Chapter 120 Subpoena

Chapter 120 Subpoena

Chapter 120 Subpoena
Wu Hao's eyes widened. He looked at him, then at the three people behind him: "Are you crazy? Are you really swordsmen? The swordsmen that Senior Brother Lou is talking about are not like you!"

Li Wuxiang laughed: "Other swordsmen are not like that, but I am an exception. The people who taught me the sword said that I had evil intentions."

"You just have evil intentions! No!" Wu Hao shouted, "This is not my business. How can I go back to the garrison if you destroy my cultivation? What will happen if Senior Brother Lou finds out that something is wrong? Do you have such little courage? Can't you just ask someone to go back with me? If I take you to see Senior Brother Lou, won't everything be clear?"

Li Wuxiang turned around and looked at the three people behind him. Pan Muyun nodded: "At least he is not a dead spy. Let's do this, I will go with him to see Senior Brother Lou, you wait here."

Zeng Jianqiu was about to speak, but Pan Muyun said solemnly, "I am the Sword Master. Listen to me at this time. There is nothing else to say. Old Zeng, especially you, if I were caught, since you are a descendant of a wealthy family in Coffin City, you would have more ways than me."

Zeng Jianqiu shook his head: "If you are caught, you will die, and your end will not be good. But it's different for me. Lao Pan, since you know that you are holding a sword, then -"

The two men started arguing, but Li Wuxiang ignored them and squatted down to look at Wu Hao: "What does the cell where Senior Brother Lou is imprisoned look like? How is he imprisoned? How do you get in?"

Wu Hao frowned and looked at him: "Why don't you ask Senior Brother Zeng? You don't believe me, why are you asking me?"

Li Wuxiang smiled at him and said, "Hey, I told you not to be angry, it's all for the sake of the clan. I will definitely ask Senior Brother Zeng, but I'll ask you first so I know if there's any discrepancy between what you said to him, right?"

Wu Hao sighed, "I'm really fed up with you. You guys are really...really...dirty. Why is it so hard to trust others? Well, listen, Senior Brother Lou is locked up in the mountain master's house. The mountain master is not bad to him. He has a big house, all the daily necessities, books to read, and he can go out and walk around in the yard."

"His cultivation has been destroyed, twice in a row. He will not be able to cultivate in this lifetime, so there are not many people watching him, only two. But this is the one in the open. There are more people lying in ambush in secret, all of them are from the garrison. I know where they are, and they are just waiting for you to save him—"

"Only you soldiers? Where are the practitioners of the True Form Sect?"

"Master Wu is in the mansion, and he is already refining his spirit. Senior Brother Lou's cell is actually the guest house of the mansion. Why do we need other practitioners? Those in the mansion are because Senior Brother Lou is from the Sword Sect and has sneaked into the city. This matter is also related to the garrison, so we have to send people there."

"If I go, how can I talk to him?"

"I'll tell you where the ambushes are. Send the two guarding the door away. Whether you can talk to him depends on your ability. You have so many ideas, do you want me to think about this?"

Li Wuxiang nodded: "So, on the surface, the supervision of him is very lax. Can we send him something?"

"Yes. Who is Senior Brother Lou? When he was in Coffin City more than 30 years ago, everyone knew him. There was no telling how many people had been taught by him. Over the years, most people didn't know that he had apostatized. They just thought he had violated the precepts. If you want to send him something, there are a lot of elixirs, magic materials, clothing and food utensils."

"Okay." Li Wuxiang stood up and walked to Zeng Jianqiu, telling him a few more questions. Zeng Jianqiu answered while arguing with Pan Muyun. Li Wuxiang thought carefully for a while and said, "I say, neither of you should go. I'll go."

The two were stunned for a moment. Li Wuxiang looked at Zeng Jianqiu and said, "You must know that among us, I am the best at hiding my whereabouts and being flexible. If something goes wrong, I have a way to make sure they can't catch me. Even if they do, I won't die."

Zeng Jianqiu frowned and thought for a while, then looked at his chest again: "We don't know all of the True Form Dao's abilities—"

"Mine too. I've made some progress these days." Li Wuxiang was embarrassed to say the other few words - these three swordsmen should feel that they have been careful enough, but he felt that their methods were still a bit rough and not calm, especially Zeng Jianqiu.

If he had the same identity and background, the current situation would never be so passive. He would at least spend half a month to plan carefully. Not to mention rescuing Lou He, even turning Coffin City upside down might not be impossible.

Zeng Jianqiu was silent for a moment and looked at Pan Muyun: "Let's stop arguing and let him go."

Pan Muyun was stunned for a moment, frowning slightly: "You don't trust me, but you trust him?"

"If the flying sword kills someone, I'll trust you. But in this matter, he's right, we're not as good as him. Old Pan, don't ask too much, just trust me and him."

Pan Muyun thought about it again and nodded: "Okay."

Quarter of an hour later, Li Wuxiang and Wu Hao were walking on the road leading to Coffin City.

Wu Hao was still angry and kept silent with a stern face. Li Wuxiang walked for a while and looked at him: "You said before that we are savages outside the sect. Does this mean that the people in Coffin City have good morals?"

Wu Hao glanced at him and said, "At least my fellow disciples won't force me to take medicine."

"Hey, think positively. At least we didn't destroy your cultivation. As for the medicine you took, it is said that if there is no antidote within three days, you will die of the poison. But have you ever thought that you might have taken a sugar pill? We are so mean, maybe we are playing a trick on you?"

Wu Hao stopped talking.

Li Wuxiang walked with him in silence for a while, paying attention to the road under his feet.

The road was very wide, with drainage ditches dug on both sides. The road surface was obviously hardened, with a layer of gravel on the surface, and a thick layer of crushed stone underneath, and there must be something below. He had never seen this level of road construction outside the parish, and it was very close to the level of the rural roads where he came from decades ago.

Combined with Wu Hao's talk about the "heart" of people outside the church, Li Wuxiang realized that the Coffin City must be more prosperous than he imagined. Outside the church, the swordsmen are already considered to be a group of people with the highest moral standards, but if Wu Hao is not a spy of the True Form Church, then only a very rich and superior environment can raise a person like him - naturally lacking survival crises and ubiquitous dangers, and he is stupid enough to joke when meeting with the swordsmen.

Thinking about it this way, all the stupid things Xu Daosheng did seemed reasonable.

This kind of stupidity is actually a kind of happiness for ordinary people. As a visitor from another world, he felt that the Coffin City was extremely cruel when it came to treating ordinary people. But considering the situation outside the parish, there should be many people there who would envy the life here.

A thought came to his mind - the question of life and death of Taiyi Dao. The thirty-six sects outside the diocese seemed to be a loose group of sand, only concerned with the cultivation within their own sects, and did not have the lofty goal of saving Donghuang Taiyi like Taiyi Dao. But now that he knew the situation in Guancheng, Li Wuxiang realized that Taiyi Dao's situation was actually very delicate, and the future did not seem optimistic.

To resolve Donghuang Taiyi is to revive the destiny of humanity, and to revive the destiny of humanity is to return to the situation of the Ye Dynasty three thousand years ago, when people all over the world lived and worked in peace and contentment.

Then, if one day the six sects' territories become large enough and their magical powers become strong enough, like the True Form Sect, they can open up a paradise for ordinary people in some desert or Gobi desert and treat them more tolerantly - then where will the morality of the Taiyi Dao sect exist? I'm afraid it will slowly disappear.

Another quarter of an hour later, the two entered the Coffin City. Like Deyang outside the parish, the Coffin City had no city walls. It was already afternoon, and the Coffin Mountain behind the city cast a huge shadow, almost covering the entire city.

The roads in the city were better than those outside the city, and were mostly paved with stone. The houses on both sides of the street were also all built of stone, supplemented by wood, and painted on the exterior walls. When Li Wuxiang saw these buildings and the people on the street, he felt a subtle tearing feeling in his heart.

Because the houses on the street are very beautiful. The houses in Deyang are also beautiful, but he knows that it is because he is observing from the perspective of a visitor from another world, and feels that everything he sees is very novel and ancient. But if a local who has lived here for a long time sees it, he will feel that everything is as it should be, or even a little shabby.

The beauty of the houses in the coffin city is purely aesthetic. The houses are carefully designed and built with great skill. Most of the painted exterior walls are white, with some earth yellow, light green, gray and black mixed in, making the colors more colorful.

Another difference is that these houses are not very close to each other. Almost all of them have a small terrace in front of the door or on the second floor, on which are placed wooden round stools or rattan chairs. This reminded him of a word - "villa".

Only those who are well-off and have the leisure time would build a terrace, which at least means that there is no shortage of living space within the house.

As for the people on the street, just as he had imagined, they all looked healthy, nearly half a head taller than those outside the parish, and very few were ugly.

When walking on the streets of Deyang, the hawking sounds on both sides of the road make the streets lively. The streets of Coffin City are also noisy, but the noise comes from the pedestrians on the road - they all have smiles on their faces, they are relaxed and peaceful, and they chat with each other. This scene almost reminds him of the world he is in.

Wu Hao walked up to here with his head down. Seeing Li Wuxiang looking around, he seemed to be in a better mood, so he sneered: "Brother Lou said that the reason why the Sword Sect doesn't often ask ordinary disciples to go to the diocese is because they are afraid that they will see the appearance of the diocese and their Tao hearts will be unstable. Li Wuxiang, how do you feel now?"

"The road is not paved flat enough, it's easy to trip. There's a lot of debris on the roadside, it's not clean. Isn't there a road sweeper in the coffin city? For example, someone who specializes in sweeping away the debris on the road?"

Wu Hao frowned: "Is there one outside?"

"Anyway, there are some places that have it."

Wu Hao thought about it and seemed too lazy to refute: "If you say it is true, then it is true. Don't worry. I will know whether what you said is true or not in a few days. You should follow me closely to avoid someone investigating you. Then think carefully about how to talk to Senior Brother Lou."

The two of them walked through three more streets, during which time Wu Hao greeted a few town soldiers and went straight down to the foot of the Coffin Mountain.

The Mountain Lord's Mansion where Wu Shan Lord lived was far away from the downtown, hidden in a forest surrounded by streams, covering a very large area, and surrounded by towering stone walls. From a distance, a three-story fortress stood at the highest point, overlooking the entire coffin city below.

Li Wuxiang thought that he would have to go through strict inspection to enter the City Lord's Mansion, but there was no one guarding the gate and it was wide open. When Wu Hao walked into the gate, he saw lush forests, bamboos, lakes and flowing water, like a huge garden.

There were quite a few people walking around, some of them were garrison soldiers who looked like Wu Hao, some were servants, and some were wearing khaki Taoist robes. They were either meditating with their eyes closed in beautiful places, or sitting or chatting in groups of three or four, with snacks and fruits in front of them. They didn't seem surprised when they saw him and Wu Hao from afar.

Li Wuxiang thought about it for a moment and realized that this place should not be called the City Lord's Mansion.

Wu Hao said before that there would be many disciples sent to the Coffin City to wander around. It seems that those wearing khaki robes are them. This place should be considered a school, and Wu Shanzhu should be equivalent to the principal - Shanzhu, Shanzhang, these two titles are indeed very similar.

The two of them walked through the mansion, gradually going deeper. After turning around a small hill covered with ancient trees, they saw a courtyard with high white walls. This should be at the foot of the Coffin Mountain. The building where the mountain master lived on the left was hidden by the trees, and only a corner of the eaves could be seen. The back half of the courtyard was embedded in the stone wall of the mountain, with only three walls.

This is the place where Wu Hao said Lou He was imprisoned.

However, there were quite a lot of people in front of the courtyard - more than a dozen True Form Sect monks, some standing, some lying on the ground, gathered on the grass by the roadside in front of the courtyard, talking loudly. They also brought servants with them, holding paper and pens in their hands, some standing beside these practitioners, and some waiting at the gate of the courtyard.

When Li Wuxiang got closer, he saw a servant in blue clothes pushing the door open from the yard, solemnly holding a piece of paper in his hand and handing it back to one of the monks.

So everyone else immediately came over to take a look. After a moment of silence, some nodded slightly, some frowned in thought, and some clapped their hands and cheered: "Lou Xingzou's solution is still very clever! So this is the key! I actually got it wrong before!"

They... seemed to be discussing their experiences in spiritual practice with Lou He in the yard through writing!
Li Wuxiang let out a sigh of relief. When he saw Xu Daosheng's treatment of the wandering cultivators in Ranshan, he had a very bad impression of the Six Sects of Xuan Sect. But now that he had seen these cultivators, he realized that this kind of atmosphere in the Xuan Sect was also rare in his previous life. It was really hard to describe.

Wu Hao stopped at the edge of a clump of trees, took a step to the side and approached Li Wuxiang, pointing his finger without hesitation, as if introducing the monks to him: "There are seven people from the garrison nearby--"

He explained their positions one by one: "You asked me if I could send clothes, food and utensils. Yes, I can. But like these people, everything you send in must be checked by the people inside. If you want to use paper to send messages like them, I'm afraid it won't work. As long as it is not related to spiritual practice, everything will be confiscated."

Li Wuxiang nodded: "Is there any blind spot where you can't see what I'm doing?"

Wu Hao pointed to the forest on the right: "It's all there, just go in. What are you going to do? Master Wu is in the tower, as soon as you make a move——"

"Count to thirty and then you will go back into the woods. You will see a fur coat on the ground. Bring it back to Lou He and then find a way to get it back and put it back where you left it."

(End of this chapter)