Yanshui River, heavy fog, on a small spirit boat.

Shui Yanluo was rowing the boat at the bow, while Xie Liu stood at the stern holding his sword, staring at Mo Hua and the others with a gloomy expression.

Ouyang Feng was healing his wounds, while Hua Qianqian pursed her lips tightly and looked a little worried.

It was an ink painting, with a curious face, looking left and right, as if looking at the scenery on both sides of the river during an outing.

However, it was night and the fog was thick.

There was no scenery for him to see around him.

Mo Hua asked: "Hey, where are we going?"

Xie Liu's forehead jumped.

Mo Hua's relaxed and happy look made him feel angry.

It was as if among this group of people, Shui Yan Luo was the boatman who was rowing the boat, he was the guard holding the sword, and Mo Hua was the young master who was traveling, asking where he wanted to go.

Does this damn brat really know his current situation?

Don’t you have any idea in your mind?

Xie Liu really wished he could kill him with a sword.

But I can't kill him yet.

He does need a few hostages, and when he goes to that place, he needs to take a few live people with him in case of emergency.

Xie Liu suppressed the murderous intention in his heart and could only temporarily let the ink paintings dance in front of his eyes.

Seeing that Xie Liu was ignoring him, Mo Hua turned around and looked at the bow of the ship.

Water Yama is rowing a boat.

Mo Hua stared at Shui Yanluo for a while and said: "You obviously only have one arm, but you can row quite well. Have you often rowed for others before?"

Shui Yanluo took a deep breath and said coldly:

"You'd better shut up."

Mo Hua said: "It's so dull here. If you don't talk, won't you feel bored?"

Shui Yanluo was a little confused, how on earth did this little brat survive so long in the world of cultivation?

Ever since he was little, has no one really wanted to kill him?

Shui Yanluo calmed down and continued rowing.

Mo Hua was bored, so he leaned against the edge of the boat, stretched out his hand on the water surface to see if he could encounter any small whitebait, and told himself a little secret.

Ouyang Feng silently looked at the ink paintings and sighed in his heart.

A Taoist heart is firm and persevering, and will be calm in every big event, and will not be chaotic in the face of change.

Perhaps this is the courage that a person seeking immortality should have.

Three people go together there must be my teacher.

Although Junior Brother Mo is young, he has a lot to learn from him...

Hua Qianqian on the side also had her eyes wandering, secretly looking at the ink paintings, and for some reason she felt a lot more settled.

The group of people drove quietly in the heavy fog.

Only the sound of the ink painting's hands splashing on the water surface echoed quietly.

I don't know how much time passed, but I still hadn't summoned Little Silver Fish's ink painting. My heart suddenly sank. I looked up and saw a hazy and huge thing looming in the heavy fog in front of me.

A strange aura spread slowly.

"This is……"

Mo Hua's pupils shrank slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Sensing the aura in front of him, Shui Yanluo also hesitated for a while, but he thought that the affair of Rouge Boat had been exposed, and a large number of Daotingsi monks were behind him. At this time, the smoke and water were vast, and there was only one place where he could really escape

This is the place before me.

Shui Yanluo gritted his teeth, drove the spirit boat, and continued to move forward.

After a stick of incense, the spirit boat got closer and closer.

The hazy and huge thing in the heavy fog slowly emerged.

It's a big temple.

It is a lonely temple built on the water out of thin air, like a giant water beast.

Mo Hua showed a "shocked" look and asked Shui Yanluo somewhat uneasily:

"What...what is this place? How could such a big temple be built on the water?"

Shui Yanluo sneered.

Little devil, now I know I'm scared.

Where?

This big temple is a place where you, damn brat, will never come back.

Shui Yanluo thought to himself, still looking indifferent on the surface, "You will know when you go in."

Then Shuiyan drove the spirit boat all the way to the front of the temple. There was a long staircase in front of the temple, extending from the temple gate to the waterside.

Shui Yanluo jumped up the steps and looked back at Mo Hua and the others.

Mo Hua didn't move.

Xie Liuben pointed the tip of his sword at him and ordered: "Go up honestly."

"Just go up...Uncle Gu's men are defeated. He can't defeat the golden elixir, but he is quite good at bullying the foundation..." Mo Hua muttered.

Xie Liu's face twitched.

Seeing that he was about to get angry, Mo Hua immediately jumped onto the shore.

Ouyang Feng and Hua Qianqian naturally followed behind Mo Hua.

Finally, it was Xie Liu. He tied up the spirit boat and climbed up the steps.

Then Shui Yanluo was still in front, and Xie Liu, the golden elixir, was behind, "holding" the three people with Mo Hua, and walked along the long steps towards the interior of the magnificent temple.

When he walked to the temple, Mo Hua looked up and saw the red walls and gold tiles that had gone through many storms. There was a large plaque hanging on the eaves of the high door.

On the large plaque, the handwriting is simple and clear, and three large characters are engraved:

Dragon King Temple.

Dragon King...

The ink painting looks shocking.

He only heard that there are many mythical beasts in the world, such as real dragons and real phoenixes, unicorns to ward off evil, the four saints and the four evils, etc.

But he only regarded these as monastic rumors passed down from ancient times. So far, he has never seen them with his own eyes.

But now, there is a "Dragon King Temple" in front of us.

Even if it wasn't a real dragon, but just a river dragon, it would probably be something serious.

While Mo Hua was deep in thought, Shui Yanluo looked around and frowned, "Where are the people guarding the temple?"

Xie Liang released his consciousness and his eyes focused on it, "Transferred?"

Shui Yanluo shook his head slightly, "It's unlikely... This is an important place, how can it be unguarded?"

Xie Liu nodded slightly.

Shui Yanluo looked at the temple door again, his eyes darkened slightly, "I always feel that this temple seems to be different from before. The yin and evil spirits are stronger..."

Xie Liu felt it, but he didn't practice eye skills and knew nothing about souls. He didn't feel anything unusual, so he frowned and said:

"Now that things have come to an end, let's go in and take a look. It's foggy outside the temple, so we can't stay too long."

"Yeah." Shui Yanluo nodded.

He took out a fish bone token, cut his finger, dripped blood on the token, then embedded the token into the mouth of the bronze statue of the monster in front of the temple, bent down and said respectfully:

"The servant is here to make an 'offering' for the Lord God."

There was no movement at the temple gate.

Shui Yanluo didn't dare to make any move.

Xie Liu also held his breath and concentrated.

There are only ink paintings, looking at the temple door expectantly.

After a while, the voice that seemed to be Shui Yanluo reached somewhere and received a response.

Outside the temple gate, there was a flash of blood on the fish bone token.

The bronze statue of the water demon with the fish bones in its mouth trembled, and the eyes of the bronze statue emitted an eerie green light. Then with a dull sound of "bang", the ancient gate of the Dragon King Temple slowly opened.
To be continued...