My rules?”

Gongsun Sheng told the old farmer that he didn't want any more clothes, and told him to go back to the house and hide. Then he discussed with Dai Zong in a low voice: "Although this poisonous smoke is a big disaster, it is nothing to us.

After leaving the village, you can find the gourd where they smoke, and Pindao will wave his sword and cast a spell to force the smoke back."

"But the flying magic weapons that the two brothers Gao Lian and Gao Feng sacrificed should not be underestimated. They are all made of iron and have red hair and red eyes. They can fly four or five feet above the ground. They fly and bite, suck blood and release poison. They are very dangerous."

"Pindao will be able to hold them back later. Brother Dai Zong, you should seize the opportunity to use the art of divine movement and send your seniors some distance away first."

Dai Zong was a little nervous: "The art of divine movement is very inconvenient to use on Taoist Lin. It fails frequently. I don't know how far it can send him."

Gongsun Sheng said: "I think the senior's aura has been able to restrain a little. You can support at least ten miles."

As he spoke, Gongsun Sheng raised his eyes and looked around.

He had just heard from the old farmer that there was a mountain temple nearby, which he could borrow some help from.

Sure enough, there is a lonely black-tiled temple standing on the hill not far to the northwest. Although it is not big, the walls are bluestone bricks that are rare in this area. When it was built, it must have been one of the most popular temples in the country.

This is a major event and has entrusted the wishes of many villagers.

Gongsun Sheng pulled out the ancient sword with pine patterns on his back and pointed towards the temple in the distance.

"Being a god in the mountain, the most powerful and powerful, subduing the evil spirits and monsters, frightening the corpses and evil spirits. Please, mountain god, go on a trip!"

There is a statue of a god standing in the small temple, holding a broad-edged sword in his hand, riding a one-horned tiger on his crotch, and standing on a three-foot-high altar, which is somewhat majestic.

Unfortunately, the paint on the clay sculpture has faded, and there are many cracks where the sword connects to the palm. In a few months, the statue may be disconnected from there.

It has been almost ten minutes since Guan Luoyang appeared in this temple. His current identity is the Taoist priest who manages this small temple.

During this period of time, he inspected it back and forth. It was just a short mountain with a path leading down the mountain. There was no one else in the temple except him. It was ordinary, old and leaky. It didn't look like a snow-clearing Taoist temple.

, there is something about hiding the background.

Suddenly, some unusual movement was heard at the foot of the mountain. Guan Luoyang was about to go out to see it when another muffled thunder sounded in the sky.

The statues in the temple seemed to be commanded by thunder, and their bodies glowed with a layer of golden light.
Chapter completed!