NOVPUBChapter 1285: 580 Ghost Path_3 Chapter 1285: 580 Ghost Path_3 Aubree Groove nodded, “I will be accompanied by Jayden Moore.
You, the Rintos, should stay behind and take care of things.”
Desta Rinto bowed his head deferentially: “I will follow your command.”
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The helicopter descended smoothly in front of the Silent Moon Temple, the gust from the propellers causing the old poplar trees flanking the gate to tremble.
Jayden Moore hopped off the helicopter, looking around at the novel sights with curiosity.
Aubree Groove stepped forward and pushed open the gate of the temple.
Each piece of grass, each tree, each brick, and tile was as she had left them.
“So, this is where Mistress grew up.” Jayden Moore climbed onto the rooftop, overlooking the breathtaking mountains enveloped in clouds.
This place seemed far more beautiful than the mountain where their sect was located.
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Aubree Groove first went to offer incense to her Master, dusted the incense table covered with dust, then located some Ancient Medical Scriptures from her Master’s collection.
She selected a few, wrapped them carefully, and placed them inside her backpack.
She then went to the backyard to collect some dried herbs.
These naturally grown herbs not only had excellent efficacy but were also hard to find in the marketplace.
Aubree Groove closed the Temple gate again, gave the pilot an address with specific coordinates.
The helicopter ascended back into the sky, crossing the Whitehead Mountain, entering the profound canyon.
“My goodness, this scenery is spectacular!” Jayden Moore enthused, sticking his head out of the window, the mountaintop winds making it almost impossible for him to keep his eyes open.
Despite the helicopter’s noise and the howling wind causing temporary congestion in his ear, he was excited beyond measure.
The fascinating landscape gradually stretched out before them, made even more vast and captivating by the enveloping clouds and fog, arousing indomitable spirits within them.
However, as they ventured deeper into the region, Jayden Moore began to feel a chilling cold, his lips turning blue eventually.
It seemed like the temperature within the mountains had dropped below zero.
Even Jayden Moore, who had practiced from a young age and had sturdy health, found himself involuntarily sneezing one after another.
He looked up at Aubree Groove, in the co-pilot seat.
With her sound-canceling headphones on, her hair strands fluttering against his mouth.
She remained serene amidst the chaos.
Jayden Moore admired the Mistress whole-heartedly.
The helicopter circled around a peak and landed at a small village at the foothill.
Hearing the racket, several curious and excited children sprinted towards them.
Jayden Moore leapt off the helicopter and started vomiting, leaning against a tree.
As Aubree Groove descended from the helicopter, a little girl cried out in surprise: “It’s a fairy.”
Aubree Groove shook her head and chuckled, walking forward to pat the little girl’s head.
A middle-aged woman immediately stepped forward, hiding the little girl behind her, and looked at Aubree Groove skeptically.
“Mistress.” Loretta walked over swiftly: “I have been waiting for you.”
Loretta said to the middle-aged woman: “Kindra, this is my friend, she’s come to visit me.”
The middle-aged woman became less wary, speaking in a dialect: “So, you are her friend, you seem different.”
Loretta explained the woman’s words to Aubree Groove.
Aubree Groove smiled: “I understand.”
Loretta raised her eyebrows in surprise.
Despite being separated by a mountain, the dialect of the people here and Pethkids belonged to two different language families, unintelligible if one hadn’t studied it.
“I had hosted some pilgrims at the temple who spoke this dialect, and I learned a bit from them.”
In fact, Aubree Groove was highly gifted in languages, and learning this dialect was not difficult for her.
As they walked into the village, a little girl sneakily ran up to Aubree Groove, tugging at the hem of her dress.
Aubree Groove looked down, meeting the little girl’s curious innocent eyes.
Aubree Groove smiled, holding the little girl’s hand.
Loretta glanced at them, saying with a smile: “Mistress, you are always adored, even children are fond of you.”
People of this place were generally hostile to outsiders.
When she first arrived at the village, she was almost expelled.
The children used to be scared of her, akin to a ghost.
Who would have thought Aubree Groove would be so well received by the children?
Loretta walked next to Aubree Groove, whispering, “This village only has about ten households, all are indigenous residents.”
Loretta pointed at a faraway mountain peak: “That is the highest peak of Skyla Mountain – Hui Huan peak.
Over the ridge, there is the Breeze Mountain.
On top of it lies a shrine built over two-thousand years ago.
As per legend, it would have been erected when the Emperor held the canonization ceremony two thousand years ago, and later renovated during Emperor Moon of the Literary Dynasty’s canonization ceremony.”
Aubree Groove looked into the distance.
The mountain peak was shrouded in fog, and chilling wind whistled around it.
“Do you know the origin of the name of Skyla Mountain?”
Loretta shook her head, indicating that she did not understand.
“According to ‘Cha Xiang Shi Cong Chao’, later generations converse about gods and ghosts.
All are related to the Lopez Mountain.
Although these are fictitious claims, they are not entirely unreasonable.
As per heavenly affairs, the heavenly Way belongs to the sky.
When the king canonized Lopez Mountain to repay the heavens, Lopez Mountain thus had its divine Way.
The ghostly Way belongs to the land.
When canonizing at the smaller mountains beneath Lopez Mountain, such as Breeze Mountain, Skyla Mountain, and so on, to repay the land, then Breeze Mountain, Skyla Mountain, and so on had their ghostly Way….”
