange events, only then can we quickly raise our Cultivation Level.

After making his decision, the Uncle informed the person who had gathered the information about the place and told the person who had found him the Quanzhen Religion. Then, they arranged to meet again at the appointed time.

Three days later, we set up a formation in the bamboo forest near the mountain village, waiting for the arrival of the Spirit Intermediate Disciple Quanzhen Religion. Uncle and Sun Yong were playing Go while the Uncle’s assistant was brewing tea on one side.

Twenty minutes later, two Daoists under the guidance of the Uncle’s assistants entered the bamboo forest. Seeing this scene, the two Daoists were stunned and revealed an expression of disbelief.

“Quanzhen Religion, Yan Lin greets you!”

“Quanzhen Religion, Wang Huan greets dao friend!”

The two Daoists were the first to greet the Uncle.

I can see that the two cultivators aren’t young anymore, probably around fifty or sixty years old. They should be around the same age as the Uncle, but after being taken advantage of by the Uncle, they consciously lowered their statuses a little and let go of their pride as cultivators of the Quanzhen Religion.

Uncle stood up and returned the greeting with a hearty laugh. Seeing the two of them being so tactful, he knew that it would not be in vain for him to act so pretentiously, so he was naturally in a very good mood.

“You guys don’t have a sect’s inheritance? Even clans do not surpass three generations? ” After both sides reported their origins, the two Daoists spoke in astonishment.

We don’t have much to say about this, our weak point is that we don’t have enough resources. Moreover, because of Sun Chengzhi, we lost a lot of our techniques, if not we wouldn’t have hidden here with so much confidence.

On the other hand, it was Yan Lin and Wang Huan, the two cultivators, who were the true successors of the sect.

In the Yuan Dynasty, it was equivalent to the Orthodoxy, and when it reached the peak, it later summed up Hai Qiong Zi and the other people’s name into the Quanzhen Religion, which was then referred to as the Southern Sect. The influence of Quanzhen Religion had also been developed all the way to the South, to the point that until now, Quanzhen Religion was considered as one of the most important Daoist sects in China, standing on equal footing with Wu Dang, Long Hu, Qing Cheng Shan, and many other Daoist sects.

“My two friends, why don’t you tell me?” Uncle said with a smile. Although our status compared to theirs was like comparing a diaosi and a tycoon, we were not inferior.

“Yes, official business is more important. We can discuss the matter of the Dao later. I wonder if you have any grudges with Master Qian Yilin?” Yan Lin asked.

Without saying much, we have already shared our grievances with Qian Yilin. Naturally, we will say what we should and definitely not say what we shouldn’t, for example, I will go and force Zhang Jia to tell us the truth.

“So this means that you don’t know where Qian Yilin is either,” Yan Lin said with extreme disappointment after he finished listening. Didn’t they travel thousands of miles just to find news of him?

“That’s only natural, otherwise we would have already collected such a high bounty from your sect,” Uncle said with a smile. The bounty from the Quanzhen Religion was a hundred thousand yuan, and although this bounty was not very attractive to Uncle, it was indeed not low.

Uncle’s hinting words made Yan Lin and Wang Huan’s eyes light up. They could hear the hidden meaning in Uncle’s words.

“Fellow Daoist Sun, Qian Yilin is a ambitious man, everyone knows about the dangers of his corpse rearing place, his actions involved taking care of tens of thousands of people in Xinyang. If the people in danger do not punish them severely, then for all the cultivators in the world, if they were to learn about Qian Yilin, the world would definitely be in chaos, so I ask Fellow Sun to help us catch Qian Yilin,” said Daoist Yan Lin.

“That’s right, Qian Yilin is too outrageous, but is he really the one who kept the corpses? Why didn’t I hear about it?” Uncle laughed, not caring about the huge hat they had given him.

“Fellow Daoist Sun, what did you hear?” When Uncle said this, Yan Lin immediately became anxious.

“No, no, I haven’t heard anything!” Uncle hurriedly said.

Yan Lin and Wang Huan looked at each other. They were all smart people, cunning ones would naturally understand the intentions of the Uncle, thus they were obviously hesitating.