Two treasure maps

From behind the crowd, a sharp cry suddenly broke out: "They are here, please give us justice!" The voice was full of urgency and expectation. The crowd that originally blocked the entrance of Guojiazhuang seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, and a passage was automatically opened.

At the end of the passage, a pair of monks led a team slowly approaching. Behind them were more than 40 people, each carrying a stretcher on their shoulders. The people on the stretchers looked haggard and pale as paper, as if the fire of life had burned out, with only faint gasps to prove that they were still alive.

Guo Lin stood on a high place, watching all this with a serious look. A strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart. If there really was such a harmful monster in Guojiazhuang, then he would find it out no matter what, no matter if it was a demon dragon or a treasure in the eyes of immortal cultivators.

He turned to look at the Heavenly Master Qingyue beside him and asked in a low voice: "Heavenly Master Qingyue, could you help me get into Guojia Manor?" Before Heavenly Master Qingyue could speak, Fairy Hua beside him explained: "Brother Guo, you don't know that although Guojia Manor looks peaceful, it is actually surrounded by a Sanskrit sound barrier. We are all Taoists, and I'm afraid we can't break this Sanskrit sound barrier."

Guo Lin was extremely anxious when he heard this: "If this is true, won't the people in Guojia Village be at the mercy of this Buddhist cultivator?" Hua Xiangu and Taoist Ye Feng fell silent after hearing this. They knew that this Sanskrit sound barrier was very powerful and once it was set up, it would be difficult to break.

Taoist Priest Qingyue seemed to have thought of something. He analyzed, "If the townspeople lose control and try to rush in, the Brahma Sound Barrier will naturally be lifted. As long as we enter Guojiazhuang at that moment, we can still save some mortals."

After hearing this, Guo Lin felt relieved. But he still couldn't help but whispered, "Will these immortal cultivators kill mortals indiscriminately?" Taoist Master Ye Feng sighed and replied, "In the world of immortal cultivators, there is no rule that mortals cannot be killed." This made Guo Lin's heart sink. He knew that if these immortal cultivators really broke into Guojia Village, then mortals would surely suffer.

He looked down at the women lying on the stretchers in the light of the torches. Their faces were very similar to the situation described by Guo Fengmei. Guo Lin couldn't help but have a bold guess: Are these women the cauldrons of the immortal cultivators? Did they deliberately release these women to frame people? However, he didn't know whether all this was aimed at Guojiazhuang or the so-called demon dragon.

Guo Lin took a deep breath and tried to calm his panic. He knew that the most important thing now was to stay calm and preserve his strength to protect the people of Guojia Village from being harmed by these people outside.

The leading monk walked steadily to Master Lingyuan, with respect and awe on his face, clasped his hands together, and bowed his head slightly. He felt the majesty and mystery emanating from Master Lingyuan, and a feeling of awe welled up in his heart.

After Master Lingyuan finished setting up the formation, the leading monk spoke, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness and anticipation: "Amitabha, the master is compassionate and has brought everyone here."

Master Lingyuan's eyes slowly swept across the stretchers neatly placed on the ground. The people lying on them looked pale, like withered flowers.

He put his hands together, closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name. His voice was steady and solemn, as if it could penetrate people's hearts: "Amitabha, everyone, please listen to what I have to say."

At this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted loudly: "We all listen to the master, and the master will definitely give us justice!" There was some excitement and expectation in the voice, as if they had found a savior.

With this shout, the noisy crowd gradually quieted down, leaving only the torches flickering brightly in the night. The torchlight illuminated the anxious and expectant faces of the people, whose eyes were full of trust and reliance on Master Lingyuan.

Master Lingyuan took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "My fellow villagers, a demon dragon has sneaked into Guojia Manor and is harming mortals. I wanted to enter the manor to capture this demon, but I didn't expect that it was colluding with the people in the manor. In order to prevent everyone from being harmed innocently and becoming like them for no reason, I had no choice but to bring everyone here to ask the owner of Guojia Manor to hand over the demon dragon and its accomplices who harm mortals."

His voice was loud and powerful, as if it penetrated the noise of the crowd and reached everyone's heart. His words were full of majesty and unquestionable determination, which made people convinced.

At this moment, a calm and firm voice came from Guojiazhuang: "I wonder who the evil dragon that the master is talking about is? Who in my family is colluding with her?" There was some doubt and firmness in the voice, and it was obvious that he was skeptical about the words of Master Lingyuan.

Guo Feipeng stood in the manor, his eyes were firm and resolute, as if he could see through the darkness and see the truth. Behind him stood the escorts, holding torches, forming a solid line of defense to protect the safety of the manor.

The corner of Master Lingyuan's mouth curled up into a cold smile. He swept his eyes like a knife towards the people in Guojia Manor and said coldly: "Amitabha, how can a young boy be the master of the house? Let's ask the owner of the manor to come out and talk to him."

His words were full of disdain and contempt, and he did not take Guo Feipeng and others seriously at all.

Hearing this, Guo Feimo was immediately furious. He yelled, "You bald ass! I brought you back with good intentions, gave you clothes and shoes, and even wanted to send you to the Great Compassion Monastery to register as you requested. I didn't expect you to be so cruel and ruthless, secretly planning to harm my family!"

His voice was filled with anger and disappointment. His kindness was taken advantage of. If his family suffered this time, he would not need to be kind in the future.

Zhao Deng also spoke coldly: "Master, what you said is really interesting. Don't you dare to trample on Guojiazhuang so blatantly just because you know that the owner is not here? If the owner was here, how dare you be so presumptuous?"

There was a hint of sarcasm and ridicule in his words, and he felt disgusted with Master Lingyuan's behavior.

The big monk's shouting echoed in the night sky, sweeping across Guojiazhuang like a gust of wind. Guo Lin stood in the air, and when he heard the arrogant voice of Master Lingyuan, he felt an irresistible urge in his heart, wanting to rush down and argue with him immediately. At this time, Master Qingyue's voice poured into his ears like a clear spring, and he gradually regained his composure.

"He hasn't removed the Sanskrit Sound Barrier. No matter how the people outside shout, the people inside are safe." Qingyue Tianshi's voice was steady and powerful, as if he had given Guo Lin a shot of reassurance. "If you go down now, you will become the weak spot of the people inside. You must not act rashly."

Guo Lin took a deep breath, and then another deep breath, trying to suppress the anger in his heart. He knew that Master Qingyue was right, and he should not act impulsively. But he really couldn't just wait like that. He looked around anxiously, hoping to find a clue to solve the problem.

Taoist Master Ye Feng thought for a while, and suddenly spoke: "Brother Guo, you'd better think about who you can ask for help in this situation?"

Guo Lin was reminded by these words. Yes, he was not alone. He could look for people who could help him. However, who could he ask for help? Jiang Shan, the immortal cultivator who had planned for him, but he did not leave any contact information. How could he find him?

Guo Lin felt helpless. He looked up at Master Qingyue, hoping she could give him some advice. He asked, "Can you contact Jiangshan?"

Master Qingyue frowned slightly. Of course, he knew Jiangshan's whereabouts. But if he really brought Jiangshan here, Jiangshan would face great risks. Moreover, doing so would not solve the problem once and for all. He weighed the pros and cons in his mind and finally decided not to tell Guo Lin about Jiangshan's whereabouts for the time being, and shook his head at Guo Lin.