Chapter 890 — Greeting That Old Friend
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Senior Brother! " The coffin slipped from Shen Mu's shoulder and fell to the ground. He stared at the middle-aged man, dumbfounded, and stammered, "Wei.
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. Wei Suifeng! " "Who are you? " The middle-aged man was astonished.
His gaze moved to the crystal coffin on the ground. The coffin was open, and a woman's corpse had rolled out of it, face down. There was a hole in the back of her head, with a peach-wood hairpin stuck in it. The middle-aged man grew wary and at once put away the sheepskin scroll, brush, and ink.
"Who are you? How do you know me?
What do you intend to do with this corpse?
" Shen Mu's mind was in a whirl.
The mist just now, the sudden appearance of Senior Brother Wei Suifeng, the peach-wood hairpin in the younger sister's skull—this string of unexpected events left him unable to sort out the threads for a moment. The middle-aged man was indeed Wei Suifeng, the founding patriarch of the Heavenly Sage Sect.
On Mount Shenglin, where the sect's headquarters stood, there was a portrait of him, and every sect master had to undergo the scripture transmission on the Sage Teacher's Oracle Stone, which showed them the scene of Wei Suifeng listening to the Woodcutter Sage expound the Way.
There was no way he could mistake the man. "The water sound just now was the dark celestial river reappearing, and then the fog erupted, bringing this place back to twenty thousand years ago. " Shen Mu's mind was no longer confused, and he quickly found the thread. Ling Tianzun's divine power had brought him back twenty thousand years.
The Wei Suifeng of this era, in order to accomplish the three achievements—establishing a teaching, establishing words, and establishing merit—and thereby become a sage, had begun to explore the mysteries of the past, and he had come to Guixu. As for the peach-wood hairpin in the younger sister's skull, that was because Ling Tianzun was the one who had killed the younger sister—it was not the Empress's doing.
It was Ling Tianzun who had hidden her corpse here! "Why don't you speak? " The middle-aged man carried all kinds of weapons on his back.
Suddenly his body shook, every weapon clattered to the ground, and they rapidly assembled as he watched Shen Mu warily and said, "How do you know me? Are you someone left here by the otherworldly Heavenly Court, or are you a tomb robber? " His weapons were extremely strange—all manner of parts that could be freely assembled into different weapon forms. Shen Mu had worked out the crucial point and smiled.
"Senior Brother, I am your second junior brother.
You and I are fellow disciples of the same school, both taught by the Woodcutter Sage. .
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" The middle-aged man reached a hand behind him, grasped, and the divine weapon that had just assembled landed in his palm. He sneered, "You, my junior? The Sage Master never accepted another disciple!
Who are you really? " The weapon in his hand looked like a bamboo hat, but that was probably only one of its forms.
"I am your junior brother from twenty thousand years later.
" Shen Mu said hurriedly, "Teacher Woodcutter took me as a disciple twenty thousand years from now.
I am also sect master of the Heavenly Sage Sect, separated from you by twenty thousand years. Did you just now encounter the fog? That fog is the reason I crossed back to twenty thousand years ago. It was by following the geographic map you left me that I found this place.
This coffin and the woman inside it were left by you, waiting for me to discover the truth of history. This woman is the younger sister of Her Majesty the Empress of the otherworldly Heavenly Court.
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" As he spoke, he could no longer go on. If such words had been said to him, he would not have believed them, either—they were too absurd, too fantastic! Shen Mu sighed.
"The way I'm saying this, you certainly don't believe me, do you? " "You think I would believe you?
" The sneer on the middle-aged man's face grew deeper.