Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 164: Black Mist

The old patriarch looked at the barbarian with admiration and asked, "I just came back not long ago, barbarian, why are you here?"

The barbarian found a stone to sit down and recounted what happened in the village after the old patriarch left.

"The old man's son, Hanzi, was found by Xiaojiu. Was he brought back?" the old patriarch asked excitedly.

The barbarian nodded in confirmation.

"Congratulations, Chief. Congratulations, Chief." The hunting team members congratulated in unison.

"God has eyes." The old patriarch suppressed his excitement and signaled the barbarian to continue.

"Hunting team, reserve force, village warriors reorganization."

"So are we a guard team or a hunting team?"

As Manzi continued his story, the audience had different reactions.

It is undoubtedly a festive occasion that the old patriarch leads the team back to his hometown, and a scene of loving father and filial son is staged.

"Hanzi, eat more. You have suffered so much these years. It is your fault." The old patriarch kept giving Hanzi meat. Hanzi accepted all the meat and thought, "Another elder who gives me meat. No, this old man is my father."

The meal lasted for three quarters of an hour until Hanzi was full and went to work as an ironworker.

Under the pavilion in the temple courtyard, the old patriarch sat on his own chair and exclaimed, "This chair is still suitable for me."

"Thank you for your hard work, Patriarch." Yifeng respectfully poured tea for the old patriarch.

"Look at you, you are such a loser. It's not you who decides the reorganization. You are afraid of the ball."

"Anyway, this matter did not pass your approval after all."

"Alright, alright, just pack it up and tell me how to arrange for Xiaobao and the others."

"How about incorporating the relics into the temple guards and letting Xiao Jiu lead them?"

"Are you going to let Xiao Jiu take them out and implement the temple plan?"

"Yeah," Yifeng nodded, picked up the teacup and blew away the boiling hot tea.

"Then let's do it this way." The old patriarch made the decision and looked towards the Forgotten Temple and asked, "Is Liang Shan in seclusion?"

“No.” Yifeng shook his head and said, “After coming out in the morning to pass on spiritual energy to the wolf cub, I returned to the Huawai Taoist Temple to practice. According to Xiaocao, the number of believers has increased rapidly. After you left, Liangshan has been busy with this matter.”

"As for you guys, I really don't know what to say about you. Liangshan is busy, but you should come out from time to time to bask in the sun, look at the stars, and chat."

"You can't blame me for this. I'm so busy that I can't even keep my feet on the ground."

"Okay, okay, I don't blame you. Tell me what's going on at the market. It's only the 6th, why are there so many caravans and hunting teams?"

Yifeng took a sip of tea and then told the story in detail.

"So that's how it is. Then you go and do your work. I'll go burn some incense and invite Liangshan out for a chat." The old patriarch stood up and walked towards the Forgotten Temple.

Yifeng smiled helplessly upon hearing this, then stood up and went about his own business.

The old patriarch did not light incense to call Shang Liangshan, but called Xiaocao, asking him to tell him that they had agreed to watch the stars together in the evening, and then went home.

The old man wants to have a good talk with his deceased partner.

Xiaocao looked at the desolate back of the old patriarch and couldn't help but sigh.

When we part, there is no news at all, and when we meet again, it is like a farewell forever. Only the people involved know these feelings.

This is also the reason why Shang Liangshan did not show up after sensing the old patriarch's return.

Under the moonlight, in the pavilion on the rock peak, Shang Liangshan looked at the sadness in the old patriarch's eyes and couldn't help but say, "My condolences."

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you." The old patriarch smiled bitterly, exhaled a breath of foul air and said: "Compared with other brothers, this result is already good enough. The old man just feels guilty."

"You should feel guilty indeed." Shang Liangshan nodded in agreement.

When the old patriarch heard this, he said angrily, "How can you comfort others like this?"

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. Tell me what you think about the resentment, blood, and corpses collected by the Xuanming Sect leader."

"The dark place." Shang Liangshan spat out two words.

"Why would the monster army do this?"

"Who benefits the most from the Yinbing disaster?"

Upon hearing this, the old patriarch fell into deep thought. After a long while, he finally said, "This is a sinister move that will kill one thousand enemies but injure eight hundred of your own."

"It's hard to say." Shang Liangshan shook his head and said, "The monster army actually dared to do this, so there must be a way to deal with it."

"Were there any casualties among your followers?" the old patriarch changed the subject.

"Thousands of faith threads have been broken. I can vaguely sense that there are less than a hundred faith threads in Jufeng City. Fortunately, the faith has spread, otherwise the temple plan would be stillborn."

"What is the maximum distance of a fanatic?"

"Two thousand miles away, we should have entered the mainland."

"Are there any believers in the villages near Jufeng City?"

"No, and there doesn't need to be. I cut off the thread of their faith to avoid a dispute over faith."

"It turns out that our strength doesn't allow it, otherwise we could have planned to annex it."

"There is no rush. Besides, the number of people in the villages is limited after all. The mainland is a sea of ​​people, so you can travel freely."

The old patriarch nodded without comment, secretly praising Shang Liangshan's foresight, and after thinking for a while asked: "When will the temple plan be launched?"

"Let's talk about it after the ghost robbery is over."

“How many believers are there now?”

"There are nearly 30,000 of them, with hundreds added every day. Most of them are rural believers."

"With such a large number of believers, we can weave a network."

"Those who need nodes and who need to weave the web, take your time." Shang Liangshan said, looking towards the deep starry sky.

The old patriarch nodded silently, then turned to look at the naive child who was carrying firewood, and Yijin and others who were carrying wine and meat behind him.

With the arrival of Yi and others, the rock peak became lively, but compared with the liveliness of the market, it was nothing.

The brightly lit market and the sounds of people drinking were bustling.

The loneliness of the wilderness was shattered into pieces.

It seemed as if even nature couldn't stand the noise anymore. Suddenly, black fog rose from the forest and drifted towards the market.

This anomaly immediately attracted the attention of the patrolling falcons, causing the shouting to pause, and people stood up and looked around.

Such situations have happened frequently in the past few nights, so they are not panicked.

"Ga" Heizi's strange howl came as expected, and a black shadow cut through the sky and rushed straight into the floating black fog.

Before the two sides touched each other, the black flying knife clashed with the black ghost claw.

The "bang bang" sound of energy collision is endless and eye-catching.

The leopard hurriedly climbed up the Beilan Village Gate, looked at the battle in the distant mountains and forests, his eyes fixed, and he murmured, "Grudge."

"Ga" Under the night sky, the black spot in the air ended its tentative attack. With a strange howl, a black wind blew around its body, and it began to condense its ultimate move.

"Jie Jie" the villain's strange howl came from the black fog.

The black fog condensed in response and quickly transformed into a ten-foot-long ghost claw, grabbing towards Heizi who was condensing the black wind.

"Ga" Heizi let out a strange roar, and the black wind condensed into a ten-foot-long wind blade, slashing towards the ten-foot-long ghost claw.

"Boom" the wind blade and the ghost claw collided in the air, causing a deafening roar. The black and cold energy swept across an area of ​​ten meters, and the leaves flew everywhere.