Chapter 587: Coming on the Clouds, Let Them Also Mourn

"The leader is here?" Liu Kunsheng looked at Huang Liuye: "Have you told the leader about this?"

"It was the leader who contacted me. He must have noticed the movement at the entrance of the hall." Huang Liuye said.

"When will God arrive? We might as well go there to greet him, right?" Huang Jiuye said.

In the north, there is a hierarchy of generations. The younger is called Xiao and the older is called Ye. Whether a waiter or a passer-by, the honorific title given to guests is this Ye.

Although Zhang Zhiwei is only a fraction of Huang Jiuye's age, he is the first to practice a certain path, and he is the master of the same teaching, so he should be called Ye.

This is just like Huang Tianjiu is called Huang Jiuye, Huang Tianliu is called Huang Liuye, Liu Kunsheng is called Uncle Liu, and Hu Tianbiao is called Master Biao.

Regarding this title, Huang Liuye and Liu Kunsheng didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but Hu Tianbiao was quite critical.

It glanced at Huang Tianjiu, curled his lips, and thought to himself, "We all have the word Tian in our generation, so why not call him Tianye?" It should be called Tong Ye.

It also does not deny calling Zhang Zhiwei "Master".

However, Huang Tianjiu suggested that everyone go and greet him. He was an older person and was a little embarrassed.

"No... no need to greet him, the leader has already... arrived!" Huang Liuye said.

"Are there? Just a little slower than us?"

Huang Tianjiu was immediately shocked. It was a Huangxian whose magical power was speed. When it ran from Changbai Mountain, the opponent ran from Longhu Mountain? So powerful?

As soon as I thought about this, I heard a thunder in the clear sky, and a cold wind blew in, blowing the smoke and dust away.

Everyone in the valley looked up and saw a cloud of clouds suddenly appearing in the cloudless night sky.

The clouds were moving very fast. When they were first seen, they were still on the horizon. In the blink of an eye, they were already close.

The immortals exclaimed that after so many years of practice, they didn't understand anything, and they already had some guesses in their hearts.

Sure enough, the clouds were boiling, and inside there was a Taoist robe fluttering and fluttering.

The surrounding clouds gathered together, merged into the Taoist robe, outlined a human form, and then turned into flesh and blood.

Zhang Zhiwei fell from the sky and landed in the center of the valley.

All the immortals looked at this scene in stunned silence. They have lived in the mountains since ancient times and have rarely been involved in the world. How have they ever seen such a scene?

As its name suggests, Hu Tianbiao is very brave, but the moment it saw Zhang Zhiwei, it quietly lowered its high head. This was purely a subconscious action, and it didn't even notice it.

Bearing the blue sky and clearing the clouds, is this the leader of Tiantong, or is it the coming of an immortal? No wonder they can get here so quickly, the immortals thought to themselves.

The Qi Transformation itself of the third level of rebirth is indeed a good way to travel, but it is quite expensive.

Even if Zhang Zhiwei wants to rely on this to fly to the Northeast, it will be very difficult. Lan Gu's method is better.

Lan Gu followed the water veins and sent Zhang Zhiwei to the Hun River. She also asked Zhang Zhiwei if he wanted her help, but Zhang Zhiwei declined. There was really no need for others to intervene in this kind of thing.

However, Zhang Yi was a little worried and wanted to come with Zhang Zhiwei, but was pulled away by Lan Gu.

However, the two did not return to Longhu Mountain, but went to Tiesha Mountain to visit fellow Taoists.

Tiecha Mountain is the ancestral court of Northeastern Taoism, a lineage of Quanzhen Longmen, and the founder of Chuma Xian is the protector of Tiecha Mountain.

It is precisely because of this relationship that the Chuma Immortals were not destroyed as monsters who cut down mountains and ruined temples.

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"Too late!" Zhang Zhiwei said to himself. This was not addressed to Huang Liuye and the others, but to the white immortals in the valley.

"Master, you are here."

Huang Lu Liuye was stunned for a moment, then walked up to Zhang Zhiwei and shouted with grief and anger.

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand and looked around. The valley was in a mess. The fire had been extinguished, but it still exuded high temperature and stench. There were charred corpses everywhere.

He stood like a stone statue, staring at everything quietly until he remembered everything firmly. He came to a burnt corpse.

Baixian is a hedgehog. Even if he has Qi, he is not big. Except for the very senior Baisantai from Changbai Mountain, the average Baixian is only about the size of a puppy.

Their spikes were burned off, and their bodies curled up into a ball, tightly packed together, like a larger basketball.

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand to touch the charred flesh, and bits of light blue light overflowed. This was the remaining spirituality on the corpse, existing in the seven energy fields.

It would take an average person about seven days to clear up the spill.

As for foreigners, it depends on their strength.

Like Zhang Huaiyi in the plot, many years after his death, Quan Xing Luliang had his body dismembered to read the remaining memories in his spirit.

These white immortals are all elves with Qi, and they have not been dead for a long time. Their bodies are naturally full of spiritual energy, and their memories are easily read by Zhang Zhiwei, and they are even relatively complete.

Most of the memories of the White Immortals are dull and boring. Apart from offering incense sticks to the leader of Tiantong in the morning and evening, they usually either practice or go to see a doctor.

Occasionally in my free time, I would chat with my companions around me, telling some gossips I heard during the treatment, and then I would look forward to the time when the leader would distribute the incense wages.

The money for this period of incense was coming soon, but unfortunately, they could not receive it. A group of Japanese pirates wearing black kimonos, wearing wooden clogs, and holding long knives rushed in. They killed every living thing they saw indiscriminately.

Not only that, there are onmyojis who are good at controlling ghosts and gods, priests who are good at summoning gods, witches who are good at archery, and even sharpshooters.

Even though the White Immortals had a labyrinth of caves in the valley, not a single one could escape under the siege of these people.

After reading the memory, Zhang Zhiwei dispersed the spirit in his hand and said solemnly: "I already know what's going on."

"Master, they died so tragically, could you please use your mysterious power to turn them into sad kings?" Huang Liuye said with tears in his eyes.

The King of Sorrow is one of the four beams and eight pillars, which refers to the collective name of ghosts and immortals. Broken down, the male ghost immortal is called Qingfeng and the female ghost immortal is called Yanhun.

Generally, the former disciples of Chuma turned into ghosts after death and continued to practice at the entrance of the hall. At that time, their status also changed from disciples to the immortals of Chuma, so they were called ghost immortals.

This is also the reason why some of the Dingxiang disciples are called Lao Xianggen. After your father died and became a ghost and immortal, he took you into the hall to become a disciple. Aren't you Lao Xianggen?

In the plot, Duanmuying's husband Wang Zizhong should be regarded as the sad king.

One of Longhushan's special skills is to drive away gods and ghosts. Huang Liuye looked at Zhang Zhiwei eagerly.

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head and said: "If you want to transform into the King of Sorrow, your soul must be relatively intact. Most of them were killed by a magic knife, and their souls have been eaten. The remaining ones had their souls taken away by some Onmyoji. The conditions for becoming a sad king are not met.”

Mr. Huang fell silent immediately.

"Bury them!" Zhang Zhiwei ordered.

"Got the order!"

All the immortal families responded one after another, even Huang Jiuye, who was also the Archbishop, was no exception.

A group of immortals got busy, drilling into holes in the valley, and from time to time they would pull out the body of a white immortal...

Until daybreak, large and small grave mounds were erected in the burned-out and messy valley.

In front of each tomb is a small stone tablet with writing on it.

At first glance, most of them have little names like Bai Xiaopao, Bai Xiaopao, and Bai Xiaotiao.

The Immortal family is always proud of their reputation, and likes to choose big names, such as Hu Tianbiao, Huang Tianjiu, Huang Tianliu, etc. But Bai Xian is timid and only dares to choose small names, but he suffered this misfortune.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at these small tombstones with no expression on his face, like the calm before the storm.

When Mr. Huang looked at the densely packed small tombstones, the emotions he had been suppressing surged into his heart.

"The teacher...the master...all blames me. I should also live in the valley. I should not be greedy for worldly pleasures...I..."

He said with red eyes and extremely choked with sobs, these white immortals were his subordinates who worked for him and got along with them day and night. It would be a lie to say that they were not sad.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at him and said softly: "Master Huang, life and death are determined by fate, please be patient."

Mr. Huang didn't listen. Like Mrs. Xianglin, she muttered to herself: "It's my fault, it's all my fault..."

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes narrowed, and he slapped Mr. Huang Liu on the back of the head so hard that he flew far away and made a big hole in the stone wall of the valley.

Until then, Huang Liuye's suppressed emotions suddenly burst out, and he roared with a ferocious expression.

"Lao Liu, please forgive me!" Liu Kunsheng said from the side.

Huang Liuye cursed to himself and ignored him.

"It's useless to say such things, let others express their condolences!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

The cursing stopped suddenly, and Mr. Huang looked straight at Zhang Zhiwei:

"What does the leader plan to do?"

"Blood debts must be repaid with blood, so that the group of Japanese pirates who took action must pay back their debts with interest," Zhang Zhiwei said.

"God has said it well, blood for blood, tooth for tooth. Our two families are like brothers, and if one of us is in trouble, I will not stand by and watch, I will also come to help!"

Huang Jiuye, a small man, ran up to Zhang Zhiwei and said in an almost flattering manner.

The reason why it is so eager is not that it lacks the pride of being the leader of the church, but that Huang Liuye's current state really makes him envious!

Although Huang Liuye is his biological brother in the litter, he can't keep up with him in terms of cultivation. Just because he worshiped a good boss, he got a human body.

And it, despite its diligent cultivation, is still just like a dwarf suffering from hirsutism.

There is no harm without comparison. It also wanted to be like Sixth Brother, so when Zhang Zhiwei left the Northeast, it made such a big farewell ceremony.

This time, as soon as he heard that something happened in Tiantong Hall, his real body rushed over without stopping. He was more concerned about what happened in his own hall. Wasn't it just to gain favor with the leader of Tiantong?

"Thank you Lord Jiu for your generous help. I will definitely remember this kindness in my heart!" Zhang Zhiwei said, clasping his hands.

Huang Jiuye was overjoyed. This was what he wanted. He didn't make any demands for now. He accumulated favors first and waited until a certain level.

"That... little Heavenly Master, I will also come to help. My name is Hu Tianbiao, the strong and brave Biao!"

Hu Tianbiao folded his hands and said. He hesitated for a while, but still did not lower his face and called "God".

"Thank you, Master Biao. Even I have heard about what you have done recently in Longhu Mountain, so I would like to thank you!" Zhang Zhiwei said, clasping his hands.

"It's just a few little devils, what's the point of eating something inferior to a beast?" Hu Tianbiao laughed.

At this time, Mr. Huang completely calmed down and said:

"Leader, I will arrange for people to find the whereabouts of those little devils. There are many of them and they will definitely not be able to escape!"

"The people in our hall will also cooperate!" Huang Jiuye and Hu Tianbiao said.

"What do I need to find?"

Zhang Zhiwei grinned, revealing a somewhat creepy smile, "Aren't those little devils here? Can't we just go to their door?"

"This..."

The immortals were immediately shocked. Wouldn't it be a bit too risky to go to their door directly?

Even a rebellious person like Hu Tianbiao had never done such a thing. Only Liu Kunsheng had done it, and he was beaten half to death and almost couldn't return to Changbai Mountain.

After a failure, Liu Kunsheng said in a deep voice:

"Master, be careful of fraud. The other party dared to attack Baixian Valley, which means they are ready to be retaliated. If we go to their door directly, will we fall into the trap?"

"Master, I know you are eager for revenge, and so am I, but this kind of thing can't be rushed, otherwise it will only lose more people. If so, I think even the white immortals will be uneasy if they know it."

The calmed-down Huang Liuye said hurriedly, worried that Zhang Zhiwei was overwhelmed by hatred.

Although there are many snakes, rats, insects and ants in their immortal family, there are not many who can be used. They can use some tricky means to play guerrilla warfare, but they can't fight with real swords and guns. The flesh can't withstand the rain of bullets.

Liu Kunsheng was lucky to have the sea as a cover. If it was on the shore, with its size, ten of it would not be able to withstand the bombardment.

"Do you think I want to kill directly to the nest of the Japanese pirates and fight them to the death?" Zhang Zhiwei said.

"What do you mean, leader?" Several immortals were puzzled.

Zhang Zhiwei said in a deep voice: "Now the enemy is in the dark, and we are also in the dark, the situation is not very obvious."

"As far as I know, among the people who took action, there are assassination organizations similar to the Tang Sect. It is not easy to find these people. Instead of doing this, it is better to let them reveal their tracks."

"But it is not advisable to attack their lair directly. It is said that one learns from failure. Their lair has been taken down once last time. It is undoubtedly unwise to go again this time."

"So, the best choice is to rob their railway. The railway is the lifeblood of these little devils. Once the railway is robbed, they will not be able to steal things from us to their hometown.

"When the dog jumps over the wall, it will definitely come into the mountains to encircle and suppress us. In this way, we can turn the passive into the active."

After this, the immortals were excited:

"The mountains are our territory. Even if the ninja is skilled in assassination, once he enters the mountains, he will only be exposed under our noses and die!"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded: "That's right! "

In fact, there is one thing he didn't say. The Tang Sect was also assassinating the Japanese pirates, but they were both in secret, so it might be difficult to carry out. So he came to confuse the water.

"Then, leader, which railway should we attack first?" Liu Kunsheng asked hurriedly.

"No hurry, I'll give them a big gift first!" Zhang Zhiwei took out a peach wood sword from his wallet.

Although this move exposed his own suspicion, after Yuan Jingui's mess, he estimated that he had actually been exposed.