Myths of Mountains and Seas: Volume 5

By Tang YiGuDian

In the four seas and eight wastelands, the Mystic Maiden offered up the secret arts of the Mountain and Sea Realm, the Seven Domains of the Nine Prefectures, and the Nine Tripod Commerce.

When this cauldron reached ten percent completion, the rain of blood would rain down upon the deities and devils.

The River Diagram appeared, as did Luo Shu. The human world was in turmoil.

It was rumored that these nine cauldrons were the ones that had gained the world. However, he did not know that the treasures of the nine cauldrons were all in the Mountain Sea Secret Art that was drawn on the cauldron.

After that, the nine cauldrons sank into the Luo River, disappearing without a trace. The five paths of the world, the Wonder Gate, the Illusion Dao, the Mountain Sect, the Sea Sect, the Scripture Pavilion, and the five sects' heirs, each had their own secret treasures, all for the sake of obtaining the Mountain Sea secret arts within the nine cauldrons.

This fight lasted for thousands of years …

• Language: English
• Publisher: Funstory
• Release date: May 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781648979132

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THUNDERCLAP

CHAPTER 401 - WHO IS JING MO

Sea Scripture Annotation 1: 18

After a long nightmare, it was already evening outside the door.

Jing Mo raised his head and looked at the sun that was about to reach its center. He knew that it was already too late for him to go down the river to fish. His stomach was empty. After searching his entire body, he could only find three to four furry pieces. This little bit of money was the money he had earned from selling the fish last time. If he used it sparingly, he would be able to survive through this week.

Just as he was about to go to the small restaurant opened by Old Yang in the center of the village to buy some food, he heard a rough voice from behind him, Jing Mo, I heard that you picked up a child by the river, is that true?

Jing Mo didn't even need to turn his head to guess who the speaker was. It was Fatty Sun, who was in the same line of work as him.

Fatty Sun was a 1.6m tall, 1.6m wide man. From afar, he looked like a rice jar.

Although Fatty Sun looked fat, he was a good fisherman. Every time Fatty Sun retracted his net, he would always bring out an entire net full of fish, prawns, and crabs.

They all say that the heart is generous and the body fat, but Fatty Sun is harsh when speaking shamelessly for others. If it wasn't for the fact that everyone in the village was trying to catch some of his fish or shrimp, no one would have paid any attention to him.

Jing Mo knew that Fatty Sun did not have good words with his mouth, and his pace increased by a lot. He wanted to slip into the village quickly before Fatty Sun came, in case Fatty Sun teased him again. However, Fatty Sun quickly caught up to him from afar, pressing his arm and asking, Why are you running so fast? Do you want to ignore your fat grandpa?

Seeing that he could not hide anymore, Jing Mo braced himself and replied: Of course not, I'm just hungry, I need to hurry back to Old Yang's place to buy some food.

Fatty Sun opened his mouth wide and laughed out loud, Jing Mo, Jing Mo, someone like you, who can fish and starve to death, is truly an absolute genius.

Jing Mo laughed apologetically, and said: I'm not used to eating food from the water, I'm still used to eating food from the fields.

Fatty Sun strongly patted Jing Mo's shoulders and said: You poor bastard, you still dare to be picky about things. It was because of this world that you didn't starve to death. I hear you picked up a child by the river, a boy, didn't you?

When Jing Mo thought about the corpse that lay in his home, his heart involuntarily shuddered, and he said vaguely: What child, it's all their nonsense.

Fatty Sun ground his teeth and said doubtfully, Don't play around with me, your fat lord. I've already heard everything from Aunt Zhang. It's bad luck for this kid to be with you. He might not be able to get a wife in the future. He's not like you, a rich dad like Old Master Jing wouldn't be able to find him a child's wife."

Jing Mo clenched his fist tightly. As he watched Fatty Sun walk away, he let out a long breath, loosened his fist, and continued walking towards the center of the village.

Along the way, every single villager who was leisurely sitting in the village would run up to him whenever they saw him to ask him about the child's situation. At first, Jing Mo wanted to explain that he did not manage to pick up a child. But how could the villagers believe his poor words?

Uncle Fei saw Jing Mo picking up the child with his own eyes. How could Uncle Fei lie?

Slowly, Jing Mo could no longer be bothered to explain.

When they arrived at the grocery store, Old Yang asked him about it. He said habitually, Yes, I picked it up yesterday. It's a fat black boy. He looks just like me, a little silly.

Even he was beginning to wonder if there really was a child in his house, and not the body lying on the ground just like his own.

He came out of Old Yang's grocery store with a few bundles of wilted rapeseed and, greeted by the villagers on the street, walked to his small, run-down house at the head of the village.

He stood outside the door, wondering, If I open this door, will there be a boy waiting for me in the room?

Jing Mo tried a few times before finally deciding to push open the door.

There was no boy in the room. It was still the body.

Jing Mo's expression was calm as he locked the wooden door. Looking at the corpse on the ground beside the wooden bed, he collapsed.

With a plop, he kneeled on the ground. His face was distorted, and he didn't move an inch.

After kneeling for an unknown period of time, Jing Mo finally managed to slowly get up from the ground. As if nothing had happened, he walked over to his own wooden bed.

Half a month passed by, and the villagers of Jingjia Village knew that Jing Mo had picked up a child.

When Jing Mo went out and met the villagers, he would happily explain in detail how the boy had grown up. For example, when the boy had eaten, the boy was actually able to walk on the ground.

The villagers would also chat with Jing Mo on the topic of children for a long time, as if they were very concerned about Jing Mo and the children he had picked up. However, what they didn't know was that every day when Jing Mo came home with a smile on his face and closed the wooden door, it was as if he had changed his face and instantly became expressionless as he ate a normal meal and slept.

Jing Mo didn't have any children in his life, all he had was a corpse.

Until one day, Aunt Zhang and Jing Mo suggested that a boy should be brought out for a walk, and only then would he have a cheerful personality.

That day, Jing Mo carried the corpse on his back again and walked out the door nervously.

The villagers were still holding the children on Jing Mo's back to talk. Jing Mo smiled as he gave a reply to every villager. The corpses on his back that looked similar to him also curled the corners of his lips.

Ever since that day, Jing Mo would take his child to walk around the village, fish in the river, and visit the market everyday.

When he got home, he would also cook for the child, put on clothes, and wash his body.

Although he still had the same dream every night, he was convinced in his heart that I really picked up a child by the river. This is my child.

He held the hand of the child and muttered.

With Jing Mo having a child, the villagers no longer called him Jing Mo anymore. The villagers, who were his age, all called him Old Jing, and the older kids, children, and even young men and women all called him Jing Laohan. Although he was not very old, he did look much older than his peers who were exposed to the sun and wind on the Yellow River all year round.

And his child was called Little Jing Mo by the villagers.

Every day, Jing Mo would hear the villagers saying similar words, like Little Jing Mo has grown taller again, Little Jing Mo is so sensible, it's like he's carrying a hammer on his back for Old Jing. As time passed, Jing Mo began to get used to judging the situation of his child from the villagers' mouths.

A few years had passed in a blink of an eye. At this time, Jing Mo was lying on the bed, looking at the corpses on the floor.

During the day, he heard the children in the village shouting at the corpses on his back, "Jing Mo, how old are you?

At that moment, he really panicked.

He ran back to the house and placed the body on the ground, staring at it.

His lips were pale and his tongue was dry. He stuttered: You're called Jing Mo, then what should I be called?

CHAPTER 402 - OLD MAN'S DEATH

Sea Scripture Note 1 - XIX

It was another day when the sun had just risen. A tall and straight figure was quietly standing on the banks of the Yellow River.

It was a man, with the same appearance as Jing Mo.

The man's eyes were closed and his breath was gone. It turned out to be the corpse.

There was a bump on the back of the corpse. If one looked carefully, they would be able to see that it was a curled up person, an old man.

The old man's skin was swarthy, and one could vaguely see his original appearance from the wrinkles on his face.

The old man was Jing Mo, the one who had been called Jing Laohan for many years.

Jing Mo had raised children all these years, but he slowly realised that he was gradually being replaced by his own child, a corpse.

The villagers would call the corpse Jing Mo, and instead call him Jing Laohan. He slowly lost his name, and only the ice-cold Jing Laohan remained.

In the mouths of the villagers, Jing Mo had grown up well, and had already become a man who was willing to help others and take responsibility.

There were a few girls in the village who were secretly in love with him.

But all of these things, in the eyes of the Jing Laohan, had never happened before. Only he knew, that Jing Mo did not even exist, that he was just a corpse.

Or maybe I'm the only one who's gone crazy. This is really a child. He looked at the body under the bed countless times, doubting himself.

Everyone in the village treated this corpse as a human, what else could he do?

Jing Mo gradually grew up in the hands of the villagers, and he also gradually aged. Now that he had aged to such an extent, he could not do it, could not speak, nor could he listen.

He only had two eyes left. He could still see things clearly. He could clearly see the corpse beside him, a corpse that was exactly the same as his own in the past.

The body had never rotted, and remained intact for more than twenty years.

It was unknown how long it had been since the corpse could move.

Previously, it was him who carried the corpse on his back. From that day onwards, the corpse would stand up from under the bed and carry him on its back.

The current him could not speak, could not listen, could not listen. He could only lie on the bed and allow this corpse to play with him.

He was like a corpse, more like a corpse than the one in front of him.

As for that corpse, it had already become him. Jing Mo who had become Jingjia Village …

Today, instead of taking him for a stroll in the village as usual, the corpse walked him to the Yellow River.

He leaned on the back of the corpse and looked around. Everything was so familiar. This place was the same as it was twenty years ago.

He clearly remembered that twenty-five years ago, it was at this exact place that he had seen Ten Thousand Carp carry a coffin and pick up Jing Mo.

No, he's not Jing Mo. I am. He's just a corpse! He was startled by the thought in his head. He discovered with horror that he almost thought of the corpse as himself.

Hua … Hua … The river beat against the mud, and the body carried him forward.

He didn't know what the corpse was going to do, but he couldn't say anything. He couldn't refuse. He could only watch as the corpse carried him closer and closer to the Yellow River.

The Yellow River did not change even after a hundred years.

The body was parked near the Yellow River.

Jing Mo secretly thought: Could it be that he wants me to drown in the Yellow River?

For some reason, he actually felt a sense of relief from the bottom of his heart. All these years, he had lived like a corpse. He had had enough.

The corpse was still motionless, but his heart was beating rapidly. He looked at the surging tide in front of him and felt a suffocating sensation in his throat.

He was very curious as to why he felt this way. He had followed his grandfather into the river to fish since a young age, and as an old fisherman who had lived on the river for half his life, when had he ever been flooded?

The suffocating feeling became more and more intense, so much so that he almost fainted.

At that moment, the corpse's head turned around. The head in front of him turned 360 degrees, and with a movement that could not be done by an ordinary person, it turned over completely.

The corpse opened its eyes and met his gaze. A horrifying smile appeared on its lips.

Jing Mo was so frightened that he almost died, his eyes turning white. He had imagined countless times that this incorruptible corpse would one day suddenly move, or even come to life.

However, he did not expect that the day this corpse truly moved into action would be so terrifying, even though he had already lived with it for twenty-five years.

The corpse carried Jing Mo in front of him, and only then did Jing Mo see that the feet of the corpse were actually continuously stepping on the soil beneath his feet.

One, two, three …

The ground in front of the corpse loosened and a black coffin slowly rose up from the ground.

This black coffin that was once brought out from the Yellow River by the Ten Thousand Carp, this sarcophagus that had mysteriously disappeared before, had now appeared under the summons of the corpse.

The early morning sunlight shone on the black coffin, reflecting a dazzling light.

The corpse raised his knees and collided with the black coffin. In a moment, the coffin lid flew out, and there was nothing inside.

The corpse's eyes were empty as he stared at Jing Mo.

Jing Mo looked at the corpse in extreme fear. He had already guessed what the corpse was going to do.

After the corpse slowly placed Jing Mo back into the black coffin, Jing Mo only felt that the boundless sky in front of him had gradually shrunk, until only this small rectangle remained.

The moment Jing Mo entered the coffin, the hollow in the corpse's eyes became clear.

The corpse had pupils and expression, becoming exactly the same as the middle-aged Jing Mo.

The tide beat against the bank.

Jing Mo died...

Jing Mo finally came to life …

In less than half a day, the corpse of the Jing Laohan in the coffin was found by the Jingjia Village villagers who came to fish.

I heard that Jing Laohan died miserably, his entire body was stiff and his eyes were cloudy like a fish that had been dead for a long time.

The Jing Laohan did not have any friends in the village. Fortunately, he had a son, a good son that was deeply liked by the elders of Jingjia Village.

Almost all the villagers came to the side of the Yellow River to take a last look at the Jing Laohan.

The villagers were all around Jing Laohan, sighing deeply. They were deeply moved by the fickleness of the world and comforted Jing Mo who was standing beside the coffin.

Jing Mo's face was heavy, he did not have the intention to be overly sad.

Of course, the villagers understood Jing Mo.

They felt that Jing Mo had grown up and suffered a lot by the side of the poor Jing Laohan. Everyone began to tell one another about the regret they had not been able to snatch Jing Mo from the Jing Laohan's side all those years ago.

No matter what, Jing Laohan had finally left.

He left without a sound.

The villagers brought the coffin back and covered it on top of the black coffin.

Uncle Fei, who was already over seventy years old, trembled as he leaned on his walking stick to the side and came up with an idea. Jing Laohan has relied on the river to survive for his entire life and has raised such a good child like Jing Mo. Let's just push the coffin into the Yellow River and bury it. I want the spirit of the Jing Laohan in heaven, and I want to be with the Yellow River forever.

When the villagers heard Uncle Fei's suggestion, they all said that Uncle Fei had thought it through thoroughly.

Jing Mo had no objections, and with the help of the villagers, the black coffin sank into the Yellow River, sinking to the bottom of the river.

No one asked where the black coffin came from, and no one tried to find out how the Jing Laohan died.

The bitter days of the Jing Laohan had finally come to an end.

Only Jing Mo remained in the Jingjia Village …

CHAPTER 403 - IN THE CLOUDS

Annotation of the Meridian of the Sea

In an airtight room, there was nothing but a round table in the middle of the room. There were three people seated around the round table.

One of his face was Tang Shisan.

One of them was Shen Xiao.

One of the one-eyed old men was Chen Ping.

Tang Shisan and Shen Xiao looked at Chen Ping intently. One of Chen Ping's eyes was opened like a glass ball, the other was closed, the veins on his forehead were popping out, he was clenching his teeth, as though he was holding on to something.

After a while, Chen Ping made a palm gesture with his right hand and let out a long breath: Done.

Tang Shisan and Shen Xiao looked at each other and asked, Another reincarnation of the Fog Realm?

Shen Xiao nodded, and looked at Chen Ping and asked: Uncle Chen, is it still okay?

Chen Ping wiped away the sweat on his forehead and said: I can do it, but I can't really continue like this. I can hold on, but how many cycles of reincarnation can the fog hold on for? How many times have I had to endure this? Why hasn't there been any change at all?"

Tang Shisan raised his head and looked over. It turned out that the top of their heads was actually covered by clouds and mist.

In the center of the ceiling, there was a huge eye hidden in the clouds.

Shen Xiao looked at Chen Ping for a while and then at the eye on the ceiling.

That eye was sometimes as narrow and long as a snake or as thin as a scorpion, and sometimes as bright as glazed glass. Every time Chen Ping blinked, the big eye on the ceiling would also blink with him.

Upon closer inspection, there was actually a scene in front of them.

It was a coffin, a piece of black coffin lacquer that had sunk into the water.

The huge eye hung from the ceiling like a small TV that was constantly broadcasting a TV show.

The main character of the TV series was naturally the Jing Mo of the black coffin.

The scene in front of his eyes darkened. Tang Shisan rubbed his eyes and said impatiently: This time, we will probably start at the banks of the Yellow River.

Shen Xiao also nodded his head, but his expression was calm, he had already seen the same scene many times, but he did not feel the slightest bit annoyed.

With a blink of an eye, the magnificent scene of another ten thousand carp carrying a coffin appeared.

Tang Shisan asked: What exactly does this scene mean?

Shen Xiao gave Tang Shisan a meaningful glance, and said: You know better than all of us what this black coffin is.

Tang Shisan looked embarrassed, Shen Xiao actually knows that I have come into contact with black coffin before, the spies of the Sea Sect really know how to get involved. However, I also can't figure out what this black coffin is, so they probably don't know either.

He secretly made a plan, They might think that I know them, which is why they're following me so closely. If that's the case, it looks like I can make use of them.

There was still some time until the scene in the mist realm reactivated. Chen Ping wanted to circulate his mist to focus his attention, so he did not say a word.

Shen Xiao raised his head, and stared blankly at the eyeballs in the mist.

The secret in Tang Shisan's heart that was just told to him by Shen Xiao was a little uneasy. He opened his mouth to break the silent atmosphere, In the end, your Sea Sect has infiltrated several sects of the Classic of Mountains and Rivers.

Shen Xiao looked at Tang Shisan and said: Take a guess.

Tang Shisan thought for a moment, then said: Let's not talk about the Wonder Gate. From the looks of the Limitless Sect, the Wonder Gate definitely has spies.

The appearance of the Mount Sect at the Wonder Gate for no rhyme or reason must have been secretly planned by you, right?

Shen Xiao nodded with a smile, Continue.

You all actually managed to get hold of Lee Dangkong's background. Lee Dangkong's matter was tightly locked in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and not even the slightest hint of news could be heard. Thinking about it this way, your Illusory Dao Sect has also been infiltrated by you guys.

Scripture Pavilion, you won't be able to infiltrate the sects that have disappeared for so many years. No matter how capable you are, you can't add sand to a drop of water, right?

Shen Xiao replied, You're more or less right. After all, our Sea Sect is not like your sect. We have millions of Daoist scriptures and we can only prepare for a rainy day."

Tang Shisan laughed strangely: The one who is easy to dodge in the open is us, the one who is hard to guard against in the dark is you guys.

Shen Xiao argued: Pig slaughtering knife, scalpel, meat slicing knife, watermelon knife, these are all blades, if you want to kill someone, just take one. No matter what kind of blade it is, it's fine to be able to kill.

Tang Shisan quickly explained with a wave of his hand: "I am not looking down on the schemes and tricks of your Sea Sect, I am just not willing to fight with you people who are scheming, and am not satisfied at all. When I was at the Miao Frontier, no matter who it was, they would have been able to fight me head on. At most, they would just be unable to defeat me, but for people like Lee Dangkong and the Bladestorm Hero, they would be able to fight you on one side and even plot against you on the other.

Shen Xiao looked at Tang Shisan and said: You are also very annoying, scolding our Sea Sect around the corner.

Tang Shisan was speechless, after a while, he suddenly asked: Jing Mo came from the river to the Jingjia Village, this image has repeated countless of times, what do you mean in the end?

Shen Xiao lightly replied, Jing Mo is an outsider, an outsider who has a huge relationship with the secrets of Jingjia Village. Without Jing Mo, there would be no Jingjia Village, there would be no Old Man Jing, and there would be no Jingjia Village at all.

Tang Shisan pursed his lips and did not say another word, but his heart was already in turmoil.

He had secretly investigated countless times over and over again the Jingjia Village, interviewing all the villagers, and then combining them with what Lee Yan had said, Lee Dangkong's speculations combined all the information in the surroundings, and finally came to a conclusion that looked like the truth.

Although Jing Mo was picked up by Old Man Jing in the Yellow River, he was absolutely not unintentionally picked up by Old Man Jing.

It's Old Man Jing's mission to retrieve Jing Mo from the river. As long as Jing Mo enters the Jingjia Village, Old Man Jing will definitely die. Even if he wasn't killed by Fourth Aunt Li, he will definitely die.

He has completed his mission. He must die!

Tang Shisan heard the hidden meaning in Shen Xiao's words, and was extremely shocked in his heart, How can he be able to see so much information just based on Jing Mo's ridiculous imagination?

Shen Xiao looked at Tang Shisan, and said: All human thoughts have meaning. One would never create a consciousness that one had never seen before out of thin air. Since Jing Mo was able to create such a scene in the misty world, then it must be related to some of the things that he had experienced before.

The reason why the Fog World can look straight into one's heart is because the more complicated and confusing the scene in the fog, the clearer the reality becomes after the fog is stripped away.

Tang Shisan didn't know what Shen Xiao was saying in the clouds but he knew he couldn't say anymore to Shen Xiao.

The more he spoke, the more he would expose himself.

He casually answered with a hmm and looked at the eyeball.

He was shocked.

In his eyes, there was no longer the Yellow River bank that he had seen many times before.

Instead, it was a deep and dark courtyard, where countless black coffin were neatly placed.

CHAPTER 404 - COFFIN SEA COLLECTION

Annotation 1: 22

Isn't this the Jing Family's Mansion!? Tang Shisan thought.

The moonlight was as cold as frost, pouring down onto the small courtyard.

Jing Mo looked at the rows and rows of black coffin s, his heart at a loss.

The moonlight shone on the black coffin, yet there was not a shred of light that was completely absorbed by the black coffin.

There should be someone here. Jing Mo muttered as he looked at the coffin underneath the waning moon.

Did he think there was a man or a ghost crouching on the coffin?

The coffin lay in a neat semicircle around him, and he stood on the center of it.

black coffin was like subjects worshipping one after another. He was like a king submitting to the four seas.

The sound of the ethereal flute could be heard without end in the air, adding to the coldness of the courtyard. It was unknown who played the flute.

He didn't care where the flute came from or who it came from. These flutes could not reach his ears.

He just wanted to know who's body was in those coffins.

Looking around, Jing Mo slowly walked to the coffin closest to him. After pondering for a moment, he extended his hand to open the coffin.

As if obeying his will, the lid of the coffin easily bounced off.

A spirit tablet was placed right in the middle of the coffin, it was Jing Cheng.

Looks like this coffin belongs to Jing Cheng. Jing Mo thought.

He moved to the next coffin. The lid of the coffin was still open.

Jing Mo opened a coffin in five steps, and got a person with the surname Jing.

It was only when he was in the coffin at the back that he saw a man he had heard of before. He was Jing Hu, the father of Old Master Jing, and his great-grandfather.

Could it be that these people are from my Jing Family's ancestors? In his heart, he already understood a few things.

A few coffins were opened, Jing Yuanyang, Jing Yuanhsing, Jing Soong, Jing Soong.

Jing Mo's heart went cold, From the coffin to Jing Soong is no more, could it be that from the Jing Family to Jing Soong, he is already dead? But why not my coffin?

You were picked up. Jing Mo's mind suddenly flashed with these words, as though they were deliberately reminding him of this.

Jing Mo thought: That's true. Grandfather picked me up from the Yellow River, why would Jing Family prepare my coffin?

Jing Mo's heart was in distress. When he turned around, he was frightened by the scene in front of him until his face turned pale and he stood there in a daze.

The place where he had originally stood was actually a coffin embedded in the ground. The edge of the coffin was exposed outside the soil. Inside the coffin was a white stone tablet that was placed smoothly into the soil.

On the monument, there were only two words, two pitch-black words, Jing Mo.

The white stone tablet was like the wooden spirit tablets within the coffins. It turned out that he was not without a coffin.

The coffin that belonged to him had always been there, never touched.

The melody of the flute changed rapidly, from soothing and refreshing to high and rapid. In that instant, the moon and stars in the sky above the courtyard disappeared with the flute music.

The moon was dark and the winds were strong. Darkness was just around the corner.

The wind started to blow fiercely in the yard, and all the coffins started to shake with the wind.

Clank, clank … Clank, clank …

The courtyard was pitch black, Jing Mo could not see anything. All he could hear was the sound of the coffin moving violently in the wind.

Jing Mo bitterly endured until the gale gradually stopped.

The wind stopped, the clouds scattered, and the moon rose.

Jing Mo opened his eyes which were shut from the wind, and saw a sky full of old books.

Moonlight shone down on the ancient book fragments in the sky, revealing countless tiny bits of paper.

The characters were clearly not modern words. They were twisted and distorted, and it was unknown which generation of characters they came from.

For some reason, these fragments of the ancient book could float in the air, swaying from side to side accompanied by the sound of the flute, as if they were strangely twisting and turning.

Jing Mo looked at the ancient books that filled the sky above the courtyard as he sank into deep thought …

These won't all be... The Mountain and Sea Realm scroll, right?" Tang Shisan looked at the strange scene in his eyes, he was stunned.

He recognized all the words on the scripture, they were exactly the same as the ones on the fragment of the Mountain Sea that Wang Yuanchu had taught him when he was still learning the mysterious technique.

Shen Xiao was astonished, It's actually a fragment of the Mountain and Sea Realm! Jingjia Village, Scripture Pavilion, Meridian Village … So that's how it is, Jing Family's ancestor was the member of the Scripture Pavilion. The Mountain Sea Sect's remnant that had been collected by the Scripture Pavilion for thousands of years was actually hidden in the Jingjia Village!

Each of the five sects and five sects of Classic of Mountains and Rivers had their own strengths. At that time, it was normal that they could win against the other party.

Since the start of the Tang Dynasty, because of the birth of such an outstanding disciple, Xuan Zang, his Scripture Pavilion was unparalleled, and no other sect within the Classic of Mountains and Rivers could surpass him. Because of this, buddhism was prevalent in the world, and buddhist arts dominated the world.

Until the time of the north, south, and north Song dynasties, where for some reason, the Scripture Pavilion had mysteriously declined. All of the Scripture Pavilion disciples disappeared and hid themselves amongst the Classic of Mountains and Rivers, leaving behind a legend that he could not figure out whether or not it was real.

Rumor has it that the Scripture Pavilion took advantage of his strong years to unrestrainedly search for the fragments of the Mountain and Sea Realm among the Classic of Mountains and Rivers, accumulating millions of resources. And it was also because of this, that Scripture Pavilion angered the heavens, and he was punished to be removed from the ranks of Classic of Mountains and Rivers.

Once the Scripture Pavilion disappeared, the remnants of the Classic of Mountains and Rivers also disappeared.

All these years, every clan and clan had been searching for the Reincarnation Tripod. At the same time, they had also sent their disciples to search for the treasure left behind in the Scripture Pavilion.

All the sects and clans had searched for countless years but still couldn't find any treasure left in the Scripture Pavilion. They all thought that the legend was fake, perhaps the decline of the Scripture Pavilion was due to the lack of strength in their bodies.

But who would have thought that these artifacts would be hidden in the s, a small village that rarely passed through.

The huge eye on the ceiling closed again. Chen Ping asked, Is the Fog World still open?

Shen Xiao thought for a while, then said respectfully: I will not be opening it for now, thank you Uncle Chen.

After hearing this, Uncle Chen lightly waved his right hand. His expression relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

Shen Xiao looked at Tang Shisan, and the two of them looked at each other uncertainly for a while, then Shen Xiao spoke: It looks like you know what those incomplete scrolls are as well.

Tang Shisan nodded his head and laughed: Is it time for the results to be decided?

Shen Xiao said: After spending so much effort to excavate these things, of course we have to get a share. I believe that Brother Tang would not abandon us and go to Jingjia Village alone.

Tang Shisan knew that Shen Xiao was pointing out the matter of him reneging on his promise in Southern Frontier and jointly probing the Nine Illusions Pavilion with Lee Dangkong, and said: No, it's fine if we divide it clearly now.

But when he thought about how these Mountain Sea Realm scrolls were hidden in the courtyard of Jing Family's Mansion, he felt some regret in his heart. Back then, he and Qiao Wu had investigated the area with their Jing Family's Mansion, but there was only a door in between them, and both he and Qiao Wu were able to see the Mountain Sea Ancient Scrolls, which were all among the black coffin s. He had been to the Jingjia Village countless of times, but only never that place.

Just because of this carelessness, he fell for the Classic of Mountains and Rivers scroll that was to be split halfway with the Sea Sect.

Furthermore, since there were so many ancient scrolls of the Mountain Sea Realm hidden in the courtyard, if Jing Family was truly related to Reincarnation Tripod, then the clue would definitely lie in the last floor of the courtyard.

At this time, Tang Shisan could only bear with it and look at Shen Xiao: Speak, how do you think we should split the loot?

CHAPTER 405 - SIEGE OF HEROES

Sub Meridians One to Thirty-Three

The bitter winter had come, and the struggle for the gold of the Song had become white-hot.

Jinguo Iron rode the horse and defied the Daming Mansion, and confronted the teacher of the King of Ceremonies of the Soong Country on the important ground in Beijing. The people of the northern part of the Soong Country were in danger.

In the Northern Gold Country, it was a completely different story.

The battle of army of Kim Country was the greatest glory for the girls of the Golden Kingdom. They firmly believed that the new Wolf Master King of the Northern Territories would lead their female disciples step by step towards prosperity, towards the apex of the Central Plains.

There was a festive atmosphere everywhere on the land of the Golden Kingdom.

Jin Shang Jing, the snow.

The snow-capped city was covered with a layer of white fox fur.

When the people of Kim Country on the street saw this scene, their faces filled with joy. They like the white, especially like the white fluffy fox fur coat, draped on, both soft and good-looking.

The tavern on the side of the street was packed with people. The people of Kim Country liked to get together and listen to those who were kind enough to tell them about the war between the Golden Kingdom and the Weak Song Empire. Every time he heard that General Zong Wang had broken through another city on the west side and General Zong Han had broken through again on the east side, the tavern would always be filled with the sounds of wine toasts.

As the wine cups clashed, it released a jingling sound. Word by word, it was the great Golden King Wolf Master.

Not only the customers here, every people of Kim Country respected and respected the new Wolf Master.

He is the younger brother of the Wolf Master Ao Gu. How could he be weak? This was what every people of Kim Country thought.

While singing about the greatness of the Wolf Master, they would think about the wine offered by the Golden Palace that was not far away.

There, stood their king, the great and talented financial backer, Wan Yansheng. At least that's what they think.

A few more clanging sounds could be heard as the wine cups clattered. The group of people's jubilation masked the painful expression on the other person's face.

The one who was happy was of course the people of Kim Country, and the one who was sad was naturally the people of Soong Country.

Shang Jing not only had people of Kim Country, but also people of Soong Country. It's just that here, people of Soong Country lives in such a subservient and cautious manner that it's worse than pigs and dogs.

The people of Soong Country servants were all servants and maids here, and the merchants who muddled around would have to watch the expression of the people of Kim Country Lord from time to time, not daring to anger any of the people of Kim Country s.

The people of Kim Country s were arrogantly ordering others around, pointing at the people of Soong Country s that were passing by the wine houses and cursing them nonstop. Some of them even ran out to trample on the people of Soong Country s a few times.

people of Soong Country could only either smile apologetically or cry, calling for mercy.

Every time they arrived at this point, it would cause the people of Kim Country on the street to laugh out loud.

However, no one knew that in the midst of all the laughter and chatter in people of Kim Country, a group of unfamiliar people of Soong Country had secretly flowed into the capital through the aid of a benefactor.

The moon crept up into the sky, and the streets of King's City were no longer as lively as they had been during the day.

It was too cold outside, who would come out?

There really was someone. On the street, a person was walking with quick steps, his figure floating in the air. It was obvious that he was an expert in Qing Gong.

The man moved quietly, looking back from time to time as if to see if anyone was following him.

The figure leaped over the wall and entered the yard of an ordinary family.

The courtyard was empty. His figure quickly pushed open the door and entered the room inside the courtyard. With a flip of his hand, he closed the door.

The room was dark, and as soon as the figures entered the room, seven or eight figures flashed out from a side room.

The person who entered the room said softly, It's me. Why are you guys so excited?

When everyone heard the figure speak, they heaved a sigh of relief. The leader of the group said in a low voice, You Heaven Punisher Gecko, you didn't use a secret signal. You just came straight in. You gave us a big shock. As he spoke, the person pushed open the door of the door and peeked outside.

No one knew his real name, Bashuchi Hero. Because he loved to spread his influence in the mountains, under the eyes of many, he robbed officials and merchants of their wares. Yet, he was captured once again.

The tortoise cried out, It's fortunate that you have the big jade bug. From the looks of it, it doesn't look like a big bug, but more like a small lizard than me.

Big Jade Worm examined the outside of the cave as he said in a low voice, We are not in our own territory, but in the capital. If we are caught, we will die.

The Beetle didn't seem to care and said, Wouldn't it be a dead beast if we were caught by the soldiers in our territory? Isn't it the same? Furthermore, with my eyesight and strength, if someone follows me, I will also know.

Big Jade Worm said, Death is different from death. We men died in the hands of Song Bing. It was a pity, but it was the right place to die. What's wrong with dying in the hands of people of Kim Country!

Big Jade Worm's words were serious, and the Beetle Punisher knew that it had been careless. It hastened to say, Big Brother Xue's lesson has been correct.

After the big jade worm inspected him carefully and confirmed that there was no one around, he said, Bright Fire.

With that, a figure moved to the table, took out a paper roll, and lit the candle on the table.

The dim yellow light from the candles dispersed some of the darkness in the room. The small room was already filled with people.

The faces of these people were ancient and full of violence; they were obviously not kind people. Some people held long sabers and short swords, while others held odd weapons like the Judge's Brush Damascus Steel Tick. Some even had empty hands and put on airs. It was clear that they were all martial artists.

Big Jade Worm's surname was Xue, and his name was Hao. Formerly a monk, he broke the law of grass, relying on a set of martial arts he learned when he was a child and unexpectedly managed to get a position of respect from everyone on the grassy path of the Three Mountains and Five Mountains.

Xue Hao looked at the Winged Tiger Punisher and said, When we go out today, do you find out where Wang Wu is staying?

The Besieging Tiger nodded his head and said, Today, I roam all over Shang Jing, and I have not let everyone down. I have finally found out where Wang Wu is.

Everyone looked anxious as they asked, Where?

Seeing the anxious looks on everyone's faces, the Heaven Punisher decided not to keep them in suspense. So he's hiding in the Fa Xing Temple at the north of the capital, it said happily.

No wonder we couldn't find him. He's hiding in the temple of the bald donkey.

They had already been searching for Wang Wu for a few days. They had all been secretly searching in the residences of the various inns, not even going to the Faxing Temple to look for him.

What was a wandering person doing in a temple when he had nothing better to do?

If one believed in Buddha, he would not be able to kill.

If the blade could not be stained with blood, then why would he barge into the martial arts world?

Although everyone was baffled, they still believed the words of the Gecko. After all, the Heaven Punisher Tiger's reputation was widespread. Finding a person shouldn't be a mistake.

They were all the heroes of the martial world.

For the past few months, the swordsman Wang Wu had fought from the south to the north by himself, killing countless famous people from the three mountains and five mountains with just the help of his sword.

Wang Wu was like a sharp arrow, piercing a hole through the faces of the people from the martial arts world.

If Wang Wu did not die, this ugly hole would always be there.

They couldn't accept a single person bullying them to such an extent.

Therefore, the Three Mountains and Five Mountains gathered famous experts such as Xue Hao and the Sentinel Tiger, and followed the footsteps of the swordsman Wang Wu. They came all the way to the capital of the Golden Kingdom in order to eliminate Wang Wu, the person who had ruthlessly humiliated the Three Mountains and Five Mountains and Five Mountains.

Once Wang Wu died, the three mountains and five mountains would once again be at peace, and their reputation would take advantage of this matter to rise.

Everyone's face became gloomy as they planned how they would kill Wang Wu and escape from Shang Jing tomorrow.

CHAPTER 406 - FIVE CUBES OF YOUNG CATTLE

Sub Meridians One to Thirty-Four

The thick morning mist filled the entire capital.

In the cold winter months, the morning in Shang Jing was much colder than the Song of the Southern Kingdom. Thus, the streets were deserted and devoid of pedestrians.

The sound of the Faxing Temple's bell rang out far and wide, resounding all over the inner city and outside the inner city. However, it did not wake the people who were huddled up in their warm quilts.

There were actually a few figures outside of the Faxing Temple.

Although these people were scattered, anyone with a discerning eye would be able to guess with a few glances that they were definitely together.

These people were standing in a dark encirclement formation. As long as one place was under the enemy's attack, they could quickly support them from any direction.

Although they seemed to be strolling, but from time to time, their eyes would drift towards the inside of the Faxing Temple.

These people guarding outside of the Faxing Temple were naturally Xue Hao and the Heaven Punisher Gecko's group. Xue Hao stayed to the left and the Tiger's Punisher sat to the right. The two of them were surrounding a middle-aged man dressed as a Daoist.

The middle-aged man had a five-kerchief, a wide square face, and a long beard. He looked extremely dignified and handsome.

It was obvious that this middle-aged Daoist Priest was the backbone of these heroes from the Three Mountains and Five Mountains and Five Mountains.

In the martial world, there were very few practitioners who could win the five kerchiefs. Every time they appeared, they would definitely be well-known figures.

This long-bearded Taoist was Daoist Wufang, who was very famous among the Five Mountains and Five Mountains.

They all knew that all of them were good swords and good swords, but this Daoist nun, Wu Fang, had abandoned her sword to use a knife, and she still used the Pig Slaughtering Knife. She was famous for her ability to beat up cattle with one hand. The Taoist loves to eat beef, especially newborn calves, so he got the title of