Chapter 178 The right time, right place and right people

Chapter 178 The right time, right place and right people

Chapter 178 The right time, right place and right people
"what--"

The injured man saw that the man in front of him was brought in by Master Hong, and thought he was a reinforcement, so he didn't say a word when he suddenly flew over to him. When the man released the poisonous insect to bite him, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak. But seeing his blood being sucked away continuously, and the scary-looking poisonous insect's belly swelled so big, but it still refused to let go, he finally couldn't suppress his panic and screamed.

His shout attracted people from all around to gather around. Seeing that it was a few Taoists who were poisoning and drinking blood, they thought they were enemies who had sneaked in, and they flew into a rage, drawing their weapons on the spot.

"This is the guest brought by Master Hong!"

Fortunately, someone recognized the three Taoists and said something.

Hong Changbao now holds a very high status in the hearts of the remaining soldiers of Hongmuling. Upon hearing this, everyone hesitated and did not dare to take action.

But the injured were still howling. Cheng Xinzhan was about to explain when someone in the crowd spoke up again, with a voice full of surprise and joy.
"Are you Master Cheng?!"

Cheng Xinzhan looked in the direction of the voice and saw the man squeeze out from the crowd. He was a pale and thin old man. He came to Cheng Xinzhan and waved his hand. Cheng Xinzhan looked carefully and finally recognized him.

"Uncle Langshan!"

It turned out to be Langshanliu!

"Master Cheng is here?"

Some people came following the sound, and were delighted to see Cheng Xinzhan. In this uncertain and turbulent time, it was a joy to see an old friend.

"The fields in the east are full of wheat, and the mountains are high..."

Cheng Xinzhan called out the names of these people one by one. They were all old friends from Qilihefang! However, they all had sallow complexions, and some were even missing arms and legs, which made people feel sad.

He shook hands with these old friends one by one and asked,
"Lan Shuiyu, Wei Qingtian, Wu Amei, where are they?"

Lang Shanliu just shook his head repeatedly, "Gone, all gone..."

Seeing that the Taoist was familiar with the Miao people, the others asked who he was.

Langshanliu raised his head high when he heard this, "Everyone, this is Taoist Master Cheng Qieqing. When the Rotten Peach Evil was born, it was Taoist Master Cheng who went in to collect the bodies for our Miao people and fought against the Shushan bandits. In the end, Taoist Master Cheng was seriously injured by the evil spirit!"

Everyone was in an uproar. The birth of the true evil spirit was a big event, and everyone remembered it vividly. Even the righteous man who entered the evil spirit to save people was remembered by everyone.

"It turns out to be him!"

The injured man stared at Cheng Xinzhan blankly, even forgetting about the poisonous insect in his body.

At this time, Hong Changbao also rushed over. Seeing that everyone was surrounding the three Taoist priests, he thought that there was some conflict and shouted,
"What are you doing! Get back!"

Master Hong shouted loudly, and the onlookers quickly dispersed.

Hong Changbao saw the poisonous insect resting on the injured man's arm, his eyes fixed, and then he looked at Cheng Xinzhan.
"Master Cheng, what are you doing?"

Cheng Xinzhan waved his hand, and the mosquito flew away from the injured person reluctantly, hovering between Cheng Xinzhan and Hong Changbao. He said,

"Master Hong, your men are pale and thin, vomiting gastric fluid, have you never suspected anything?"

Hong Changbao frowned and said in his heart,

"Didn't Taoist Master Cheng ask this question before? He said that my Lost Lake didn't have enough supplements and couldn't last long. My disciple became like this because he didn't get enough supplements for a long time. Why did you ask it to my face?"

Cheng Xinzhan wanted to establish his prestige in front of the remaining soldiers of Hongmu Ridge, so he did not answer from his heart, but spoke directly.

"Master Hong, the reason why the disciples of Hongmu Ridge are so weak now is not because of lack of meat, but because they have been infected with an epidemic!"

As soon as Cheng Xinzhan said this, there was another uproar, followed by a panic shout.
"Epidemic! It's the epidemic!"

"It must be, it must be the epidemic. I was wondering why I couldn't even walk!"

"Not bad!"

"It's the Yinhe Ghost Master! His water is the most sinister!"

Many people responded.

Hong Changbao's face turned very bad. In fact, he had tested for poison and epidemic, but he couldn't find anything. He attributed it to insufficient food supplements. Now, hearing what Cheng Xinzhan said, he asked,

"Do you have any evidence, Taoist priest?"

Cheng Xinzhan flipped his hand, and the mosquito insect fell into his palm. He pointed at the belly of the mosquito insect and put his hand in front of Hong Changbao.
"Master Hong, please look."

Hong Changbao leaned his head forward. The mosquito's belly was slightly transparent, like glass, and he could see the blood swaying inside. At the same time, if he looked closely, he could also see small fluorescent dots in the blood through the mosquito's dark green belly.

"This is?"

Looking at those small dots, Hong Changbao's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhole.

"This is a mosquito poison. It feeds on plague insects. These small dots are plague insects."

Hong Changbao was already 80% convinced and looked at Cheng Xinzhan again. He had never seen such a mosquito Gu before. It must not be the Gu from Miaojiang, but must be the Gu from Southern Wilderness. The Gu in Southern Wilderness was not as numerous as the one in Miaojiang, but it was more vicious and weirder. How could this Taoist priest Sanqing have it?

Everyone was anxious and asked,
"Master Cheng, and Master, do you have any way to cure it?"

"Master Cheng, Master, please think of a solution quickly!"

Without anyone noticing, they put Cheng Xinzhan in front of Hong Changbao.

"Master Cheng!"

The injured man suddenly got up from nowhere and grabbed Cheng Xinzhan, "Master Cheng, let that mosquito bite me and suck away all my plague insects!"

Everyone seemed to have just woken up from their dream, and rolled up their sleeves to show their arms.

"Suck mine!"

"Suck mine!"

Cheng Xinzhan quickly stopped everyone.

"Everyone, you can't suck out all the plague bugs with mosquitoes. As long as there is a plague bug in your body, even if it's just one, it will be all over your body in a few hours."

"What should we do?"

"Master, please think of a solution!"

Hong Changbao raised his hand to stop the crowd from shouting. The noise was getting louder and louder, and more and more people gathered around. He looked at Cheng Xinzhan,
"Master Cheng must have a solution?"

Hong Changbao said this with certainty. If this Taoist priest revealed this mess in public, there would be nothing that could be done about it. He would be a complete idiot. Moreover, he himself was barefoot and not afraid of those wearing shoes. He was not a good guy at all.

As expected, Cheng Xinzhan nodded, "There is a way."

Everyone's faces suddenly showed joy, and Hong Changbao also breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, it is easy to spread an epidemic, but it is difficult to cure it. He was really afraid that Cheng Xinzhan was a tiger. "I would like to hear the details."

he asked quickly.

Cheng Xinzhan said, "By chance, I once got a recipe for a pill that can cure the epidemic. I'll make the pill. You can all dissolve it in water and drink it. It should be able to cure the epidemic."

"Master, do you know what kind of epidemic this is? Is there any medicine that can cure it?"

Hong Changbao was still a little worried. There were many kinds of epidemic diseases, and it was not easy to cure them. If the wrong prescription was used, it would backfire and worsen the condition.

"It can't be wrong, Master Hong, don't worry."

Cheng Xinzhan replied, telling Hong Changbao not to worry, this was the prescription from the God of Plague, it had cured all kinds of vicious epidemics, not to mention the current epidemic that weakened the spleen and stomach and was obviously only effective for people below the third realm.

"What precious materials does the Taoist priest need to open the furnace?"

Cheng Xinzhan still shook his head, "No need, I have everything here. The leader has many people under him, so some things should be used sparingly."

Back then, he had practiced the "Tianhuang Jiedu Pills" under Honglu Island and had some stored on him. He also took a lot of sulfur, the main ingredient, from the cave. It wouldn't be difficult to open a few more furnaces.

Cheng Xinzhan took out a pill that he had made on Honglu Island, cast a spell to absorb a ball of river water, dissolved the pill in the water, and separated out a stream. He asked,
"I want to test the concentration and medicinal properties of the elixir. Who wants to give it a try?"

Looking at the yellow elixir in Cheng Xinzhan's palm, everyone suddenly hesitated. Yes, Master Hong was right. Is this elixir effective?
"Master Cheng, let me give it a try."

Liu Shanlang stood in front and said.

Cheng Xinzhan nodded at him and sent a stream of elixir to him. Liu Shanlang opened his mouth and drank it without hesitation.

After Liu Shanlang swallowed the elixir, he felt a dryness all over his body, as if it was burning. In less than ten breaths, he felt relaxed all over, as if all the blood clots in his body had dispersed. He couldn't breathe hard, and the feeling as if something was blocking his chest also disappeared.

He smiled and looked at Cheng Xinzhan, "Master Cheng, I feel completely healed!"

Cheng Xinzhan once again controlled the mosquito to suck the plague insects, but this time, the mosquito could only suck the essence and blood, and there were no more mosquitoes in the blood. He nodded. The efficacy of "Tianhuang Jiedu Pills" was still strong. It could still cure diseases after being transformed into elixir water a hundred times. It seemed that only five times of opening the furnace would be enough to resolve the plague.

Seeing this, everyone opened their mouths to ask for the elixir.

Cheng Xinzhan gave away the elixir in his hand, and told them not to worry about the rest, as they would have all of it in less than half a month. The epidemic they were suffering from would not kill them in a short time.

Cheng Xinzhan asked Hong Changbao for a secluded place, and Hong Changbao gave him the most spiritual place on the island, which was the highest island in the Lost Lake. After sending him to the place, he bowed deeply to Cheng Xinzhan.
"Master Cheng, you have been so kind to me at Hongmu Ridge. Without you here, I don't know how to thank you."

Cheng Xinzhan helped him up, "It's just a piece of cake."

Hong Changbao left, and Shen Zhaoming and Huang Miaoluo stayed behind as guardians. They looked at Cheng Xinzhan in surprise. Shen Zhaoming said,

"Xinzhan, I never thought you had the skill to make pills. Then why didn't I see you making any moves at the Dragon and Tiger Dharma Assembly?"

Cheng Xinzhan smiled and said, "We are all newcomers, and our skills are not yet up to par."

Then, Cheng Xinzhan started to refine the elixir under the protection of the two. From then on, people on the Lost Lake could see the elixir smoke lingering on the top of the peak every day.

Every two days, Cheng Xinzhan would ask Hong Changbao to come up, give him the refined pills, and tell him the dosage, and then have him turn them into pill liquid to distribute to everyone. By the ninth day, Cheng Xinzhan had become proficient and had refined the last batch of pills a day in advance, and called Hong Changbao up again.

However, this time two people came up.

In addition to Hong Changbao, there was also a young man in black clothes, black hair and a stern face.

Cheng Xinzhan understood. It seemed that Hong Changbao was less wary of him and his group. He handed the pill to him first. Hong Changbao took the pill and introduced him.
"Master Cheng, this is my sworn brother, Wu Xuanmiao. My sworn brother, this is Master Cheng Xinzhan, who has done a great favor to Hongmu Ridge."

"Mr. Wu, I am honored to be here."

Cheng Xinzhan nodded in greeting.

The young man was a snake, and he felt a little uncomfortable being so close to Cheng Xinzhan. He suppressed his discomfort and bowed in return, "Meet Taoist Cheng."

He was wondering why this man had such a strong dragon aura. Even though he had a drop of his mentor's blood, he shouldn't have such a strong aura.

He looked at Shen Zhaoming next to him and also found him an eyesore.

Cheng Xinzhan didn't know what the young man was thinking, so he asked, "I wonder if Master Wu has any good news to bring back?"

Wu Xuanmiao's face became even uglier. He shook his head. His voice was very thin, like a woman's.
"None of the eighteen demon kings of Wujiang was willing to come to my aid. Thinking back to the beginning, I had done so much for them. The Qinglong Cave let me in and gave me a lot of spiritual food and herbs to take back, but they refused to send anyone over. I didn't even get into the Immortal Cave."

Cheng Xinzhan nodded, not too surprised. Most people in this world are willing to add icing on the cake, but few are willing to help others in times of need.

Cheng Xinzhan calculated the time of the celestial phenomena and knew that the flood season was approaching. He told his plan in front of the two masters: using Mizong Lake as a base, taking advantage of the time and place, and fighting inside and outside to kill Yao Kaijiang. After killing Yao Kaijiang, with the help of the righteous allies, they could deal with Yang Xuanla and Long Youpo. By then, no matter whether the remaining two demons fought or fled, Hongmu Ridge would be able to survive this disaster.

After hearing this, the two thought for a long time, looked at each other, and then Hong Changbao said,

"As long as the Taoist priests can call for reinforcements, I, Hongmuling, am willing to sacrifice my life to accompany you."

The current situation was such that the two of them had no choice but to agree. Cheng Xinzhan was an outsider who came here to offer advice and help. Not only had he saved many people in Hongmu Ridge, he had also contacted fellow practitioners outside for help. However, Wu Xuanmiao had not brought back even a single reinforcement. If they gave up the opportunity that Cheng Xinzhan mentioned, they would really be trapped here to death.

Therefore, for the next period of time, the most important thing for everyone was to wait.

Waiting for the summer flood to come, waiting for news of reinforcements, and waiting for the people of Redwood Ridge to recover.

During this period, Cheng Xinzhan and Shen Zhaoming learned the art of creating fog and waves from Wu Xuanmiao in turn. After several discussions, Wu Xuanmiao agreed that when the day came for them to break out, he would hand over the control of the fog array in the Lost Lake to Cheng Xinzhan. He would create waves from upstream, and then Shen Zhaoming would guide them to flood the mountain.

After the beginning of summer, heavy rains gradually increased and the water level of the Wujiang River slowly rose.

On the sixth day after the beginning of summer, the sound transmission note in Cheng Xinzhan's arms lit up. Song Jishu sent a message with four words:
"as you wish."

Cheng Xinzhan laughed, put away the sound transmission talisman, found Wu Xuanmiao, and told him that he could go to the upper reaches of the Wujiang River to make waves.

The atmosphere on the Lost Lake suddenly changed. After three years of retreat, hundreds of people died from serious injuries and diseases. Now, the time for revenge has finally come.

Yao Kaijiang.

All the disciples of Hongmuling dreamed of eating its meat and sleeping on its skin day and night.

It was not until May 17th that thunder sounded in the middle of the night and heavy rain poured down without stopping until dawn.

The sound of rainstorms blowing through the forest and hitting leaves, the sound of the river surging and hitting the shore, the sound of undercurrents surging at the bottom of the lake, all the sounds of water merged into one, echoing and exploding in the valley, the power of heaven and earth was more powerful than countless armies. In the sky, dark clouds hung low, as if they were about to cover the top of the mountain, and the thunder roared, shaking the mountains.

The sky and the earth were dark, with only the silver-purple lightning flashing like snakes, making it hard to tell whether it was day or night. Heavy rain fell on the Lost Lake, splashing water droplets everywhere. The rain was like a bead curtain, and the rain curtain was endless. Nothing could be seen ten steps away.

Under such weather conditions, the fog in the Lost Lake not only did not dissipate, but spread outward. However, under the cover of heavy rain and dark clouds, it was impossible to tell whether it was fog or diffused water vapor.

At the same time, amid the sound of water and thunder, a muffled sound came from the upper reaches of the Wujiang River.

(End of this chapter)