Xiao Yu also followed them out of Wu's hometown and walked towards the helicopter.

As for Baiyun Temple, Mr. Wu only knew the general direction. He had never been there due to his physical reasons, so he didn't know where Baiyun Temple was. Therefore, they also asked Bai San to follow them and lead them.

The helicopter drove westward, bypassed several hills, passed a small county town, and came to a small hillside, under which was a town of not small size.

Xiao Yu and his helicopters were parked in a farmland outside the town.

Xiao Yu and the others got off the helicopter and looked at the hill ahead. The Taoist temple was at the top of the mountain. Just now, Xiao Yu and the others had already seen the Taoist temple on the plane.

It is said to be a small Taoist temple, but in fact it has four or five rooms, just like a small farmyard.

Mr. Li asked Bai Qiyue, Bai San, Mr. Wu, Xiao Yu, and Zhang Dahai to stay on the plane, and they could just go there. In their opinion, if the other party was more powerful than the old guys like them, they would not have stayed in the deep mountains.

After hearing Mr. Li's words, Mr. Wu firmly opposed it. He had to go to this matter. His ancestor, a yin man, was yin once. He was very unwilling to accept it. Therefore, he had to go this time.

In desperation, Li Suijun agreed to Mr. Wu's request. Although Mr. Wu had not fully recovered, his actions were completely unhindered. Although he lacked an arm and a leg, his crutch and his extraordinary strength made this small hillside without any pressure.

Li Suijun and the others did not let Xiao Yu go. Although Xiao Yu's strength was good and there was that strange and unpredictable golden needle, he was a little weak in the eyes of Li Suijun and others. Moreover, there was no need to go to so many people. Mr. Wu beat him up alone, let alone so many of them now.

Because Mr. Wu was injured, his strength has not increased much in recent years, but Mr. Li and the others are different. Their current strength is much higher than Mr. Wu, so they don’t take that person seriously at all.

Although the mountain is not high, it is still several hundred meters. Li Suijun and the others did not find a way to go up the mountain, and ran up straight at the foot of the mountain. Because there was thick snow on the ground, they ran up the snow without any scruples. Because Mr. Wu's body was inconvenient, two old men kept supporting him, one foot thick of snow. But after they ran up from here, they only left about two centimeters of footprints.

"I want to rest for a while, don't disturb me!" Xiao Yu said to Bai Qiyue, Zhang Dahai and the others, then closed his eyes and lay on his seat to calm down.

After hearing Xiao Yu's words, Zhang Dahai showed a hint of embarrassment on his face. Before Xiao Yu's body recovered, he was pulled over by their master and apprentice, so after Xiao Yu finished speaking, he sat next to Xiao Yu and silently guarded him.

After Xiao Yu closed his eyes and sat in his seat, his ghost instantly left his body and passed through the roof of the plane and floated into the air.

Xiao Yu drifted towards the black mist that he had sealed with a talisman not far ahead. When he arrived in front of the black mist, Xiao Yu danced lightly with his hands, and a trace of golden light flashed on his fingers.

"Boom..." As Xiao Yu's fingers danced, the talisman wrapped in black mist dissipated.

After the black mist disappeared from the talismans around him, it suddenly drifted towards the top of the mountain, and Xiao Yu's ghost followed behind the undead aura and also drifted towards the top of the mountain.

Xiao Yu and his team's speed was faster than Li Suijun and his team. Therefore, although Xiao Yu set out later than Li Suijun and his team, he reached the top of the mountain almost at the same time as them. This was the result of Xiao Yu following the black mist. If only Xiao Yu himself, he would probably be able to float to the top of the mountain in just a few breaths.

When the black mist came to the Taoist temple at the top of the mountain, he ran into a side room and disappeared.

After Li Suijun and the others arrived at the top of the mountain, several people flashed to the roof and yelled loudly: "Come in the house, come out and see me!"

The voices of Li Suijun and others were like the sound of muffled thunder on the empty mountaintop.

Inside the house, a middle-aged man in his fifties was sitting cross-legged on the earthen kang, with a smug smile on his face. He was holding a doll in his hand, with a few bamboo sticks inserted into the doll, and a black mist was floating in the air.

After seeing the black fog, the middle-aged man pulled off the bamboo sticks from the doll. After he pulled out the bamboo sticks, a small black fog floated from the doll.

After this black mist floated out of the doll, it seemed to be floating in the air and the large black mist was attracted to each other, and quickly drifted towards the large black mist. Soon, two black mists merged into one piece.

After seeing the two fogs merged into one, the man took out a porcelain jar from behind, then clamped a talisman with the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, pinched a finger gesture, and silently recited the spell in his mouth.

Soon, the porcelain jar seemed to generate a suction force, sucking the black mist into the porcelain jar.

The black mist seemed to have consciousness and was very reluctant to go in, trying to break free from the suction force, but the suction force was very strong and could not be countered by the black mist. Therefore, the black mist was soon sucked into the porcelain jar.

The middle-aged man saw that the black mist was sucked into the porcelain jar, so he picked up a lid from the side to cover the porcelain jar, and then took the talisman clamped on his fingers and stuck it on the lid of the porcelain jar.

As soon as he sealed the porcelain jar, a loud shout like thunder came from outside.

The middle-aged man heard the sound of thunder-like sound and his face changed drastically. He looked around and saw the road that he had not gone out. He gritted his teeth and got off the bed and walked outside.

Mr. Li and his friends stood on the roof and looked at the side room where the middle-aged man was. They had already felt that the person was in that room, so they were not afraid of the person running away. There were so many people here, and if this person could really escape, they would have been in vain for so many years.

Suddenly, Li Suijun, who was standing on the roof, suddenly looked up at the sky, but when he saw that there was nothing in the air, he suddenly showed a trace of doubt on his face and looked up from time to time.

It turned out that just now, his soul once again felt that made him tremble. This feeling was exactly the same as what he felt at Old Wu’s house just now.

But when he saw the empty sky, he was also very confused. Is it an illusion? It shouldn't be! This feeling also moved from a distance.

Xiao Yu's ghost was floating in the air, looking at everything in the yard. He could no longer feel the undead aura. When he was about to look down, he suddenly felt a look at him.

Xiao Yu looked down and saw Li Suijun looking at him, which shocked him. Could it be that Li Suijun could see his ghost?

However, Xiao Yu then saw the confused look on Li Suijun's face. Xiao Yu pondered for a moment and floated to the other side. As soon as Xiao Yu went to the other side, Li Suijun's eyes also followed, but the doubt on his face became stronger and stronger.

Xiao Yu thought for a moment and restrained the aura brought by his ghost. After he restrained the aura, he flashed over Li Suijun again.

This time, Li Suijun's eyes did not move with Xiao Yu's ghost movement, but stood there blankly.

The aura he had just sensed that made him tremble disappeared in an instant. No matter how he felt it, it was really an illusion? At this time, even Li Suijun was not sure whether the feeling just now was true or false.

It was not that he had thought about those who practiced the Qimen, but he had seen many of these Qimen, and those who practiced the Qimen did not make him feel this way. He even heard of ghosts from those who practiced the gods, and even those who helped him open the eyes of the heavens and let him see ghosts.

Those who practiced the cultivation also told him that ghosts could not approach him, and these people also used the ghosts they raised to do experiments. Not only did these ghosts not dare to approach him, but if these practitioners forcibly urged the ghosts to approach him, these ghosts would be completely dissipated by the vigorous qi and blood on his body.

"Who are you? Why are you here in my Taoist temple?" While Li Suijun was thinking about something, a voice suddenly sounded in the yard.

"Hehe...boy, you still know me!" Seeing the person standing in the yard, Old Wu sneered.

The middle-aged man heard Mr. Wu’s voice and turned his head to look in the direction of Mr. Wu. Seeing Mr. Wu standing there, his whole body suddenly froze. He looked at Mr. Wu with horror and shouted: “You...you are not dead….”

When Li Suijun and the others on the roof heard the man's words, they immediately understood that it was this man who caused Mr. Wu. So after he said this, Li Suijun and the others jumped down from the roof.

"It's you!" Old Wu said coldly.

When the middle-aged man saw Li Suijun and others jumped off the roof, his face changed. It was difficult to deal with only one Wu Lao, let alone the look of these people jumped down easily, but there was no simple person.

"Who are these people? How come there are so many old monsters suddenly?" Looking at Li Suijun and the others, the man thought to himself.

Xiao Yu stood in the air and looked at the middle-aged man. He saw that he did not see himself, and the heaven and earth energy in his body was also very thin, and he knew that he was just a beginner.
Chapter completed!