Seeing that what Yuan Shouyi said was true, I couldn't help but secretly tease him.

What's so scary about this sheep?

Yuan Shou stroked his beard and showed a serious look on his face.

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas, Xishan Jing, records that there is a beast on the hills of Kunlun. It looks like a sheep and has four horns. It is called a soil mole, and it eats people.

As the saying goes, the dragon vein of the world originates from Kunlun. Kunlun Mountain is the ancestor of all mountains, spanning the four regions of Western Shu, Qinghe, Tibet, and Northern Xinjiang.

Cangwu Mountain also belongs to the remnants of the Kunlun Mountains, so it is not uncommon to find such strange beasts among them.

How can a mere wolf demon be able to deal with the ancient beasts that have survived to this day?"

I frowned, never expecting that such a ferocious beast existed in the world.

"Senior Brother Song, don't worry, it's just an ancient beast. With the help of our uncle, we will turn it into a roasted whole lamb sooner or later."

Song Tao looked bitter and shook his head.

"If it was just a strange beast, it would be easy to handle.

But now besides this earthworm, there is a bigger trouble.

Last night, for unknown reasons, there was a strange movement in the world from Cangwu Mountain.

The mountains and rivers shook, and the wind and clouds surged.

Deep in Cangwu Mountain there is a green light that shoots straight into the sky and can be seen hundreds of miles away.

Rumors are spreading wildly in the spiritual world, saying that there is a treasure in Cangwu Mountain.

It was still dark, but many people from the Taoist sect had already arrived in the town, and they were all big shots.

Although they are here for Nanli Fire Soul, it is difficult not to be tempted when faced with a treasure like Nanli Fire Soul."

Yuan Shou looked solemn and touched his chin.

"It's really a leaky house and it rains all night! I haven't even taken off my pants yet, and a bunch of shit-eating dogs have already smelled it, so I'm not afraid of choking.

Tell me, which shit-eating dogs have such smart noses?"

Song Tao looked embarrassed. I'm afraid it was Yuan Shouyi who had the courage to call those big shots that way.

"There are Master Yan Feng from Qingcheng Mountain, Guyan Taoist from Maoshan Sect, and the Great Lama of Samsara Ming King Dhaka from Tibetan Tantric Sect.

Even the Ghost Bones of the Xie Yue Sect are here.

Except for the three families in the northeast and Longhu Mountain, the entire spiritual world has not sent anyone here, and everyone else who should come has come."

Yuan Shou's expression darkened and he couldn't help but uttered a curse word.

"It's really difficult to calculate the difference between people. I came a day late and there are so many shit-eating dogs."

Among the people mentioned by Song Tao, the only one whose name I have heard is Taoist Guyan of the Maoshan Sect. This person ranks ninth among the top ten heavenly masters today.

As for the other people, I have never even heard their names.

"Senior Brother Song, have these people entered the mountains now?"

Song Tao shook his head.

"That's not true. There are many violent poisonous miasmas outside Cangwu Mountain, which will not dissipate until noon.

The Kunlun Mountains are all flight restricted areas, and no one is allowed to make an exception.

Heavenly Masters are also human beings, and they are also unable to resist the invasion of poisonous miasma. Now they are all drinking tea in teahouses in the town."

Although I don't understand what this so-called flying restricted area is about, even Yuan Shouyi gave up flying with his sword.

Come to think of it, the restriction of this flight restricted area is still very strong, which means that no one can enter Cangwu Mountain until the poisonous miasma dissipates.

Miasma?

"Uncle, there are still almost two hours until noon. Maybe I can enter Cangwu Mountain first."

Yuan Shou rolled his eyes and nodded slightly.

"This is a feasible method. I almost forgot that your kid is naturally immune to poison.

It’s just that Cangwu Mountain is very dangerous, can you do it alone?”

"Master, don't worry, now that I have integrated the Yinshan Talisman, I have enough ability to protect myself.

I will leave marks along the way and be careful."

While we were talking, suddenly a talisman floated from a distance.

"Fat Yuan, it's really been a long time since I last saw you. I didn't expect you to be alarmed.

It just so happens that one of the three is missing, why don't you come up and play a trick?"

A slightly teasing laugh came from the paper man.

"I'm afraid if you don't succeed, you may even lose your crotch pants."

Yuan Shou raised his sleeves, and the paper man turned into ashes with a roar.

"We just entered the town, and now there are many pairs of eyes staring at us.

I'll hold off those old guys later, and you'll find another chance to escape."

I scanned the surrounding area, and sure enough, there were several hidden auras in the dark.

"Let's go! Come with me to the teahouse to meet these old guys."

Yuan Shou put his hands behind his back and walked towards the town.

Song Tao and I looked at each other and hurried up.

In the center of the town, there is a two-story teahouse.

The sun had just risen, and the teahouse was already crowded.

The waiter was busy carrying the teapot upstairs and downstairs.

The costumes of these people are also varied, some are wearing blue monk robes, some are wearing black mountain gowns, and many are wearing monk's robes.

Song Tao and I followed Yuan Shouyi and went straight to the second floor.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the lobby on the first floor, the second floor is much cleaner.

There were four distinct groups of people sitting in front of a few scattered tea tables.

Near the stairs, there was a table of great lamas sitting, all of them probably from Tibetan Tantric Buddhism.

Sitting by the wall on the left were seven or eight figures wearing blue Taoist robes. The outfits of these people were familiar to me, and they were naturally members of the Maoshan Sect.

Next to the window were five or six figures in plain robes, who should be from Qingcheng Mountain in Western Sichuan.

As for the innermost corner, there were five or six figures in black robes sitting, looking out of place with everyone else.

There is an obvious crescent moon totem on their black robes. There is no doubt that these are demons of the Evil Moon Sect.

A mahjong table has been set up in the middle, and people are already sitting in all three directions, leaving only the south seat empty.

"Fat Yuan, can you hurry up? I'm waiting for you."

An old man wearing a plain gown waved impatiently.

This old man has a purple jade face, long hair shawl, and a purple jade hairpin on his head.

It is not difficult to tell from the voice that he is the person who just used the paper manikin to convey the voice.

"Junior brother Lin, this person is Master Yan Feng, the head coach of Qingcheng Mountain in Western Shu. He ranks eighth among the top ten heavenly masters.

Even though the two of them are always at odds with each other, Master Yan Feng actually has a good personal relationship with his uncle."

Sitting on the left side of Yan Feng was an old Taoist with a green robe and a gray beard. This old Taoist had a dark complexion and a look of murderous intent.

There is also an iron sword that exudes an ancient atmosphere on his back. At first glance, he looks like the kind of master who is ruthless and doesn't talk much.

He should be Taoist Guyan from the Maoshan Sect.

After I went upstairs, Taoist Guyan kept looking at me. It seemed that he already knew about the Yinshan Talisman.

Directly opposite Yan Feng, there sat an old man with a haggard look and sunken eye sockets. He had a strong aura of death and darkness on his body.

The Ghost Bones of Xie Yue Sect.

"Fat Yuan, you came too late.

All the good positions have been picked, and they said that if you want your butt to face south, you will lose endlessly."

Yan Feng teased with a slight smile.

"Playing cards is not about talking. The real gambling saint of Mai Sect does not exist!"

Yuan Shou pulled out the chair and sat down directly, making a creaking sound.

"It doesn't seem like today is the Ghost Festival! You old ghost, are you in a hurry to crawl out of the grave to ask for luck?"

Yuan Shouyi's eyes glanced around the three people, and finally landed on the old ghost Yougu.

"Master Yuan, be careful what you say.
To be continued...