"It was this little kid who made a strange noise that woke us up."

"Later, it was him who reminded us to 'go away'..."

"Otherwise, we may be in danger this time..."

...

The middle-aged monk was a little surprised, "What is the danger in the dilapidated temple?"

The skinny old man was also full of suspicion.

What is the danger?

Why are you possessed by a demon?

Is it the killer of that Taoist?

Why didn't I notice it?

The skinny old man thought about it and was suddenly shocked. He thought of the Taoist who was sitting in the corner of the wall, covered by shadows, and could not be seen clearly in the dilapidated temple.

A ban that cannot be mentioned emerged in his mind.

The skinny old man trembled like a sieve all over his body.

"yes……"

"What is it?" the middle-aged monk said curiously.

The thin old man swallowed the three words "如歌词" into his throat and said, "That person... is a Taoist..."

"Taoist?!"

The "Taoist" of the Demon Sect is extraordinary.

All of them are real, extremely vicious devils!

The middle-aged monk looked stern, but he was still curious, "Which Taoist is it?"

The skinny old man glanced at him coldly, "If I recite his name, all three of us will die, and it will definitely be ugly!"

The scene of the dilapidated temple just now emerged again.

The middle-aged monk drew his sword and committed suicide. Young Master Yun killed himself with his sword, and the thin old man sucked his flesh and blood...

When the three of them thought of this, their faces turned pale.

The middle-aged monk didn't dare to ask again.

The thin old man frowned and thought, and suddenly felt a sense of understanding. He suddenly realized and said in surprise: "Yes!"

The middle-aged monk was stunned, "What's wrong?"

The skinny old man was ups and downs and hurriedly said, "Do you remember when we entered Nanyue City and found that the corpse was filled with energy. After I calculated the calculation, I said what I said?"

The middle-aged monk thought for a while and shook his head and said:

"You are long-winded and whispering, and you are talking so many things. How can I remember what you said?"

Mr. Yun thought, "Senior Wen, are you talking about... good fate?"

He vaguely remembered what the skinny old man said:

"I occasionally feel a little scared..."

"It seems that there is a terrifying road ahead, extremely dangerous, and life and death are unpredictable."

"If we can suppress the corpse mine and save the monks from Nanyue City, or even the state, we may be able to make a good relationship. In the future, we will have a glimmer of hope for a desperate situation that will last forever..."

The skinny old man's eyes froze, "Now it seems that this cause and effect is the one that depends on this little kid!"

"If we had not helped us in Nanyue City, we had not helped us, we had not calmed down the corpse chaos, we had not made such a good relationship, and we would not know this little kid..."

"Then today, there is no such little kid to save us..."

"We all have no place to die!"

The middle-aged monk and Master Yun were shocked.

The thin old man sighed a little, "Cause and effect are good and evil, drink and peck. Mr. Zhuang gave us a chance to make a choice, which is equivalent to giving us a glimmer of hope..."

Mr. Zhuang...

The three of them felt both mysterious and complicated in their hearts.

After a moment, Master Yun remembered something and suddenly said anxiously:

"If that Taoist is a big devil, then brother Mo..."

The skinny old man shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Don't think about it, we can't protect ourselves, let alone think about saving that little kid..."

Master Yun showed ashamed.

The thin old man comforted:

"Don't worry, he is Mr. Zhuang's disciple, so there should be no trouble..."

In the ruined temple, the ink painting's eyes are bright and the little face is blushing. The picture of grilling fish and sweet potatoes is floating in my mind again.

The thin old man sighed in his heart.

It turns out to be Mr. Zhuang’s disciple, and his mind is indeed strong...

Walking with... a big devil like Taoist, I still have the leisure to grill things there to eat...

Moreover, even if he violated the taboo of "Taoist" and saved his three people, the "Taoist" was not angry and even let them go...

The skinny old man found it a little incredible.

In their lineage, they are proficient in the algorithms of Tianji, and have always heard of the evil name of the Taoist.

That Taoist has never been easy to meet.

I have never seen him, and I have been so "tolerant" to anyone, or even "responsible"...

The thin old man sighed: "Auspicious people will have their own appearance, so we should... go back now."

Young Master Yun is still worried.

The middle-aged monk was stunned, "Go back? Where to go?"

The skinny old man said angrily: "Where comes from, where to go!"

The middle-aged monk was very anxious, "Where is the opportunity? We have been struggling for so long..."

The skinny old man sneered, "Don't you understand? This matter is no longer something we can get involved..."

"Or it's not something we can get involved in!"

"We are just a chess piece to find out the news. Now that the news has been passed back, there will naturally be people from above to plan this matter."

"The land of Dalishan will sooner or later become a slaughterhouse."

"If we stay, we will have no way out!"

The middle-aged monk frowned and said, "Because of the Xuan Demon Ancestor?"

The thin old man sighed: "More than..."

He looked back at the ruined temple, and his eyes were covered with a layer of darkness and fear.

"When the Taoist comes, it means that the real demons of the Demonic Dao are also coming..."

Although the Demon Sect was suppressed by the Dao Ting and hiding for many years, it has a strong power. Of course, it is impossible that the only one is the Old Demon, the Old Demon Ancestor of the Eternal Realm.

All three of them understand this.

But in the face of opportunity, the middle-aged monk was still a little hesitant.

The skinny old man snorted coldly, "I don't care whether you want to leave or not, I'm leaving anyway."

The middle-aged monk was stunned, then frowned and said, "How can you leave? We agreed that I have given you a lot of spirit stones..."

"I will return the spirit stone to you."

The middle-aged monk looked entangled and struggled for a long time before sighing: "Not me, I can't bear to leave these spirit stones..."

"Forget it, just go."

He also knew that with the old man's calculations, he could escape danger along the way.

Without the old man, he may not be able to walk out of Dali Mountain alive by himself.

He doesn't want the spirit stone anymore, just treat it as a good relationship.

The middle-aged monk was a little disappointed, "I originally wanted to get an opportunity and change my life. Now...ah, I'd better go back to Qianzhou and be my teacher honestly..."

He followed the old man and walked back.

After a few steps, the thin old man suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at the ruined temple, bowed deeply with a solemn expression, and said sincerely in his heart:

"I hope my friend will turn bad luck into good luck, and the road will be boundless!"

"If Ri has the chance, I will repay this life-saving grace!"
To be continued...