Chapter 3040 Shen Tianyu 440
As she boarded the private jet and gazed at the tall, slender white figure who had come to see her off, Yuan Jinzhi forced back her tears.
Even though her heart was aching as if it were being torn apart, she was smiling; she was proud of him.
She closed her eyes, longing to run down and tell him to come with her, to go back to China together, to forget everything else, all she wanted was for him to live well, to not get hurt again, and to not fight any more wars.
To hell with this peaceful and prosperous era, all she wants is him.
But she didn't move.
Because I knew I couldn't persuade him otherwise.
Gu Chuchu also leaned against the airplane window, looking down at Shen Tianyu, Jing Hong, and the others.
She turned to Jing Hua and asked, "Is this battle unusual?"
Jing Hua's delicate face showed a solemn expression as she nodded.
Gu Chuchu couldn't help but blame herself, "If I hadn't insisted on finding Sheng Po, would Tianyu and the others have been in danger?"
Jing Hua said, “'In prosperous times, Taoist priests retreat to the deep mountains, while monks go out to make money. In chaotic times, Taoist priests descend the mountain to save the world, while monks close their doors to avoid disaster.' Young Master Shen belongs to the Xuanmen, a branch of Taoism. My grandfather, my eldest brother, and my second brother are all Taoist disciples. This is their duty, and it has nothing to do with you. Even without Sheng Po, they would eventually have to wipe out the likes of Guwei. Rescuing Sheng Po just accelerated the process. If it weren't for escorting you back to your country, I would have been one of them. Someone in this world always has to bear the burden; this is our mission.”
She spoke frankly, with an air of fearlessness.
At such a young age, he seemed to have already taken life and death in stride.
Gu Chuchu couldn't help but feel a deep respect for this young Taoist nun. She was a year younger than Gu Chuchu and had just come of age, yet she possessed such a broad mind and ambition.
Gu Chuchu got up and walked to Sheng Po, who was bound hand and foot.
He lay in the chair, his face still pale, but no longer looking as if he had been dead for three days without being buried.
She leaned over and touched his hand; it was a little warmer than before she boarded the plane.
But the way he looked at her was cold and unfamiliar, as if he had never known her before.
Jing Hua warned Gu Chuchu: "He is being controlled by someone and is in danger. Don't touch him."
Undeterred, Gu Chuchu continued to address Sheng Po, "I am Gu Chuchu, and you are Sheng Po. We met in the capital. I went to Suzhou to look for you; don't you remember at all?"
Sheng Po's eyes remained dark and cold, staring straight at her.
Gu Chuchu smiled bitterly, "Forget it, if we don't know each other, we don't know each other. As long as you're alive, that's all that matters. Your parents are going crazy missing you."
Sheng Po's pale, handsome face was expressionless.
Gu Chuchu thought of a phrase: walking corpse.
No, he's more dangerous than a walking corpse.
However, even though he was being controlled and lost consciousness, he still wouldn't harm her.
She felt that he still had some humanity left.
Wuya Zi patted Sheng Po's arm and murmured, "Apo will definitely return to normal, Xiao Chuchu, don't worry. As long as Gu Wei is killed, he can return to his former self. Don't despise him."
Gu Xiao sat to the side, wanting to shut Wu Yazi up.
The next night.
More than ten people from China came to support Shen Tianyu and his team.
The cultivation experts that Yuan Bojun invited were the group that had gone to the Thai-Cambodian border last time and had either been uninjured or only slightly injured.
That night, when all was quiet, Master Mao sat cross-legged on the hotel rooftop, calmed his mind, and communicated with Jing Ge's consciousness.
But no matter how he tried to communicate, he couldn't connect with Jing Ge's consciousness.
Master Mao's expression turned serious.
Jing Hong also tried to communicate with Jing Ge, but to no avail.
Jing Hong asked, "Could something have really happened to my brother? The real Zong Ding is with the superpower team. If they find out that my brother is a fake, they should be exchanging him for the real Zong Ding. They shouldn't have remained inactive."
Shen Tianyu said, "There is another possibility: the likes of Guwei want to rebel. They have already taken control of Brother Jing and want to use him as a puppet to control the remnants of Zongding."
Jing Hong frowned. "In that case, the harm will be even greater. Zong Ding is, after all, one of our kind, but Gu Wei is not."
Shen Tianyu nodded.
Master Mao stood up. “If they don’t make a move, we will take the initiative. I asked around and found out that Guwei’s old hideout is on the Thai-Cambodian border, not in Brunei. There’s another reason why I can’t contact Jing Ge: they’ve moved to a place that’s too far away.”
That makes sense.
The group bought tickets overnight and flew to the Thai-Cambodian border at dawn.
After getting off the plane, the group hired several cars and headed to the dense forest in the mountains where Guwei and his disciples were practicing.
Ordinary dense forests only give people a sense of lushness and dampness.
However, even from a distance, the dense forest that Master Mao Jun led them to felt a chilling aura emanating from it.
The Thai-Cambodian border is located in a tropical climate zone, with temperatures ranging from 20 to over 30 degrees Celsius year-round.
This dense forest seems to have changed several times.
After a simple meal, Master Mao sat on the ground, closed his eyes, and communicated with Jing Ge using his consciousness.
Despite extensive communication efforts, we were still unable to reach them.
Master Mao's face was solemn.
He turned to Shen Tianyu, Jing Hong, and the others and said, "You wait here until nightfall, then I'll sneak in and see what's going on with Jing Ge."
Shen Tianyu said, "I'll go with you, so we can look out for each other."
Jing Hong spoke up, "Grandpa, if you notice anything amiss, immediately send a signal so we can go in and rescue you. Don't try to fight it out."
Master Mao nodded.
Late that night, Master Mao and Shen Tianyu quietly sneaked into the dense forest.
The dense forest was filled with miasma, and it wasn't ordinary miasma; it seemed to be mixed with the malevolent energy produced by rotting corpses.
Although the two had taken medicine to ward off miasma, they still felt dizzy.
An old man and a young man used the art of Qimen Dunjia to shrink the distance in the dense forest, avoiding layers of traps, and finally arrived at a place that resembled an ancient temple deep in the forest.
The ancient temple is dilapidated on the outside, but it still feels alive.
The two looked at each other.
Master Mao said, "I'll go in and take a look first, just in case there's a trap."
Shen Tianyu stepped forward, "I'm young, I'll go."
Master Mao glanced at him sideways, "Kid, I may be old, but I have a lot of experience. This is suicide, don't be so eager to rush forward..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
Shen Tianyu's figure had already moved forward gracefully, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the dilapidated temple wall.
Then he leaped into the air and disappeared into the dilapidated temple.
Master Mao shook his head as he looked in the direction where the figure had disappeared.
Shen Tianyu moved swiftly, disappearing into the night, as he traversed the temple.
Guided by intuition, he arrived at a temple.
Naturally, you can't use the main entrance.
He walked to the window, which was made of iron bars and glass.
He silently recited the secret formula, and his tall figure instantly passed through the window.
The room was pitch black; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
There was a familiar scent in the room; he knew it was the scent of Jing Ge.
He walked lightly towards the bed.
The closer I got to the bed, the stronger that familiar scent became.
Upon arriving at the bedside, there was indeed a person lying on the bed, and they were alive.
Shen Tianyu quickly threw back the covers and whispered, "Is that Brother Jing?"
Jing Ge's voice was anxious, "Young Master Shen, let's go!"
