The master nodded and said, "Well, it's actually some titles. The organization gave many similar titles to those cultivators in the deep mountains and forests. These cultivators are different from me. After they got this title, they had no contact with the cultivator. Haha, cultivator, this name is not easy to call, but just call it that way."

I said: "The Burial Cult will throw the nameplate to the profound hidden cultivators of Taoism. It should be to divert the attention of the people in the righteous path. If you find that there are signs on the hidden cultivators, you will spend a lot of energy to investigate them, so that our main force can be brought to the wrong path."

As I was talking, the master stretched out his hand, patted my shoulder, and smiled and said to me: "Smart child. Zongyuan teaches well and is much better than me."

After that, he said again: "Earlier, I also grasped some internal situations in the funeral sect. But later, something happened to Liu Wenhui, and the internal structure was felt by the inside of the funeral sect, and the internal structure was changed on a large scale. The current funeral sect no longer had the position of guardian. After Liu Wenhui was arrested, another guardian moved underground, and I don't know what that guy is doing now."

I asked my uncle: "Mr., have you seen another guardian?"

The master nodded: "Not only have I seen it, but when I was young, I had a little friendship with this person. By the way, I heard that you killed Yi Qingping in Shaanxi?"

I said, "It's not what I killed, it's Fantian Seal..."

Before I could finish my words, my master interrupted me: "This is not important. Now everyone in the industry is spreading, saying that you are young and promiscuous, and even a hidden cultivator like Yi Qingping is not your opponent. But you have to understand that such rumors are not good for you at all. The great protector of the Burial Cult is Yi Qingping's master. This man's surname is Zhou, and I don't even know his name, but everyone in the industry calls him Master Zhou Tian. This man is very protective and has a very high level of cultivation. Even if I have brought all six soul-summoning banners, I can only tie him."

Speaking of this, Master looked at my master’s grave and said to me: “How much is your current cultivation level?”

I also looked at the master and sighed: "I don't know. Master said during his lifetime that I can get 60% or 70% of his Taoism with the Fantian Seal. But I always feel that I am still far from Master's level."

Hearing my words, my uncle fell into deep thought. After a long time, he patted my shoulder and said to me: "If Zong Yuan has the ability to succeed, you are the top small group among the younger generation. But it is still not enough. Now the Burial Cult is afraid of being beaten by you, so you dare not show your head, and the Zhou surnamed dare not do anything to you. But one day the Burial Cult becomes active again, he will definitely attack you immediately. If Zong Yuan is still alive, he can still keep you safe, but now... it can only depend on yourself."

I asked my uncle: "My uncle, do anyone else know about joining the funeral sect?"

The master smiled and said, "Haha, now Xia Zongming's eldest disciple has found some clues. It is estimated that soon, everyone in the industry will know that I am a member of the Burial Cult. You know, I know about my affairs, but I can't let others know anymore."

"Why? Master Xia and the others will keep misunderstanding you." I said anxiously.

After my master passed away, from the perspective of teacher-education relationship, Master is my closest person. I will never hope that anyone will misunderstand him as a lackey in the burial sect.

But Master Shakes his head straightforwardly: "No, there is a Tao. The power of the burial sect is complicated now. They may have their eyes everywhere, and the Soul-Jiangzhuang may not be a peaceful place. Moreover, I know Xia Zongming better than you. He seems to have great wisdom on the surface, but in fact, he is particularly prone to emotional and does not know how to endure. If you tell him about my affairs, some problems may arise. In short, the fewer people know about me, the better. Just remember it."

Speaking of this, Master suddenly remembered something, slapped his hands hard, and said to me: "By the way, I heard from Zong Yuan that Shouzheng's lineage buried another inside line in the burial sect, but he never said who this inside line was. Now the news of Zong Yuan's death has spread in the industry. I guess this person will come to you in a short while."

I didn't know what I was thinking at the time, so I asked, "Can this person be Luo Youfang?"

Actually, after thinking about it later, I felt that it was understandable that I could ask such words. After all, in the burial sect, only Luo Youfang could call the name.

When my master heard the three words "Luo Youfang", he first showed a very disdainful expression, and then said to me: "Luo Youfang? It must not be him. This person is very despicable. He has no sense of right and wrong and compassion. He is just a little ghost raised by the King of Hell's family. Such a person cannot be from our side."

Originally, I wanted to ask my master how he met Luo Youfang, but seeing his hatred when he mentioned Luo Youfang, I didn't dare to ask any more questions.

At this time, the master put his hands on my shoulder and said solemnly: "You know, remember, unless the fire is extinguished one day, you will never tell others about me. Haha, I don't care no matter what others think of me."

After saying that, the master let me go, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I have been in the funeral sect for many years. I feel more and more that they seem to have been setting up a big game over the years. By the way, do you know the Shiquan Taoist?"

I nodded: "Master suspects that this burial sect may have a deep connection with Shiquan Taoist, so we have also specially learned about some of the deeds of Shiquan Taoist in his early years."

The master said "Oh", then looked at me again and said, "I have always had a premonition over the years. I think that the leader of the Burial Cult is probably the Shiquan Taoist himself."

I couldn't help but frown: "It's impossible. If Shiquan Taoist can survive until now, then he will be at least two thousand years old."

The master nodded: "Well, too, I hope I guessed it wrong. Right, there is another thing. After June this year, you will be reporting to the school, right?"

I nodded, and my master asked me again: "Is that school very close to Bohai Bay?"

I nodded again.

The master smiled: "Haha, it seems that everything is fixed. When the Burial Church stole Yin Yu from Bohai Bay, it left a very important thing in the Bohai Tomb."

I also heard from my master that one of the nine tombs is located deep in the Bohai Bay. Senior Brother Zhuang has also verified that the people who were burying the burial sect went deep into the Bohai Bay and speculated that the Yin jade on Zhao Dekai's body was stolen from the Bohai Tomb.

I was thinking about this in my mind, but I didn't say anything. My uncle continued, "After you arrive at school, you may not be able to focus all your energy on your studies. People in the funeral school may return to the Bohai Tomb at any time, so you must keep a close eye on it."

"Where is there any exact information on the Bohai Tomb located?" I asked my uncle.

This time, Master Shakes his head: "I don't know much, I only know that near the Bohai Tomb, there is a large salt field. You and Xia Zongming's disciples are all in this matter and just ask him to send someone to watch the salt field. Anyway, you have taken over your master's position, and Zhuang Youxue will definitely contact you frequently. He has to introduce the business to your door and tripod foot walk."

I wondered: "What business?"

The master smiled meaningfully and said, "It's a bit complicated to explain, you will know in the future. Okay, it's almost clear that day, I have to leave."

To be honest, I didn't want my master to leave at that time, but he had turned around and walked towards the periphery of the cemetery. I asked my master as if I had nothing to say: "Mr., do you know Zhou Lie?"

I know that my uncle has never been inside, and I must have never heard of Zhou Lie, but I just want to chat with my uncle for a while.

The master turned his head and asked me in surprise: "Zhou Lie, is it the real name of Master Zhou Tian?"

I shook my head: "No, he is a swordsman from the Han Dynasty and has a deep connection with Jihunzhuang."

Master immediately shook his head: "I haven't heard of it. Okay, I'm really leaving."

After saying this, he quickly walked into the bamboo forest, and his figure was soon completely blocked by the emerald green bamboo.

My uncle never came back as soon as he left. I was the only one left in the huge Soul-Sending Village.

Although Master Xia and Master Zhao often come to see me and Liang Houzai and others often contact me, most of the time every day, only the fog from Jihunzhuang is accompanying me.

The library has become the place I go the most often. My master always asked me to read more historical books during my lifetime. But the most in the library is history books. Official history, unofficial history, five thousand years ago, inside and outside the Great Wall.

During this year, I learned how to live alone and also learned to entertain myself in loneliness.

Because I didn't leave the mountain, I didn't have a haircut for a whole year. My hair was already long, and by June 2007, I had already tied my ponytail.

Since I was going to school soon, Senior Brother Zhuang suggested that I cut off my hair, but Master Xia said that after my hair grows, my luck will be better, so I didn't ask me to cut it.

So I entered the university campus with a long hair, but if I remember correctly, I should not be the only boy in the school with a ponytail.

I remember that when Senior Brother Zhuang led me to see the counselor, the counselor looked very disgusted when he saw my hair and frowned constantly.

But the principal came soon. He seemed to be very familiar with Senior Brother Zhuang. When he saw Senior Brother Zhuang, he would talk endlessly. Since I never saw the principal again, I forgot what he looked like and what he was called. I only remember that he looked at my hair and smiled and said that the people whom Brother Zhuang made friends with were indeed very personal.

After the principal left, the counselor stopped saying anything about my hair. I could even vaguely feel that her attitude towards me became more enthusiastic.

Others say that university is a small society, and the trivialities in interpersonal relationships can be reflected in this small society. I think this sentence is correct at all.

When I came to the classroom, the counselor asked me to introduce myself to the whole class and contact everyone by the way.

At that time, I was standing on the podium and looking at the room full of people of my age. When everyone stared at me with a curious look, I couldn't help laughing.

I wasn't sure why I was laughing at that time. Maybe it was because I had experienced a whole year of loneliness and was spontaneously happy to see so many people, or maybe it was because I felt that I had finally returned to the sun and was happy for myself.

As for self-introduction, I just told you about my basic information, what is my name, how old I am, and where my hometown is.
Chapter completed!