The name Jiuxian Bridge sounds very quaint, but in fact, it is just an ordinary place name in the southern suburbs of Yuanshan City, and it is said that there was a beautiful nine-hole stone bridge here in the Ming Dynasty, hence the name.

But now, it's just a small suburban bazaar.

About forty or fifty houses are scattered around the T-junction, and in the immediate opposite of the T-junction there is a somewhat dilapidated torii, a winding bluestone staircase leading to the hilltop of the road, and a small river that is almost dry down the mountain.

Sun Yang got out of the car at the entrance of the street and slowly walked towards the Nancheng Temple on the top of the mountain.

Even if he opened the Heavenly Eye, there was nothing unusual around him, and the aura beacon that Dai Baichuan gave him did not move at all.

The temple looks like it was renovated a few years ago, but the foundations and the like are old, giving people an indescribably strong sense of mismatch.

He chatted with the old Taoist priest in the Taoist temple for a few words, and found that the other party was purely relying on a few scriptures to cheat the blue road, so he also extinguished the idea of looking for clues from him, and simply walked to the back of the Taoist temple.

The scale of the Nancheng Temple should have been quite small, and the foundations of the previous houses and the collapsed stone pillars could be seen from time to time among the weeds and shrubs, but there was nothing of value.

He circled back and forth twice, and finally found a clean platform in the ruins, sat on it, and meditated.

"There are no anomalies." A monotonous sound came from the headphones.

Dai Baichuan arranged two groups of agents. Sun Yang knew that one of the groups of vendors who were pretending to be the common ones in the township who sold counterfeit goods by shooting and changing places were shouting and selling in the streets below. But he didn't see what the identity of the other group was. But they didn't pin all their hopes on this place, and only after discovering each other's traces would a lot of manpower and resources be invested.

What made Sun Yang more curious were the two people he had heard before.

Long Qingting, it sounds like a very imposing name, and Juehui is like a monk, are they both masters of the Special Case Administration?

He gently touched the talisman book that was close to him with his hand.

He'd tried to draw every spell in it, and had made a firm note of the flow of strokes he saw when he poured True Qi into it. But so far, he has only been able to draw two successful talismans and soul searching talismans, but Lu Xiaoling has never succeeded once.

Even though the True Qi in Sun Yang's body was about to catch up with Lu Xiaoling, there was still no way to explain why he was able to draw those two spells with a high success rate.

They were all puzzled by this, when in front of Lu Xiaoling, Sun Yang jokingly attributed this difference to his talent, but in fact, he sometimes couldn't help but guess that it might be because he had been taking it with him since he was a child, and he had formed some kind of indescribable entanglement with it.

He had studied the rune more than once in the dead of night, but as he had studied it for the first time, there was no way to discover if there was any secret hidden in it.

He habitually carried it, and it had almost become a habit, if he really wanted to hand it over in exchange for Li Wei's safety...... He didn't know what he would do then.

"I just transferred the complete information of the Soul Sect from Yanjing." In the headphones, Ma Bin's voice was talking. "In addition to serving ghosts, they will also serve insects, beasts, and even humans, so that they can burst out with powers that they can't normally play. However, the main practice of their sect is to serve ghosts, and because of this, they have evolved a very complex way of using it. The most common way to attack is to attack the ghosts you have sacrificed directly, or to have them ...... someone"

He babbled to Sun Yang about the information, but Sun Yang's mind was no longer here.

There seemed to be a steady stream of tiny, warm things coming from the periphery, entering his body, mixing with the slowly flowing Qi within him, and then infusing the sea of qi.

It's like tiny raindrops falling into a pond, each drop is insignificant, but it is they that gather into rivers, lakes and seas.

What's going on? The feeling that this swirl in the sea of qi was becoming solid and expanding at an extremely slow speed shocked Sun Yang.

He carefully observed the surrounding environment, this place should have been a place for Guanzhong Daoists to practice and meditate in the past, could it be that there was any other way in it?

Sun Yang remembered the statement that he had seen in the book, and he had never thought about it, but could it be that there were really some places in this world that allowed cultivators to achieve faster cultivation speeds?

He stood up, went to another place and sat down, and began to meditate, although it was not obvious, but on careful experience, he could indeed perceive the difference.

Sun Yang's heart pounded all of a sudden.

No wonder the monks used to settle down in the mountains, and that's why!

"Sun Yang! We found a clue and are now pursuing it. Ma Bin's voice said suddenly.

"What is it?" Sun Yang took out his mobile phone and asked as if he was on the phone.

"The immigration department found a passport information that was fraudulently used, it is a Chinese man from Malaya, and this identity is still staying in the hotel, and we have someone to check it."

"I see." Sun Yang said.

The sun has begun to set in the west, and it feels very comfortable to shine on your face through a canopy of bamboo not far away.

There was a burst of aroma of food from the Taoist temple in front, Sun Yang checked the surroundings again, and found no problems, so he took out bread and mineral water from his backpack and ate it.

Just as he was about to finish eating, he suddenly saw the old man swaying towards him.

"Dao Chief......" he stood up.

"You're early." Lao Dao said.

There was no expression on his face, and the focus of his eyes seemed to be somewhere behind Sun Yang, which was creepy.

Obviously, it was not his own consciousness that was directing his body at this time.

Sun Yang knocked heavily on the mobile phone in his bag, took a few steps back and took out the charm.

"Where is Li Wei?" He asked.

"She's safe." An extremely weird smile appeared on Lao Dao's face.

"What do you want me to do?" Sun Yang asked.

Lao Dao laughed weirdly again.

"What happened? Who is the other side? The voice in the headphones has been replaced by Dai Baichuan.

"If you want to talk to me, why borrow the body of an innocent?" Sun Yang said.

"Because I don't want to be shot with a sniper rifle, which is what those eagles and dogs are used to." Lao Dao tapped his head with his finger. "There is no way to convey too much information with paper people, and there is no way to carry my strength."

"Don't let him lead you by the nose...... Find a way to figure out where he is. Dai Baichuan said.

"I don't understand what you mean, you want me to come alone, and I did as you asked. But where is Li Wei? Sun Yang said. Are you fooling me? ”

"Hmph~" Lao Dao sneered. "You're still too tender, Sun Yang. Do you think you can hide what you're doing from me? Who are their people on the street below, and you want me to tell you one by one? ”

"Don't admit it!" Dai Baichuan said.

"I don't know what you mean." Sun Yang said. "What exactly do you want?"

Lao Dao stood there and looked at him for a long time, and then said, "Even if they came with you secretly." ”

His movements suddenly froze there, like a puppet that had been drained of his soul, and Sun Yang asked, "...... you?"

The old man on the other side didn't react to anything, and the person who occupied his body seemed to leave suddenly, and at this moment, he heard a woman's scream coming from the street down the mountain.

Sun Yang ran over there, but Lao Dao suddenly moved again: "Where are you going?" ”

"So what's going on down there?"

"I've helped you shoot those bugs that follow you to death." The corners of Lao Dao's mouth twisted into a smile, and his yellow-black teeth were exposed.

There was a dead silence in the headphones, as if someone was covering it with their hands.