Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 343 Kill All the Ghost Beasts

Shang Liangshan heard this and said with a nostalgic look on his face: "I want to eat braised fish."

"Braised fish?" The old patriarch was puzzled.

"That's it..." Shang Liangshan talked incessantly, and when he talked about the method of braised fish, it opened the eyes of the old patriarch.

As the end of the year approached, two black ships broke through the waves and sailed into the territory of the Forgotten Country.

"The Ninth Elder is back." The patrolman's shouts echoed throughout the fields, causing the soldiers and civilians who were harvesting rice to look up at the approaching black boat, and some even ran towards the river bank.

"Haha, fellow villagers, I, Yijiu, am back." Yijiu, standing at the bow of the boat, laughed heartily.

"Haha, folks, I, Liu Yu, am here again."

As soon as these words were spoken, the soldiers and civilians immediately burst into laughter and were so happy that Zhao Li and a group of children on the deck became very curious.

Peaceful was Zhao Li’s first impression of the Forgotten Township.

This would not be a big deal before the invasion of ghost beasts, but it is very valuable now.

The second impression is that the patrolling militia are all elite soldiers with rich experience and great strength.

The third impression is that it is a land of books.

The younger generation all have a faint scent of books, which is really rare. Even the capital city cannot make all the younger generation literate, but the main hall of samsara and the forgotten town can do it.

"Haha, old man Zhao, why are you here too?" Heizi, who came rushing over, was a little surprised when he saw Zhao Li.

"Reporting to the Great God, this old man has obtained the permission of the Lord Commander and is here to pay homage."

"Oh, then you can have fun in Forgotten Country. I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to catch sheep."

"Catch sheep?" Zhao Li was stunned when he heard this.

"Heizi, don't catch the old sheep." Yijiu shouted hurriedly.

"Haha, got it."

"Command the Great..."

"Since we have come to the Forgotten Land, don't call me Lord Commander. Just call me the Ninth Elder." Yijiu interrupted Zhao Li.

"Ninth Elder, after the ghost beast was repelled by the main hall, it never attacked again?"

"Yes," Yijiu nodded and said, "After the ghost robbery, they have not invaded again, but small battles continue. My men are fighting fiercely with them in the mountains and forests."

"The guards are truly brave," Zhao Li exclaimed in admiration.

"Ninth Elder, who are these kids?" an old farmer asked loudly.

"They are all good seedlings. Bring them back to cultivate them." Yijiu responded.

"Master Liu and his men have returned to the sect, otherwise they could have tested the spiritual roots of these kids."

"Why rush? The kids are still young. We can do the same test next year."

"What are the results of the spirit test this year?" Yijiu asked with interest.

"It's not that great, there is only one mid-grade high-level thunder spirit root in our village."

"There is a reason for this. Due to the rampage of ghost beasts, many villages and mountain villages are unable to bring their children to test the spirits."

As Zhao Li listened to the conversation, he became more and more confused, and finally found an opportunity to ask questions.

Yijiu did not hide anything and simply explained the situation.

When Zhao Li learned that there was a first-class sect behind the Forgotten Township, he was so happy that he almost laughed out loud.

It’s a first-class sect, an existence that even the imperial dynasty has to show respect to, which shows how powerful it is.

The Yifeng couple came out to entertain Zhao Li and his party.

Yifeng was responsible for entertaining Zhao Li, and Lin Weiwei was responsible for taking care of the children.

"Mr. Feng, can I go and worship the God of Reincarnation?" Zhao Li asked politely.

"Liang Shan and the clan leader went fishing and will be back in the evening."

"Liang...The God of Reincarnation went fishing?"

"Don't be too reserved. Liangshan is approachable, unlike other temple spirits. Well, he is a man of temperament."

"No wonder, no wonder." Zhao Li finally understood why the Lords of the Divine Imperial Court were so approachable. It turned out that what the superiors do is what the subordinates will follow.

The arrival of Zhao Li and his companions was like a pebble dropped into the water, causing no ripples.

As time passed, the Wolf Riders returned home and Forgotten Township was decorated with lights and colors.

"All those who are over 18 years old should marry wives for this old man. This is the order of the temple spirit." These are the words of the old patriarch.

As a result, all the uncles and aunts in the entire Forgotten Township took action and tied red strings for the kids.

On November 11, the old patriarch presided over a grand wedding, and nearly two thousand couples received blessings from Shang Liangshan, the temple spirit.

He just sighed that as a bachelor for two lifetimes, he was actually the witness at the wedding of 2,000 couples. It was really unspeakable.

The festive days did not end until January 8893, 1.

Before he knew it, Shang Liangshan had been in this world for five years.

Perhaps it was because of the firecrackers set off during the New Year that the ghost beasts rarely stopped wreaking havoc. However, as soon as the New Year atmosphere was over, the ghost beasts gathered their army and launched an attack on the mainland again.

In the Ten Thousand Mountains, Taoist Xuanzhen's guess came true. The army of ghost beasts began to attack the groups of monsters, villages, and mountain strongholds separated by the Yinlu, trying to connect the Yinlu area into one.

All the living creatures in the hundred thousand mountains received messages from the mysterious will of the mountains and rivers, and were instructed to stop the evil beasts' intentions and drive them out. Those who disobeyed would suffer a disaster.

This was undoubtedly a death order.

For this reason, the Wolf Riders had to bid farewell to their newlywed days and prepare to attack.

The first ray of sunlight in the early morning penetrated the mist and shone on the village wall which was covered with claw marks.

The old patriarch stood at the village gate facing the brilliant light, his figure looking particularly majestic in the morning light.

The old man's eyes were as sharp as torches as he scanned the nearly fifteen thousand wolf riders gathered in front of the village.

These warriors were all in high spirits and full of fighting spirit. Their mounts, the silver wolf, the gray wolf, and the mechanical wolf, also displayed a fearless aura.

The old patriarch spoke slowly, his voice loud and steady, like an echo in a valley, spreading throughout the entire river bank.

"Brave men, today you are about to embark on a journey to meet unknown challenges and defend our homeland and glory."

"You are the most elite warriors. Your courage and loyalty are our shield and sword."

As the old patriarch gave his passionate speech, a determined light flashed in the eyes of the wolf riders. They stood straighter and held their weapons tighter.

The old patriarch continued, "Behind you are our relatives, friends, and our common roots."

"We have to protect them and prevent them from getting hurt."

"Our footsteps will bring them peace; our battles will build an indestructible barrier for them."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wolf riders shouted in unison, their voices shaking the earth, demonstrating their determination and strength.

The old patriarch raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet, then he drew the sword from his waist, pointed it into the distance, and announced loudly: "Today, we will write our own legend with our flesh and blood."

"Our names will be remembered by future generations, and our achievements will become a glorious page in the history of our tribe."

"Go, my men, and kill all the ghost beasts!"

"Kill all the ghost beasts!"

"Kill all the ghost beasts!"

"Kill all the ghost beasts!"

Following the old patriarch's order, the wolf riders mounted their wolf mounts in unison. For a moment, the howling of wolves was heard everywhere, accompanied by the passionate rhythm of shouting. The whole team rushed towards the rising sun like an arrow.