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Wuchen Mage looked upon them with compassion and sighed softly as he explained, "Legend has it that a thousand years ago, the Guixu Gate was once opened, bringing calamities upon the world. Your ancestor was a renowned sorcerer at that time, who forged a pact with the Rakshasa Bird to seal the Guixu Gate, making the Right Eye the Rocca's dwelling place for generations. Every hundred years, the Gui Xu Qi gathers again, requiring a person with the Contract Eye to guide the Rakshasa Bird in sealing it once more."
Shen Tong continued to inquire, "Then how can I guide the Rakshasa Bird to reseal the Guixu Gate?"
Wuchen Mage slowly rose and gestured for them to leave. "Disaster is imminent, and heaven and earth mourn together. Tian Ji has arrived; you may proceed accordingly."
With that, he turned away and said no more.
Mu Qing led the others away from Yuqian Temple, slowly descending along the rugged mountain path. Shen Tong remained somewhat dazed, her mind racing with thoughts. The Rakshasa Bird, Contractor, Guixu Gate—these had all been explanations for the dreams that had haunted her over the years, the strange visions seen through her Right Eye, and her ability to perceive what others could not.
Lin Mingchang had been supporting her all along. Noticing her daze, he gently squeezed her hand and whispered, "Don't think too much; we will face this together."
Shen Tong snapped back to reality and nodded slightly, returning Lin Mingchang's grip.
As evening approached, the Mountain Wind began to rise, and darkness fell upon them. The group quickened their pace. By the time they returned to Liang Qingsong's home, the lights were already glowing.
Liang Qingsong was lighting lamps in the courtyard. Upon seeing them return, he hurried over. "You're back? You were gone for quite a while; you must be hungry!"
Mu Qing was about to speak when Liang Qingsong waved his hand dismissively. "I've already prepared dinner. Mu Qing should stay and eat with us; let’s chat while we eat."
The dinner Liang Qingsong prepared was quite sumptuous: a plate of marinated Naxi Ham, stir-fried wild fern shoots, scrambled eggs, and a large pot of steaming rice.
After a long day of travel, they were indeed famished. They sat around the low table and began to eat heartily, only the sound of chopsticks clinking against bowls could be heard.
As they reached a comfortable point in their meal, Liang Qingsong set down his utensils and poured hot tea for everyone. He furrowed his brow with concern and said, "I heard something today that might be related to what you're investigating."
The others paused their eating and looked at Liang Qingsong attentively.
He took a sip of tea before continuing slowly, "In Baisha Village, which is closest to Yulong Snow Mountain, strange occurrences have been reported lately. I've heard that villagers seem to be experiencing a collective hallucination; they claim to share the same nightmare every night. Moreover, some have developed peculiar symptoms—black tears streaming from their eyes like ink. Local doctors are at a loss; however, an elder mentioned that this is a symptom of 'Sha Qi Ru Yan.'"
"Black tears?" Fang Zigui frowned and glanced at his companions. "Doesn't that sound somewhat like Zhangqi Gu Chong?"
"I think we should go take a look tomorrow," Lin Mingchang said, glancing at Mu Qing.
Mu Qing understood immediately and smiled, "No problem. I'm free tomorrow and can take you to Baisha Village. I'll come to pick you up early in the morning, so remember to prepare some food and water; the journey isn't short."
Early the next morning, before the morning mist had lifted, Mu Qing arrived punctually at Liang Qingsong's house. He first checked everyone's gear and clothing, then bid farewell to Liang Qingsong and led the group towards Yulong Snow Mountain.
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