Chapter 243 Old Man
He hated fighting the most. Those little wall lamps didn't want to see him, so why didn't he want them to get away?
Brushing ruins requires speed. Based on his many years of experience in reading novels, the biggest danger in the ruins is not inside, but from competitors.

"This is quite difficult. I don't know if he can do it." said the person in the sedan.

"It's okay, just give it a try."

"it is good."

The people in the sedan did not leave.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?" Chen Lang asked. He was in a hurry to get on with his journey.

"Where's the money?"

"Didn't I tell you that this is all I have now? I'll owe you money first." Are you kidding me? I haven't even paid for the beads. You want me to pay for something that you mentioned casually without any clue about?

"He won't do anything without money."

Chen Lang patted his chest, "Are you still worried that I'll run away? You can go to Tianjian Sect and ask around when you have time. My last name is Chen Lang, and everyone in Tianjian Sect knows me. You doubting me is like a cultivator doubting the ancient immortals, or Pingtian Sect doubting the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. This is a manifestation of losing faith."

Perhaps he had really heard of Chen Lang's name, or perhaps he had not taken it to heart. The person in the sedan responded, "Okay, I'll talk to him. I'll give you a month, and I'll come back to find you. I'll give you the one million spirit stones of the evil spirit bead, and not a cent less."

The sedan chair flew away quietly and disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

……

"Master, you can't leave."

"How can I live if you leave me?"

In the not very big bedroom, there were jade curtains and golden gauze tents, a bed in the middle, on which lay a dying old man, surrounded by a crowd of people, all of whom were the old man's young descendants, who stopped to watch.

A servant next to him held a jade porcelain bowl in his hand and skimmed off the scum with a spoon. It was all top-grade precious medicine.

"Master, the medicine is here."

"Why are you still drinking medicine? Can't you see the master has fallen asleep?" The old woman who was crying next to him glared at him and signaled to take the medicine away. What if he drinks a sip and then opens his eyes?
I have been waiting for more than ten years.

Soon after, the master opened his cloudy eyes, "Xiao Gui."

"here I am."

"I saw my ancestors coming to pick me up, but I can't let you go. You are all here, and I have something to tell you."

"Master, please tell me."

The master took a deep breath and said, "When I die and am buried in the mausoleum, you must bury my Nine Phoenix Pattern Pill, three boxes of Tiger Bone Tongue Orchid, and several of my treasures with me, and also fill the coffin with spiritual stones.

Finally, no one is allowed to guard the mausoleum."

"Master, you are taking so many things with you. What will your family use them for in the future?" a man nearby asked. He was very surprised. The master's original will was to scatter his ashes on the mountain and bury his robes and bowl in the mausoleum. He didn't want so many burial objects, right?

"What are you talking about? How could you be such an unfilial descendant?" The old woman glared at him, then turned her head to comfort him, "Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say."

A bunch of inflexible and stubborn people, can't they just find a way to get their things out after they die?

After the master finished his instructions, he closed his eyes and died.

"Grandma, look, there are crows outside." The grandson pointed to the treetops outside.

"The master is dead?" The man was secretly happy when he saw it. The old man was finally dead. He told the news to the people around him, and the eyes of the whole family became lively. Dividing the family property was a big deal.

This old man is also a big shot, a great Jindan monk, from a wealthy and prestigious family, with countless wealth. There are not many people like him who can leave in such a decent way these days.

The crow cried unpleasantly.

Suddenly, the master opened his eyes again.

"Master? Do you have anything else to say?" The old woman was shocked. Could this be a last gasp of energy?

But the master just stared at the crow. Suddenly, he lifted the quilt, stood up and went out. He stretched out his hand and the crow landed on his arm with a piece of paper tied to its feet.

"All gone." The master waved to the people behind him, then he trotted to his warehouse attic and took out a peculiarly structured disc with a diaphragm from the second drawer on the left.

The old man glanced outside, the door closed by itself, and then he moved closer to the disc.

"It's me, the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord."

"What's the matter?" "Where are you? Why can't I get in touch with you?" a voice came from the disc.

"I just had something to do." The old man said, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

He knew the identity of the person opposite him, and that he had a close relationship with Senior Xueyan. Xueyan was a person he had to treat with caution, and being able to contact him was definitely no small matter.

"I need your help with something."

"Okay." The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord agreed decisively. It seemed that he had to put the small amount of money on hand aside for the time being.

A voice came slowly from the other side, "Do you know the alliance that is besieging Pingtian Sect? The current leader is Elder Qiu from Qingmu Sect. Go and pretend to be him and call back all the disciples who are on missions outside."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord thought about it for a moment. He knew that alliance very well. "But Elder Qiu is not dead. This will cause problems."

He is only good at imitating dead people, because no one can reveal his disguise except the person he is impersonating.

"It's okay, just try it and you'll be fine after you finish these."

"Okay." The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord thought to himself that this was not difficult, "Then what's your price?"

"Owe it to me first? I'm also accepting another person's request." said the other side.

Owe?

I, the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord, never buy things on credit.

Um? wrong.

"Another person? Who is it?" The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord's heart moved.

"It's inconvenient to tell you. If you don't want to do it, forget it. I'll find someone else."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord already had some guesses in his mind, and after hearing the tone, he was basically confirmed.

Blood Swallow, it's Blood Swallow! It must be him. It's not easy to be asked by him to do something.

So, the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord was very generous, "It's okay, it's just a small favor, keep in touch if you have anything, bye."

……

Chen Lang came all the way to the territory of Pingyun Sect.

After passing through a vast plateau wasteland, the terrain ahead dropped sharply, and mountains and green forests appeared.

The flying boat lowered its altitude and there was no one around. From the directions given by Zhong Haoran, he only knew the general direction but not the exact distance, so it was still difficult to determine the location of the ruins.

Fortunately, no other monks were seen.

"It seems that I have arrived quite early." Chen Lang put away the Breaking Waves Boat and flew between the mountaintops on his flying sword.

Soon, a barrier lake appeared, and an old man was sitting on the exposed rocks nearby, fishing.

"Don't go any further." The old man said.

Oh, it seems I took the right path.

Chen Lang fell to the ground. It was obvious at first glance that the fisherman who appeared in the wild was not an ordinary person.

"Have you seen anything special around here?"

Chen Lang gestured, "It's just some ancient bricks and stones, or a very large beast covered with thorns or something like that."

He didn't know how to describe it, after all, he had never seen the real thing.

The old man cast another shot, "I've never seen a beast covered with thorns, but I have seen an obscene ancient monument."

……

(End of this chapter)