In the evening, Yan Shouyi led the elite of the folk religion to the Daqing Mountain camp.
The top forces of the famous sect have entered Daqing Mountain, and those still in the camp are the younger generation of the famous sect and other members of the folk religion.
When Yan Shou arrived, everyone couldn't help but stand up, watch or greet him.
After experiencing so many things, everyone reached a consensus: Yan Shouyi's status in the folk religion is like the status of the Celestial Master in the famous sect, which is equivalent to Yu Luming.
Now that Yu Luming has entered Daqing Mountain, Yan Shouyi is the backbone of everyone.
"Brother Yan!"
As soon as Yan Shou got out of the car, Yuan Jianxin and others surrounded him.
Zhao Chengxiang asked angrily: "Did you ask the Heavenly Master not to let us follow Daqing Mountain?"
They don't want to be shy, but they also want to follow the elders of the master's sect and take the lead and have a good fight with the national master.
Wei Changqing stood aside and did not take action. He knew that these people were good friends of Yan Shouyi. If it were other people, Wei Changqing would have to take action at this time to defend the dignity of Yan Shouyi's leader of the folk religion.
Yan Shou pressed his hand to signal everyone to calm down.
"This is a decision jointly made by Lao Yu and I," he explained. "The National Master is far more powerful and cunning than you imagine. The situation in the Daqing Mountains is complicated, and we cannot allow everyone to take risks."
Yuan Jianxin muttered in a low voice: "But our masters and elders have all gone in."
"Don't worry," Yan Shouyi sighed, "On the day of the decisive battle, even if you have to sacrifice, you will all line up on the ground. You will have this opportunity."
When everyone heard this, their hearts trembled.
Someone raised an objection: "President Yan, do you overestimate the strength of the national division? Your attitude is too pessimistic."
"It's a matter of the survival of the world. I'm just used to preparing for the worst. I certainly hope that Lao Yu and the others will be able to seize the weakness of the imperial master and defeat them in one fell swoop this time when they enter the mountain."
But Yan Shouyi added in his heart: It would be great if the Imperial Master was really that easy to deal with.
Yan Shou walked into the largest tent in the camp and found Liu Yiren meditating in the tent.
It's just that she frowned, obviously not as calm as she seemed on the surface.
"Is there any news?" Yan Shouyi asked.
Liu Yiren shook his head: "The Imperial Master should have made preparations in the Daqing Mountains. They lost contact with the outside world not long after entering the mountains."
Then Liu Yiren asked Yan Shouyi: "Are all the people from the folk religion here?"
All the leaders and elders of the famous sects have entered Daqing Mountain, but this time the Minjiao only sent the Hongyadong organization closest to Xichuan to enter.
Yan Shou nodded: "Except for my parents who are in charge of Rongcheng, everyone else is here."
"Your father is very spiritual, why didn't he come to Daqing Mountain?" Liu Yiren was puzzled.
Yan Shouyi sighed: "He is the last line of defense. When it comes time for him to take action, it means that even I have been defeated."
In order not to be inquired by the Imperial Master, Yan Shouyi and Yan Chou tacitly concealed the matter of the Nine Dragons Evil Formation. Even Liu Yiren did not know what this trump card was.
Soon, it was dark.
It was the twelfth lunar month of winter again in the mountains, and many bonfires were lit in the campground, but none seemed to be able to dispel the chill, nor could they dispel the gloom in everyone's hearts.
Yan Shouyi and others stayed up all night, waiting for news about Yu Luming.
However, Daqing Mountain is like a whirlpool in the deep sea, swallowing up everything around it, and no news can be spread.
Yan Shouyi was restless and felt that the tent was too stuffy, so he secretly walked out, planning to ask someone for a cigarette to relieve his anxiety.
When he opened the tent, he saw Wang Jichang, Lao Jin, He Xiping, Weng Qianxiang... and a group of elite disciples from famous sects, all gathered together to smoke.
The arrival of Yan Shouyi made everyone quiet for a while, and then Lao Jin took out a pack of cigarettes and threw them to Yan Shouyi.
Yan Shouyi held the cigarette, sighed, and pressed it back.
"Everyone is restless and tossing and turning, unable to sleep." Wang Jixiang whispered.
"The stupid Imperial Master." Long Feicheng floated out and summed up what everyone was thinking in one sentence.
"I don't know when they will come out."
Han San had a sad look on his face, and Han Liigou didn't even think about the young lady at this time.
When everyone is depressed.
There was a sudden commotion in the camp.
"what happened?"
"Is anyone back?"
"I hope it's good news... Come and have a look!"
Everyone was like a frightened bird. They were startled at first, and then ran towards the exit of the camp in unison.
Yan Shou ran at the front and saw from a distance that Hou Jingchen of the Changlin Army was guarding there with his men, not allowing anyone to get close.
"What's going on?" Yan Shouyi shouted.
When Hou Jingchen saw that Yan Shouyi was coming, he turned around and ordered his men not to take a step back. Then he ran towards Yan Shouyi and said, "The people who entered Daqing Mountain are back."
"came back?!"
Yan Shouyi's eyes lit up, then quickly dimmed, and his face became very ugly.
Thousands of people entered Daqing Mountain in the morning.
If they return in triumph, at least a few hundred people should come back, right?
If Yu Luming came back, Hou Jingchen would not look like this now.
"Take me to see it."
Hou Jingchen led the way, and Yan Shouyi followed behind with a heavy heart.
He pushed aside the crowd and saw members of the Changlin Army guarding the entrance to the camp. They were surrounded by people, but there was only one person in the center of the crowd.
The man was wearing a cassock, but it was in tatters, covered in blood, and had a broken arm. He looked very miserable.
Yan Shou recognized this person at a glance. He was Abbot Ben Heng of Hanshan Temple!
"Master Ben Heng!"
The straight-tempered Chang Shan couldn't hold back on the spot and pushed through the crowd and ran to Ben Heng's side.
"Lao Jin! Come quickly!!" Yan Shou turned around and shouted.
Lao Jin squeezed out of the crowd and hurriedly came to Ben Heng. After a brief diagnosis, he began to treat him.
There were other descendants of ancient medicine among the folk religion, but Lao Jin was too busy, so he called them out by name. A total of five ancient doctors helped with the treatment, but they still seemed a little confused.
This shows how badly Ben Heng was injured!
The disciples who originally clamored to follow their elders into Daqing Mountain fell silent when they saw Ben Heng's current appearance.
Some people even had weak legs and did not dare to take another look in the direction of Daqing Mountain.
The only person who came back... was Abbot Ben Heng?
Why haven't our masters, elders, and leaders come back? !
Even the Heavenly Master made no move.
Is the Imperial Master really that powerful?
Yan Shouyi came to Ben Heng's side, squatted down, and asked in a low voice:
"Abbot Benheng, where are the others?"
Ben Heng took a few breaths, lowered his head silently, and waited for a while before answering:
"They all died in the Daqing Mountains."
