Chapter Eighty-Four

  "My poor old man is really miserable... Wuuu..." Qing Weizi, the old Taoist priest, wiped his eyes with his hand, pretending to wipe away non-existent tears, while secretly observing Lin Ruolan's expression.

  Here is the translation:

  Oh no, here we go again! Lin Ruolan rolled her eyes and flipped a white eye to the sky with some boredom.

  In the past, Qing Wei Zi Lao Dao Shi seemed relatively normal; I don't know what happened in recent years, but this unscrupulous master of mine has become increasingly unreliable.

  How come she didn't discover it before? The master of her own family turned out to be an old rascal! Lin Ruolan deeply felt from Qingweizi Lao Daoshi's body, what is called "old and young"?

  Lin Ruolan dared to bet that Qing Weizi, the old Taoist priest, had thoroughly interpreted the two words "old" and "small".

  "Alright! Master, you always use this trick, is it interesting?" Lin Ruolan didn't dig her ears this time, she directly rubbed her own ears with her hands.

  "Honestly! What are you up to this time, Master?" Lin Ruolan glared at Qingweizi with a hint of annoyance and said, "While I still have some patience left, hurry up and tell the truth; hmm... don't think about deceiving me, Master!"

  Heh heh...... Qing Wei Zi Lao Daoshi wasn't annoyed by Lin Ruolan's words, but silently muttered to himself: "This little girl is really getting more and more unbearable as she grows up; doesn't understand the slightest bit of respect for her master or the Tao."

  At that time, Qing Wei Zi Lao Dao Shi told the story in detail. In fact, it was a simple matter; although Yun Juan Shan claimed to be isolated from the world, it didn't really achieve true isolation. Every year, many disciples of Yun Juan Shan would go out into the world to practice, under the guise of "experiencing the flavors of the mortal world".

  However, because Yunju Mountain has many disciples, each time they enter the world to cultivate, it is in batches of twenty people; every half year, a batch of disciples will enter the world, and at the same time, the previous batch of disciples who entered the world will return to Yunju Mountain.

  However, just three days ago, the disciples of Yunju Mountain who were supposed to return according to regulations; unexpectedly, there were three people who did not return on time. The final investigation result was that the last place where the three Yunju Mountain disciples appeared was a small town called Nanguo Town. All the clues ended in Nanguo Town.

  Lin Ruo Lan was originally drinking tea, when she heard the three words "Nan Guo Town" come out of Qing Wei Zi's mouth; with a 'pfft' sound, all the tea sprayed onto Qing Wei Zi's Taoist robe.

  "Lan'er, this is indeed Master's favorite Flowing Cloud Robe..."

  Qing Weizi, the old Taoist priest, looked at his favorite cloud-flowing robe and saw that it was in a mess, with several tea leaves still stuck to the hem. He really couldn't figure out what he had said earlier that was so funny or surprising.

  Otherwise, why would a usually calm and composed young apprentice like him suddenly lose his composure?

  "Master, sorry about that; I accidentally got splashed with tea water just now, so I'll help you clean up." Lin Ruolan said to Qingweizi, the old Taoist priest, without much sincerity.

  A small purification spell, and the originally tattered and worn-out cloud robe on Lao Daoshi's body quickly became spotless; in the blink of an eye it was restored to its original state.

  Nanguo Town?

  Lin Ruo Lan was just shocked by Qing Wei Zi's words.

  What does Nanguo Town represent? I believe that anyone who has seen A Chinese Ghost Story knows that Nanguo Town already exists; Nie Xiaoqian and Lanruo Temple are not far away.

  To be honest, Lin Ruolan had long known that the world she was in was a mixed world of "Dream of Red Mansions" and "The Legend of Qin"; perhaps because she was Lin Ruhai's younger sister, even if she knew there was a true master; even though she had seen Jin Guang and Yan Hongye before.

  Lin Ruo Lan still often unconsciously forgets about the "Ethereal Beauty" section, her brain selectively treating it as a simple Red Mansion world.

  Until this moment, when Lin Ruolan heard the three words "Nan Guo Town" from Qing Wei Zi's old Taoist mouth; Lin Ruolan finally lost her composure.

  What the...?

  Is this kid finally going to open up the "Ethereal Beauty" section? For some reason, Lin Ruolan's heart had a kind of eager excitement.

  Nie Xiaoqian, Ning Caichen, Lanruo Temple, Heishan Old Monster, Seventh Night Saint Lord, Golden Light, Sima San Niang... I'm here!

  "Good boy!"

  Qing Wei Zi's old Daoist master let out a silent sigh, seemingly from the moment his precious apprentice returned from the secret realm; he couldn't fathom what was going on in his clever disciple's mind.

  Moreover, Qing Wei Zi Lao Dao Shi discovered an interesting phenomenon, his clever disciple seemed to like sitting and staring blankly; look... here we go again.

  "Hmm... speak up! What exactly do you want?" Although Lin Ruolan was very interested in Nan Guo Zhen, she wasn't willing to let her family's master get the better of her so easily.

  Since his master dared to put the blame on him, he must have a big psychological preparation for bleeding; Lin Ruolan was very clear that Qingweizi's old Taoist priest had many treasures.

  However, with Lin Ruolan's current cultivation level, those medicinal pills and the like are naturally not suitable for her; however, she can take them back to give to her parents and elder brother Lin Ruhai to use. Those low-grade spiritual pills used to improve their physical constitution aren't bad either.

  "As a master, I hope that my disciple can go down the mountain to Nan Guo Town and investigate the real reason for the disappearance of those few fellow disciples; see if they are alive or dead?" Qing Wei Zi old Daoist said his ultimate goal.

  "Master!"

  Lin Ruo Lan blinked and asked with a puzzled expression: "If I, your disciple, am not mistaken, doesn't our Yun Juan Mountain have a Soul Symbol? It seems that all the disciples under Yun Juan Mountain have one. This Soul Symbol can investigate a person's life and death fortune; Master, why don't you use the Soul Symbol to investigate the life and death of those few disciples?"

  Shen Hun Fu, but every single disciple who bows at the gate of Yunhe Mountain; when they first enter the sect, will use their own blood to let the elder of Yunhe Mountain draw a Shen Hun Fu.

  The Shén Hún Fú is a very peculiar talisman, unlike ordinary talismans. The most obvious difference lies in the fact that this Shén Hún Fú is divided into two types: mother and child symbols; the mother symbol is always enshrined in the scripture pavilion, while the child symbol is carried by the disciples themselves; once someone has an accident outside Yun Tian Mountain, the Shén Hún Fú can track down their whereabouts.

  As long as your divine soul is not destroyed, even if something happens; this divine soul symbol will not be destroyed either, unless you are truly a divine soul-destroying person; this divine soul symbol will naturally disappear into nothingness.

  So Lin Ruolan felt puzzled, logically speaking, with the existence of the Shén Hún Fú; there was no reason why Qing Wei Zi Lao Daoshi and others couldn't find anyone!

  Moreover, she just made out Qingweizi's tone of voice, and it was clear that the three missing disciples of Yunhe Mountain had not yet dispersed into nothingness; their divine soul symbols should still be intact, otherwise Qingweizi would not have only spoken to himself; those three people were simply missing.

  "Alas..." Qing Weizi, the old Daoist master, let out a long sigh: "My clever disciple, you are unaware; I once personally activated the mother talisman of the Soul Symbol, but unfortunately it was all in vain. If your master's estimation is not wrong, those three fellow disciples of yours did not simply go missing; they should have all met with an accident."

  "What's wrong?"

  Lin Ruo Lan was even more puzzled: "Master, didn't you say that our Yunhe Mountain has always been the most powerful? How could someone dare to pull out a tiger's tooth, this courage seems too big?"

  Although that's what was said, Lin Ruolan threw a disdainful glance at Qing Wei Zi Lao Daoist: "Hmph... I knew you old man weren't reliable, this time the bubble has burst! I'd like to see how you'll get out of this one!"

  "So this time it's up to you, poor disciple." The old Daoist Qing Wei Zi said with a faint smile.

  As expected, the old ginger is still spicy. Qing Wei Zi Lao Dao Shi unexpectedly circled around in a big circle and then lightly kicked this hot potato back into Lin Ruo Lan's hands, making Lin Ruo Lan so angry that she almost cursed.

  "Hmph... that old stinker is indeed more cunning than a fox, Lin Ruolan thought to herself, her face flushed with anger; her pursed lips could hang a jar of soy sauce."

  However, Lin Ruolan did not go easy on Qing Wei Zi just because he was her master; since this advantage had been handed to her on a silver platter, she wasn't about to let it slip away.

  At this time, Lin Ruolan didn't hesitate to open her mouth and haggle with Qingweizi Lao Daoshi. After a round of bargaining, she thoroughly searched for various spiritual elixirs that Qingweizi Lao Daoshi had refined over the years, causing his heart to ache and his mouth to twitch.

  "Hey, Disciple! With your current cultivation level, the medicinal pellets I refined may seem decent to ordinary people, but they appear to be of little use in your hands. Do you really need to take so many?"

  Qing Wei Zi, the old Daoist, watched as bottle after bottle disappeared into Lin Ruolan's palm, his face filled with reluctance; Alas... this disciple of mine really doesn't know how to take advantage of a situation.

  Lin Ruo Lan bluntly curled her lip: "Master, although I don't need these medicinal pellets myself; however, my parents and brother do need them a lot. I won't mind if Master gives another hundred or eighty bottles."

  "Cough cough"...... Still want to give another 180 bottles? After listening to Lin Ruolan's words, Qing Weizi old Daoist almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

  "Alright, Master, if you have no other instructions; I'll be off down the mountain then!"

  Lin Ruolan tidied up the spoils she had extorted from Qing Weizi, the old Daoist, and smiled at him with a wave of her hand: "Master, don't miss your disciple too much, after I've finished my business, I'll come back to see you."

  With a flash of movement, Lin Ruolan's figure had vanished in the blink of an eye.

  "Finally sent this girl away." Qing Weizi old Taoist stretched out his hand to wipe the non-existent sweat on his forehead, and let out a gentle sigh.

  Just thinking of his greatly diminished collection, Qingweizi couldn't help but not laugh; wu wu... my poor old self's treasured possessions of a lifetime! Qingweizi felt that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys all hurt.

  "I hope this time the young monk can return safely without any mishaps!" Qing Weizi, the old Taoist priest, gazed into the depths of the cloud sea and suddenly sighed, saying.

  But thinking of Lin Ruolan's current true strength, he felt that he had worried too much; hmm... this old man is just fond of wild thoughts; he'd better continue drinking his tea, and take good care of his body.