Twilight's Threshold Chapter 730: The Dalaofa Assembly - Novel Cool

Chapter 730: The Dalaofa Assembly

Chapter 730: The Dalaofa Assembly

"You're going to introduce me to the main priest?"

From Old Abacus's words, one could indeed hear the importance of the so-called "Main Priest" identity.

But now, Hu Ma listened with a cold smile in his heart, "How can you introduce me?"

"It's simple, simple."

Old Abacus could see that Hu Ma's face was calm, but his heart was seething with anger, afraid that he would become the target of his frustration.

While cursing the Ancestor Master for being unreliable and not taking care of his great-grandchild, he also tried his best to maintain a smile on his face, saying, "Anyway, I don't know anything complicated either, and I certainly don't know what you big shots are thinking every day. Of course, I don't have the guts to get involved in there."

"As for the so-called guidance, we're just helping to pass on a message!"

"Didn't you just go down there?"

Anxious to change the subject, he leaned forward and peered into the ancestral hall, his voice growing tense, "Is that legendary Twelve Ghost Shrines really down there?"

Hu Ma nodded, thinking of what he had just seen, and nodded again, "It should be there, but I was a bit busy just now and didn't look closely. If you're interested, let's go take a look together?"

"How can I go there..."

Old Abacus's face changed upon hearing this, and he quickly took two steps back, waving his hand, "That thing, how can someone with a light and worthless life like me get close to it?"

"I was able to come into this village because of our friendship over the past few years."

As he spoke, he lowered his voice as if afraid of being overheard by someone, "Don't take this lightly. The Twelve Ghost Shrines, what kind of existence are they? Nowadays, fewer people know about them, but don't forget that when the Ancestral Altar was destroyed by those malevolent spirits..."

"When those people destroyed it, the world fell into chaos. It was the Twelve Ghost Shrines that replaced the Ancestral Altar and suppressed the world's fortune for a hundred and fifty years!"

"It was also because of the worship and incense offerings of the people for a hundred and fifty years."

"The weight of it, how can we even imagine it?"

"..."

As he spoke, he looked towards the ancestral hall, sighed, and took another step back, cautiously saying, "Perhaps only the Main Priest of the world can borrow power from these things?"

"Sigh, this great disaster of the world began with the sacrifice, and it will also end with the sacrifice. To be honest, at least for now, I can't see how to bring these matters to a close. But since the Master chose you as the Main Priest and gave you the Twelve Ghost Shrines, there must be a reason for it!"

"Heh..."

Hu Ma glanced into the ancestral hall, his heart filled with disdain, "The truth of these matters is still uncertain, but this grand gift is indeed generous!"

He realized that Old Abacus indeed didn't know much, and even his coming to guide him was because the State Preceptor knew that he wouldn't easily believe him, so he sent someone more familiar to deliver the message.

Hu Ma didn't say much more, just asked Old Abacus a few more questions, then gathered his spirit and entered the ancestral hall once again.

This time, he was more cautious and probing, even more careful than before. However, after examining them, he didn't find anything unusual about the twelve shrines.

They were just like ordinary shrines, only with some ancient and desolate patterns. He tried touching them, confirming that each shrine weighed over ten thousand catties, and his New Year Guarding Technique couldn't budge them at all.

He tapped them lightly, feeling like they were made of gold or iron, impossible to fathom, but his heart wasn't in it, so he left.

As he went in and out, Old Abacus watched with growing fear, "I just saw our Master come out from inside, holding the candle left by the Ancestor Master, right?"

"This little shopkeeper is going in and out as if it's his own home?"

Because of this, he became even more reverent towards Hu Ma, even considering repaying the blood debt he owed to Hu Ma.

However, after looking at the Twelve Ghost Shrines again, Hu Ma's mind was filled with only one thought: to quickly understand these matters.

Although he was in a hurry, he remained cautious, not wanting to unknowingly fall into someone else's trap. Therefore, he wouldn't casually ask for strange things or cultivate new skills, and he remained vigilant when talking to Old Abacus.

After returning, he picked up Mr. Hu Shan's remains and, together with Old Abacus, headed back to the Big Sheep Camp.

Along the way, he couldn't suppress the thoughts in his mind and made a silent decision, "It's time to go to the capital."

The Ten Surnames were determined to ascend to immortality, but the State Preceptor said that ascending was just a ruse, making everything seem uncertain.

But Hu Ma understood that someone could give him a definite answer.

The Matriarch!

She was a firsthand witness to these events and the only reliable person in his memories.

Only she could resolve his doubts.

Moreover, even setting aside these matters, he had already eliminated the Meng Family and avenged his grudge, so it was time to pay respects to the Matriarch.

He hadn't gone before because once he arrived at the ancestral hall, the Meng Family would surely notice, and the other Ten Surnames would also sense it, causing unnecessary trouble. But now, both emotionally and rationally, publicly and privately, it was time to offer that incense stick.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, Hu Ma's resolve strengthened. He had made up his mind to set off immediately, and his steps became noticeably lighter.

When he had first arrived, it felt like he had walked only a few steps in a daze before reaching Fox Coffin Village. Now, on his return, even with the help of the Sky-Measuring Boots, it took him over an hour to get back to Big Sheep Camp.

The Old Abacus was a bit surprised by Hu Ma's speed. Holding his small flag tightly, he managed to keep up with Hu Ma, but he was so exhausted that his tongue was hanging out.

"How come everyone's gone after drinking?"

By the time Hu Ma returned to Big Sheep Camp, it was already late at night. The guests had dispersed, and General Yang Gong, the Grain-Preserving General, and Chief Administrator Xu Wensheng had already left in the middle of the night. Only a small number of people with long journeys ahead or those without the ability to protect themselves, fearing encounters at night, remained.

What caught everyone's curiosity was that Zhao San Yi and Chen A Bao were still waiting at the entrance to the camp. Upon seeing Hu Ma, they hurriedly greeted him, looking surprised.

Their abilities were already extraordinary, but when Hu Ma had just spoken with the State Preceptor and left, they hadn't noticed anything.

At this moment, they realized something was amiss, and their eyes showed a questioning look.

However, they didn't think too much of it and assumed that Hu Ma had some business to attend to and had secretly left using his abilities.

"I had to go out temporarily to take care of something," Hu Ma explained.

Hu Ma was feeling heavy-hearted and had no time to make up an explanation. Zhao San Yi was very understanding and didn't ask further. He just clasped his fists and said, "This trip into the mountains was indeed a bit irregular."

"Fortunately, you were understanding, and not only did you not blame us, but you also helped us with the matter of the Meng family's aunt. In the world of the rivers and lakes, we follow its rules. The promise I made to your young master will be fulfilled."

"Now that we've finished the wine and paid our respects to the elders in the camp, we must also take our leave."

"..."

Although Hu Ma didn't plan to keep them, he was still a bit surprised. "You're leaving tonight?"

"The elders in my family sent a messenger ghost with an urgent message."

Zhao San Yi thought for a moment and decided not to hide it from Hu Ma. He whispered, "Something big happened in the Netherworld. A malevolent spirit has appeared on the bridge, and the impact may not be limited to just this province."

"Moreover, the conflict between the Hu and Meng clans has become so intense that even the elders in our family can't sit still..."

"However, this has also attracted the attention of a powerful figure. Have you heard of the Dalaofa Religion?"

Hu Ma frowned and nodded slightly.

"The leader of the Dalaofa Religion is also the National Daoist Sage of Duyi. He has appeared and will hold a Dharmic Assembly in the Northern Capital."

"I think he might want to fight those malevolent spirits."

"We must leave tonight to meet up with our elders. I believe your young master will also appear soon."

"Perhaps we will meet again at the Northern Capital Assembly, and at that time, I will personally return the Thousand Jin Purple Heavenly Stem to your young master."

"..."

'He went to the mountains to find me, and now he wants to collaborate with the other Ten Clans for a Dharmic Assembly?'

Hu Ma thought of the mysterious State Preceptor, and a sense of disgust filled his heart. He slowly nodded.

After seeing them off, Hu Ma entered the camp. Lord Second was still waiting for him, with Miss Zhou Si by his side, holding a large porcelain bowl and drinking tea. Hu Ma was surprised to see her still there when Zhao and Chen had already left.

However, he wasn't in the mood to ask about it. He held the remains and went to the house, where Lord Second had already come out to greet him. Seeing the situation, he was momentarily stunned. "What's this?"

"My father," Hu Ma said, exhaling. "He did indeed die to ward off disaster. I found his remains and want to bury him."

"Ah?"

Lord Second was momentarily frozen in place upon hearing this. After a while, he hurriedly came forward.

...

...

At the same time that Hu Ma returned to the camp, the entire Old Yin Mountain, which had just been sacrificed to, was filled with incense smoke. The once-shadowy and ominous deep mountain forest seemed to have undergone a transformation.

However, there were still a few places that remained quiet and secluded, making it difficult to see clearly. Not far from Big Sheep Camp, on a small hill beneath a large pagoda tree, someone was quietly looking in a certain direction.

It was the State Preceptor, leaving Old Yin Mountain. He squinted, his wide sleeves gently fluttering as he walked slowly, as if waiting for something.

Under the pagoda tree, a woman in a blue robe with a cold expression and two shadows behind her were also quietly watching his back.

In the incense-filled wind of Old Yin Mountain, there seemed to be a hint of disharmony.

In the end, both sides seemed to exercise restraint and didn't engage in a fight. Daoist Sage Hongxuan slowly left Old Yin Mountain, his figure disappearing. The shadows under the pagoda tree slowly shifted their gaze from the mountain to the direction of Big Sheep Camp.

"Those guys have finally gotten on the right path. The Dalaofa Religion can't hold back any longer and is finally going to make a move..."

The shadow beside him wavered slightly and hesitantly asked, "Then what about us...?"

"Then we should also retrieve the fate of Lao Jun Mei."

The woman in blue replied calmly, "Twenty years ago, we couldn't stop his appearance. Twenty years later, we can't avoid having to take more drastic measures."

"The belongings of the reincarnate should not remain in the hands of outsiders."

(End of Chapter)

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