The white snow cannot hide the mountains and towering peaks.
Looking far away from the heights of the peak, you can see the rolling sea of clouds and the shrouded mountain mist among the scattered mountains, which are transformed into various forms. It makes people feel astonished, feeling the mountains are awe-inspiring, and feeling insignificant.
Finally, Li Muchan climbed to the top of the Golden Summit.
But looking at the scene on the golden dome, his mind suddenly shook, and the smile on his face faded.
I saw an empty field covered with snow, filled with frozen corpses.
He was indeed sitting, cross-legged on the ground, his lips and eyes were closed, his face was already a shocking purple color, and his eyebrows were covered with thick frost.
Of course, these corpses cannot be from the Demon Cult, but from the Emei Sect.
They all died of suicide.
In addition to these corpses, there are hundreds of people on the ground, sitting in all directions, a large dark area. There are both handsome and ugly, including men, women, old and young. Some are evil and cold, and some are friendly and seem to belong to rich families. Weng, there are still people with fierce looks. If you glance at them, it's like a group of demons dancing around, each one more evil than the other.
But fortunately, the eyes these people looked at Li Muchan were not so cold, at least not all of them. Some responded with a kind smile, some looked at him curiously, and some looked at him with flattery and flattery.
After all, the ghost masters like them, who are dormant in the Central Plains, have long been familiar with it; more importantly, at least 80% of them have taken Li Muchan's money and taken a small sip of soup from the huge money empire, or they have not been able to do it at all. Not nearly as much as a sip, just some of the goodness that others have slipped through their fingers.
But such a trivial benefit can allow them to eat and drink well, and enjoy it for more than half a year.
And just by delivering a message, secretly escorting a shipment, or solving some unnecessary troubles for Li Muchan, they can get hundreds or even thousands of times more benefits than before.
This is a God of Wealth, and he is very fair.
As long as anyone contributes, no matter who they are, they can get certain benefits from Li Muchan.
Over time, even people who didn't know Li Muchan came to know him, and people who didn't want to help him all tried their best to help and solve Li Muchan's troubles.
So in the end, no one dared to trouble Li Muchan.
Everyone believes that if Li Muchan had not offended the "Blue Dragon Society" and the "Money Gang", he would definitely be one of the most powerful and famous beings 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 has trouble with beauty, but they forget that there is also a saying that a penny has trouble with a hero.
Money moves people's hearts. If you control money, you control people's hearts.
Even if this kind of heart is not sincere, he doesn't care.
"Hehehehe, half a month ago the leader and I returned to Emei, and promised that they would be spared if they returned to the Demon-Conquering Sect. I didn't expect that this old Taoist Baiyun said that he would live and die with Emei, and would rather die than surrender," the great elder pointed at those people. An old Taoist among the corpses said with a smile, "I didn't kill them either. I only surrounded them without attacking them. I trapped these people on the golden roof just to see if they could really do what they said."
Li Muchan closed the umbrella and asked, "What was the result?"
The great elder grinned: "In the end, within five days, the seven Emei disciples couldn't bear the hunger and begged to come down the mountain. The old Taoist Baiyun was also cruel enough. He killed his disciples and grandsons with one sword and one man, and finally led the remaining The disciples starved to death on the golden roof... If Master had come a day earlier, he would still have seen a few gasping for breath."
Really cruel enough.
It is only said that when the three of them climbed to the top of the Golden Summit, Li Muchan suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart. He turned his eyes sharply and looked past everyone to a Buddhist temple not far away called "Guangxiang Temple".
The Buddhist temple is ancient and majestic. The copper roof is covered with snowflakes. Two old wooden doors open to the outside. In the dark hall, a clay statue sits high on the altar, with gray Buddha eyes lowered, overlooking the figure meditating in front of him. .
What Li Muchan saw was the back, a majestic back that was different from ordinary people.
The broad shoulders and broad back made the purple and black brocade robe very powerful, and the thick black hair spread out in the wind.
At this moment, it seemed that only this back figure was left on the golden roof.
Pieces of flying snow rolled in, almost turning the shoulders of this figure white.
This man was just sitting, motionless, like an old monk in meditation.
On the right side of the back, there is an emerald-green jade staff, six or seven feet high, magnificent and beautiful. It emits a green light in the dim Buddhist hall, which is very magical.
Who is this person?
This person is of course the leader of the Demon Cult, Qiu Xiaolou.
Li Muchan followed the steps of the great elder and walked outside the Buddhist temple. He greeted him gently and said, "Li Muchan, I have met the leader."
"Well," a deep groan suddenly sounded like someone waking up from a big dream, and then a deep and powerful voice spoke, "Young Master Ghost, you're welcome. Now you are the only one left among the four deputy leaders in the entire Holy Religion. You are worthy of your name." Below one person, above ten thousand people, there is no need to bow when you see me from behind."
Li Muchan raised his head: "Thank you, Master, for your kindness."
The people in the hall turned around at some point.
Qiu Xiaolou sat cross-legged, gently pressing his left knee with one hand, leaning slightly sideways, and looked at Li Muchan with great interest.
"I wonder if the deputy leader can find out the authenticity of the 'Peacock Feather'? Why is Peacock Villa so big now? And recently, the whereabouts of the deputy leader have been somewhat hidden. Can you tell me where I have been? "
I don't want this person to smile but hide his words.
The Great Elder's expression was still so subtle, but the atmosphere had become tense.
The goddess of bliss on the side half-lowered her chin, her face changing wildly, but Li Muchan seemed to have been prepared, and her faint laughter was like a reassurance that made people slow down and slow down their heartbeat.
Li Muchan smiled calmly: "My subordinates have discovered that the 'Peacock Feather' is fake during this period. The reason why I have not taken action against the 'Peacock Villa' is actually a long story."
Qiu Xiaolou rolled out two futons and said leisurely: "Then sit down and talk slowly."
"Okay," Li Muchan strode into the hall, handed the umbrella to the Paradise Goddess and said, "Bring that thing here."
Looking at the retreating back of the Paradise Lady, the elder was a little curious: "I wonder what the young master has brought?"
Li Muchan sat on the futon, patting the falling snow on his body, while looking into the eyes of the two of them and said softly: "To be honest, although I did not find the 'Peacock Feather', I did find another item that has impressed countless people. The most coveted treasure is specially presented 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 palace, the goddess of bliss returned with an umbrella and brought a box.
Qiu Xiaolou's eyes suddenly narrowed: "A box."
Suddenly two flashes of light flashed in the Great Elder's eyes: "Is this the box?"
Li Muchan said: "Yes, this is the box that Xiao Leixue was in."
The First Elder took a deep breath. He was of a very senior level and was older. He naturally knew and seen much more than rising stars like Li Muchan.
Once upon a time, there was an extraordinary person in Chang'an City. In less than two years, this person relied on his martial arts and wisdom to convince the most important thirty-nine green forest heroes from the Central Plains of Heshuo to Guandong. The underworld took over the white path and formed an unprecedented super escort bureau, running rampant inside and outside the customs and dominating the martial arts in the Central Plains.
This person is "Ziqi Donglai", Zhuo Donglai.
Not only does this person have many tricks up his sleeve, but his martial arts skills are said to be so high that "without a sword" is better than "with a sword".
But such an invincible person died because of this box.
There have long been rumors in the world that whoever gets this box will be invincible and invincible in the world.
The great elder smiled, his wrinkled old face full of smiles: "The deputy leader has accomplished a great feat this time."
Qiu Xiaolou took the box from Li Muchan and was not in a hurry to open it. Instead, he patted his hands and praised: "Yes, merit will be rewarded. The deputy leader has made countless contributions to the Holy Religion in recent years. I, You can’t be stingy today either.”
He pondered for a moment, then suddenly took out a sandalwood box and said meaningfully: "I heard that the ghost master is also good at using swordsmanship. This is a secret that our holy religion does not teach. Today, I will make an exception and give it to the deputy leader. When the saint comes, If you teach me to dominate the Central Plains, I will also give you a heavy reward."
"Thank you."
Li Muchan took the wooden box and looked down, his pupils trembling, but he saw eight large characters carved with a knife on the wooden surface.
Ruyi Tianmo, a series of eight postures.
(End of chapter)
