"Want to enter the back mountain?" In the quiet room, listening to Fang Jia's words, Chen Ming suddenly frowned.

"It was not used in previous years." Fang Jia shook his head: "In previous years, only a few true disciples needed to enter. Even if the other disciples wanted to enter, they were not allowed."

"But this time this year, the leader asked all Yueshan disciples to enter the mountain. I don't know why."

Having said this, she shook her head: "But even if the master doesn't let me in, I will go in together and watch Uncle Lu's coffin being buried in person."

"Yeah..." Chen Ming was silent for a while, then nodded.

After staying there for a while, seeing that Fang Jia's spirit was relatively stable and his mood was much better than before, Chen Ming got up and left, heading towards his residence.

"Um?"

Not long after, he walked to his room and was stunned for a moment.

He just left the room early in the morning, and the decoration of the room at this moment did not change much from when he left, but there seemed to be a few more things in it.

A yellowed envelope was placed quietly on the wooden table in the room. It was pressed by a cup and was just sitting there quietly.

Looking at the yellowed envelope, Chen Ming hesitated for a moment, then reached out, took the envelope, and took out the letter directly.

The letter was written on white paper, and the handwriting on it was elegant, but the content was not much, only a few lines.

Picking up the letter, Chen Ming silently put it in front of his eyes and read it.

"Three days later, Yueshan Festival, go to the back mountain..."

Looking at this line of handwriting, Chen Ming frowned: "She also arrived at Yueshan?"

On the letter, a faint fragrance floated, and there was an aura that Chen Ming was very familiar with. Chen Ming instantly thought of a woman in a black dress.

At this moment, the Yueshan Festival is about to begin, and many outsiders are coming to Yueshan. If they deliberately hide their whereabouts among the crowd, it may be difficult to find them.

Looking at the letter quietly, Chen Ming frowned for a long time, until finally he sighed and silently put down the letter in his hand.

"It seems I have to go to this festival."

Putting down the letter in his hand, he thought calmly.

As a disciple of Yueshan, the Yueshan sect requires all disciples to go to the back mountain. But the mysterious woman also forced him to go to the back mountain.

Excluding these two factors, the burial of Lu Qi's body was also a major reason why he had to attend the festival.

Thinking of this, Chen Ming silently shook his head, then silently stood up and continued walking out.

Time passed slowly bit by bit.

Soon, in three days.

"Is this the back mountain?"

Following Fang Jia and his party, Chen Ming walked along the winding mountain road to a spacious flat land. Looking at the surrounding scene, Chen Ming was a little surprised.

The sight before him really surprised him.

In front of us, patches of barren vegetation grew wantonly, completely covering the road ahead.

Within sight, several tall towers stood there quietly. They looked very old, with heavy traces of time on them, and they looked like they had been there for some time.

"The area behind the mountain is actually very large, and this is just the outer area."

From the side, Yamami's voice sounded quietly.

Carrying a lot of things on his body, Yamami walked beside Chen Ming. He looked at Chen Ming in front of him and said with a smile: "When we get here, most of our tasks are completed. Someone will come by then to take Master Lu

Bring the bodies of my uncle and others up."

"Everyone be silent!" At this time, a dull voice came from the front.

Under the gaze of Chen Ming and others, at the end of the field of vision ahead, a majestic and majestic middle-aged man wearing black clothes walked from a distance. He was standing at the front of the team, looking at the many people below.

The disciple said with a cold face: "The time has come. Some disciples will stay to offer sacrifices to the spirits, while the rest will continue to follow me into the mountain."

He didn't seem to be in much of a mood to stay. After saying this, he turned around and left, leaving only two black-robed disciples beside him to make arrangements.

"That is Elder Zhang Li. He is famous for his boxing skills. Together with Master Lu, he is known as the two masters of Yueshan. He usually has the most violent temper."

Standing next to Chen Ming and seeing the middle-aged man gradually moving away, Yamami lowered his head and explained to Chen Ming in a low voice.

"I understand." Chen Ming nodded, expressing his understanding.

According to the prior assignment, he and Yamami were assigned to the group that continued to go up the mountain, while Fang Jia stayed at the foot of the mountain to continue to keep vigil for the deceased disciples.

Time passed bit by bit until dusk, which was approaching evening, when Chen Ming and others slowly stopped and took shelter in a fairly spacious courtyard.

Along the way, the elder Zhang Li never showed up again. Only the two black-robed disciples he left behind quietly led the way and led them to this courtyard.

"Why is there such a yard on the hillside of the back mountain?"

Walking to his own room, he silently put down his luggage and looked at his own room. Chen Ming couldn't help but have this idea in his mind.

The room in front of you looks very spacious. There are very few furnitures in it. Only a mahogany carved bed is very conspicuous and attracts people's attention at a glance.

In the room, the bed looked old, and the wood on it had obvious signs of age, making it look like it had been there for a long time.

However, even though it looks old, this bed is still clean, and the quilt on it is new, and there doesn't seem to be any dirt on it, so even people with mysophobia can't find anything wrong with it.

Looking at the bed quietly, I seemed to suddenly notice a small detail.

On the wall next to the bed, there is a faint trace of black and red, which looks quite conspicuous in the overall white wall.

After noticing this trace, Chen Ming pondered for a while, then used his hands to gently move the entire bed away.

Suddenly, bits and pieces of black and red traces were revealed in front of our eyes, quietly displayed on the wall.

"Blood stains?"

Looking at this trace, Chen Ming frowned, and an inexplicable feeling suddenly rose in his heart, which made him instinctively feel that something was wrong, but he could not explain why.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Being enveloped by this feeling, Chen Ming felt a little annoyed. Finally, he stretched out his hand and touched the blood stains on the wall in front of him.

Bah!!

A feeling like an electric shock suddenly emerged, and a strong sense of pain came from Chen Ming's hand, making Chen Ming subconsciously want to withdraw his hand.

Resisting the urge to withdraw his hand, Chen Ming looked at his arm.

The hand he extended was his left hand.

Because of the previous punch that killed Xie Mei, this hand was stained with Xie Mei's power, so much so that it was corroded by it, and the entire hand turned light black, and it has not completely recovered yet.

At this moment, as the arm collided with the blood stains on the wall, a force suddenly came from the wall in front of him, as if his arm was directly placed on a fire and was painful.

"What's this?"

Holding back the pain in his arm, Chen Ming looked at the wall, but suddenly froze.

I don't know when, but at this moment, the black and red blood stains on the wall have changed. The black and red blood stains on it burned slowly, and finally slowly turned into dark gold. There was a golden warm power flickering on it, and it followed the flow. Ming's arms kept moving towards Chen Ming.

Guided by this golden power, a little inner energy flowed in Chen Ming's body along an inexplicable route, and then the Dali Buddhist Sutra moved quietly and silently, faintly communicating with the remaining power in the bloodstain in front of him.

In a vague way, Chen Ming seemed to catch a glimpse of a scene.

In a spacious room, a kind-faced old monk was wearing a tattered gray monk's robe, with blood stains all over his body, and he was standing there quietly.

He stood quietly in the corner of the room, looking outside the room, with his hands clasped together and his eyes showing compassion: "Donor Zhong, it's still too late to turn back now."

A faint roar came from the front, and then a silver-white long knife slashed, and everything ended.

The old monk bled on the spot, his body was cut in half, and the golden Buddha's blood spilled out and dripped onto the wall of the room.

.....................

A faint feeling of trance came from his heart. The next moment, Chen Ming subconsciously raised his hand, and then he was stunned.

On his arm, the evil charm that was always entangled in his hand has completely disappeared. A faint golden Buddha power enveloped his body, flowing with his inner energy, making him previously The cold feeling caused by evil spirits disappeared without a trace.

"Buddha's power, Buddha's blood...what happened in this place?"

Feeling the golden Buddha's power constantly flowing in his body, and looking at the golden Buddha's blood that had completely disappeared on the wall in front of him, Chen Ming frowned, feeling a little confused for a moment.

Roar!!

At this moment, a faint whistling sound suddenly came from down the mountain.

A cold feeling came over his whole body, and the bits of Buddhist power existing in his body suddenly boiled, causing Chen Ming to subconsciously look in a certain direction in the distance.

"It's at the foot of the mountain."
Chapter completed!