Chapter 121: A Gu and a Talisman
"We do need to find the whereabouts of several demons."

Even Jiang Mo was caught off guard by what Gu Xuanchuan described. He initially thought that this life-saving method was relatively rare, but he did not expect it to be so widely spread in southern Xinjiang.

There were only ten forces scattered around, and it was a time of war. He needed to guard the sect while uniting with other righteous people to fight the national crisis. He simply couldn't spare the time to cause trouble for the southern border tribes one by one.

In addition, Wanxiang Hall promised that there would be an answer in two years.
Just as Jiang Mo was thinking about countermeasures, Gu Xuanchuan seemed to see his thoughts and volunteered:

"Master Jiang, Southern Xinjiang is too far away. It's inconvenient for you to travel far. No problem, we at Qiangu Cave are willing to do it for you."

"What does the person you are looking for look like? When my brother and I return to Southern Xinjiang, we will find out for you and let you know as soon as we find his whereabouts."

Gu Qingying, who was standing by, also added:
"Yes, Master Jiang, we are well-informed about the news in the Thousand Bone Cave;"

"If the person you are looking for has recently fled to the Shiwan Mountains, as long as the Great Elder comes forward and says a word, many forces will be willing to do us a favor and they may find him for you soon."

“Good idea, just what I want”

Jiang Mo looked at the letter his senior brother had written and the same thought came to his mind. He ordered Zhuge Yu to bring paper, pen and ink.

"But I have never met you two before, how can I trouble you for nothing?"

"Master Jiang, you are too kind. Master Zuo saved us from danger. With such great kindness, Qiangu Cave is willing to be on good terms with the Sanyi Sect for generations to come."

"Besides, the Great Elder originally ordered me and Qingying to help the Trinity Sect overcome the difficulties."

However, in response to their heartfelt words, Jiang Mo just smiled and did not give a positive response.

After Zhuge Yu delivered the four treasures of the study, he took the wolf hair brush, dipped it in ink and wrote words, and in an instant he completed a letter and handed it to Gu Xuanchuan.

"Brother is brother, and I am me. I owe you a favor for trouble in finding the whereabouts of the demon."

"If the Thousand Bone Cave is in danger of collapse again in the future, please let me know and I will help you within my ability."

Gu Xuanchuan took the letter with both hands. This was undoubtedly a token of friendship between the two parties. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but thank him solemnly:

"In that case, Xuanchuan would be honored to receive your gift. Thank you, Master Jiang."

"What does the demon you are looking for look like? Just tell Qingying a little bit, and she will draw the picture based on the features you describe, and make constant revisions until it meets your wishes."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Mo shook his head slightly and replied: "That's not necessary, I can come in person."

Then, under the strange gazes of several people, Jiang Mo circulated his Qi and replicated the appearance of Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan in his mind on the palm of his hand, keeping them suspended in the air, looking lifelike.

"Uncle Master, you have such a great method!!"

When Zhuge Yu saw the two familiar faces, he couldn't help but sigh in amazement. They were so similar, exactly the same as what he had seen before.

"It's just a trick."

Jiang Mo flipped his hand and imprinted the two Qi-sculpted human faces on the snow-white rice paper on the tea table, just like the wanted posters drawn in ancient times.

It’s a pity that he didn’t know what Mrs. Liu looked like, otherwise the search scope could be greatly narrowed.

"Take this painting with you. Just inquire about it secretly, and don't act too loudly, as I'm afraid they will be scared away."

Jiang Mo slowly gathered and rolled up the rice paper, and told Gu Xuanchuan to be extra careful:
"More importantly, the forces behind these two people and the other old poisonous woman I'm looking for, who is also the creator of the death coffin, should not be underestimated. It is not worth it for you, the Thousand Bone Cave, to confront them head-on."

"Just let me know."

Hearing this, Gu Qingying suggested, in order to make it easier to contact Jiang Mo, "Then if Sect Master Jiang doesn't mind, I'll give you the 'Shunfeng Gu'?"

"Shunfeng Gu? What is it?"

Jiang Mo was surprised. He knew very little about the Gu practitioners and Gu insects in southern Xinjiang. This was the first time he heard of this kind of Gu insect. He vaguely guessed that it was the Gu insect used for communication.

"Please wait a moment. I'll look for it."

The girl from southern Xinjiang lowered her head and rummaged through the purple cloth bag she was carrying, mumbling:

"Captain Zuo left in such a hurry that year that he only left a letter. Otherwise, I would have definitely let him take the 'Shunfeng Gu' that my aunt raised."

"My senior brother is really not very good at saying goodbye." Jiang Mo raised a faint smile of nostalgia.

"Here!! I found it, Chief Jiang."

Suddenly, Gu Qingying looked up and saw a plump "silkworm" on her slender fingers. The silkworm was snow-white and only the size of a finger, and was slowly wriggling around the girl's fingers.

"Shunfeng Gu, a special Gu insect from our Qiangu Cave!"

Speaking of this, Gu Qingying's words were filled with a hint of pride: "My aunt raised them, a male and a female, and they can convey my feelings even though they are thousands of miles away."

“Isn’t this a silkworm?!”

Driven by curiosity, Zhuge Yu took a closer look and found that they were no different from the silkworms raised by silk weavers he usually saw.

"wrong."

Gu Qingying shook the white silkworm and corrected, "This is Gu, Shunfeng Gu, which is different from the silkworms you raise in the Central Plains."

"My aunt fed it a lot of medicinal herbs and carefully nurtured it for several years before it could understand human nature."

"Master Jiang, come here, give it to you."

Gu Qingying stuffed the Shunfeng Gu into Jiang Mo's hand.

"How old is this Gu? How should I feed it?"

Jiang Mo felt the white silkworm on the palm of his right hand. It was cool and soft to the touch. There was a special Qi flowing in its body. It was very spiritual and completely different from the insects and animals he usually saw. "Ten years. The medicinal nutrients that the Shunfeng Gu was fed when it was a larva are enough for it to grow. You just need to feed it some clean water."

Gu Qingying told Jiang Mo all the precautions, such as not letting the poisonous insects get close to fire, not feeding them raw meat, not letting them get exposed to rain, etc.

"Shunfeng Gu is very fragile. Its function determines that it cannot have a strong physique and special venom at the same time;"

"Also, its intelligence is about the same as that of a young child. Master Jiang, please take good care of it."

Jiang Mo accepted the reminder humbly and nodded in response: "Okay."

Then, he declined the two siblings' offer to stay and help, explaining:
"There is no need for you two to get involved in the grievances in Zhongyuan. I have already handled them properly."

"In addition, I have something to give you, but you have to wait for a few hours. If you two want to go and pay respect to our senior brother first, let my nephew Zhuge take you there."

Jiang Mo temporarily handed the Shunfeng Gu to Gu Qingying to take care of.

"Then my brother and I will go to pay our respects to the head of the Zuo clan first, and then we will stay here to wait. We apologize for disturbing you."

"Just go."

Night falls.

In the back mountain, Zhuge Yu, Lu Jin, and Cheng Zhen, holding torches, took Gu Xuanchuan and his sister and walked along the deep and cool forest path, heading straight to the cemetery.

"We are here, you two. The master is buried there."

Suddenly, Cheng Zhen stopped and saw a newly built tomb in front of him. The name of his mentor "Zuo Ruotong" was engraved on the tombstone with red lacquer.

"Thank you, Taoist priests."

Gu Xuanchuan looked solemn as he walked forward with his sister, kowtowed and knelt in front of the tomb, mourning in silence.

a long time.

Gu Qingying took out a bone flute from the cloth bag, put it to her lips and played it softly. An ancient ballad echoed in the silent forest.

This is the way the Qianguku lineage mourns their ancestors. It contains the blessings believed by the ancestors of all generations, and can allow the souls of the dead to sleep forever in the mountains, rivers, lakes and wilderness, without being disturbed by the earthly world.

Crystal tears rolled down the girl's cheeks, and childhood memories emerged before her eyes. The scene of the man with white hair holding her hand and going to the mountain stream to fish seemed like yesterday.

Gu Qingying suppressed the sorrow in her heart, and the sound of the flute was mournful, while Gu Xuanchuan knelt for a long time, with his hands clasped together, chanting obscure and ancient syllables, which were also the incantations used in sacrifices.

Cheng Zhen, Lu Jin and Zhuge Yu sighed silently when they saw the tomb and missed the deceased.

The worship ceremony lasted nearly half an hour.

Finally, Gu Xuanchuan, with a depressed look on his face, took out a handful of black incense sticks, opened the fire stick, and slowly lit them to pay tribute to the left sect leader on behalf of the elders and other seniors.

Pool.

In the dead of night, Jiang Mo sat cross-legged on the shore, practicing his profound skills, his hair blazing like silver, fluttering in the wind.

A vast amount of innate Qi overflowed from his body in an orderly manner, slowly forming a vague human figure sitting opposite him.

Due to the complicated situation in southern Xinjiang, Jiang Mo plans to present the reversal effect of "Human World at Hand" in the form of simple talisman paper, so that when the trace of the monster is found in the Thousand Bone Cave, it can be teleported immediately.

"call"

With his eyes closed, Jiang Mo could clearly hear the heartbeat. He concentrated all his attention on concentrating on the white figure until it became more and more similar to him, almost becoming a physical entity.

Several hours passed quietly, and the body constructed by the innate Qi gradually shrank and restrained its Qi.

When Jiang Mo opened his eyes again, a piece of blazing silver talisman paper was floating in front of him. The light was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye. All the Qi was completely sealed inside and could not leak out.

"Southern Xinjiang, ah, Southern Xinjiang"

“One day, I have to go there.”

The cold voice caused ripples on the water, and the figure sitting cross-legged stood up and left.

Ugly time.

When Jiang Mo returned to the sect, he saw that the lights on the fourth floor of the Sutra Library were still on, so he went straight up.

Cheng Zhen and Zhuge Yu were waiting with the two guests from southern Xinjiang.

"Uncle Master."

"Master Jiang."

Gu Xuanchuan looked tired and his voice was a little hoarse. He had been running all the way since he set out, rarely stopping.

Gu Qingying, who was beside him, had already fallen asleep.

"Gu Xiaoyou, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

Jiang Mo stepped forward, handed him the talisman paper he had refined, and said:

“Whether you find the whereabouts of the two demons or your Thousand Bone Cave is in danger, you only need to tear this talisman paper and I will be there in an instant.”

"this?!"

Gu Xuanchuan's sleepiness disappeared in an instant, and he became energetic. He confirmed that he had heard correctly, but he was still extremely surprised and repeated:
"Master Jiang, is your talisman really so effective that it can cross mountains and rivers?"

(End of this chapter)