Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 414 Main Theme

"Elder." Liu Weizi waited until the old clansman and Taoist Xuan Ce had finished their romantic affair before he stepped forward to greet them.

With a "pa" sound, Taoist Xuan Ce patted Liu Weizi's shoulder and said with a hearty smile: "You have gained weight again."

After hearing this, Liu Weizi couldn't help but show an embarrassed expression.

"Hehe, being able to eat is a blessing. Taoist priest, whatever you want to eat, I will make it right away. You don't know that I didn't have a full dinner until I knew you were coming, so I have been waiting for this meal." Yihuohan said with a smile.

"Oh, then the old Taoist needs to order more dishes. Let's put it this way, Xiaohuo, you get ready to drink until dawn, and we won't go home until we are drunk." Taoist Xuan Ce said with a smile.

"Okay." Yihuo responded happily, and without saying a word he jumped off the cliff to prepare.

This made Taoist Xuan Ce stunned, then he smiled and started chatting with Shang Liangshan who came forward, expressing his praise continuously.

After two cups of tea, Shang Liangshan asked Taoist Xuan Ce about the current situation on the mainland.

"It's very chaotic." Taoist Xuan Ce said solemnly, "More and more Nine Nether forces are entering the Borderland Continent along with the ghost beasts, causing trouble."

"We, the human race, are forced to band together for warmth and enter a preliminary standoff with them."

"It stands to reason that this would be a good thing, but people are greedy and are constantly scheming against each other. Everyone wants to weaken the other so that they can annex the other. Some even collude with the Nine Nether forces to make the situation even more chaotic."

...Shang Liangshan and others fell silent upon hearing this. This is the bad nature of human beings.

As the ghost beast wreaked havoc again, fighting broke out in the mountains and forests.

The Iron Wolf Riders galloped through the depths of the dense forest. Clad in jet-black leather armor, they seemed to blend into the night.

They held strong bows with arrows drawn on the strings, ready to shoot at any time.

They were riding on jet-black mechanical wolves, which gleamed coldly in the moonlight, as if they were messengers of death.

They ran like the wind, leading the Iron Wolf Cavalry through the dense forest, looking for traces of the enemy.

Suddenly, a low roar was heard, breaking the silence of the night.

The Iron Wolf Riders immediately became alert, they knew that this was a signal from the enemy.

I saw a group of ferocious beasts similar to badgers rushing out from the darkness. They had fierce eyes and exposed fangs, like evil spirits from hell.

They roared and rushed towards the Iron Wolf Riders, as if they wanted to devour them.

The Iron Wolf Riders responded calmly. They quickly adjusted their formation and prepared to fight against this group of ferocious ghost beasts.

Their arrows shot at the enemy like a rainstorm, catching the ghost beasts off guard.

However, these ghost beasts were extremely tough. They continued to move forward under the rain of arrows, as if they felt no pain.

Seeing this, the Iron Wolf Riders urged their mechanical wolves to charge at the enemy.

They were like a black torrent, roaring and rushing towards the herd of ghost beasts.

The Iron Wolf Riders brandished their long swords and engaged in close combat with the ghost beasts. Their figures intertwined in the moonlight, making a harsh metal collision sound, like lightning in a storm.

This is just a microcosm of the battlefield. There are a total of six Iron Wolf Cavalry fighting in the mountains and forests.

They encountered rampant ghost groups one after another and engaged in battles with them, which was like a thrilling life-and-death battle.

Then, the encounter was just the beginning. As the scope of the ghost beast's rampage expanded, the guerrilla forces in the rural villages and mountain strongholds also confronted it.

Staged a series of thrilling battles.

In the narrow valley, thousands of militiamen in leather armor were lying in ambush quietly. Their breathing blended with the surrounding air, as if they had become the guardians of this land.

Their eyes were firm and sharp, and their hands were tightly grasped with weapons, ready for the coming battle.

Suddenly, a low roar broke the silence of the valley, and a group of ghost beasts slowly entered the trap.

Their eyes flashed with a dark green light and their fangs were exposed, as if foreshadowing the bloodbath that was about to happen.

The militiamen's heartbeats quickened, but they remained silent, like hunters lurking in the darkness, waiting for the best opportunity to launch an attack.

Just as the ghost beast entered the ambush circle, the bed machine crossbow took the lead in launching an attack.

A sharp piercing sound was heard, and the arrows from the crossbow shot towards the enemy like a rainstorm, like thousands of arrows fired at the same time, with magnificent momentum.

The ghost beasts were caught off guard by the sudden attack. They fled in panic but soon fell into chaos.

Immediately afterwards, dense arrows came down like dark clouds, covering the sky and the earth like a rain of arrows.

The militiamen were scattered in all directions like stars, and arrows shot out from their bows like raindrops, landing densely on the ghost beasts.

Some arrows penetrated the skin of the ghost beasts, while others pierced into their internal organs.

The ghost beasts let out shrill screams, as if wailing about their own fate.

They struggled and tried to escape from this nightmarish attack, but were forced into nowhere by the rain of arrows from the militia.

However, the militiamen did not give them any chance.

They pursued the victory like tigers, waving swords and rushing towards the enemy.

For a moment, the valley was filled with shouts and the sounds of weapons clashing. Blood and mud mixed together, forming a tragic picture, like a picture of hell.

After a fierce battle, the militiamen finally wiped out the ghost beasts.

They gasped and looked at the corpses on the ground, their hearts filled with joy of victory, as if they were warriors who had defeated the devil.

This victory is not only a testament to their courage, but also an affirmation of their wisdom and unity.

In the new town of the temple, old men and women were clearing the land along the river bank, while young men were building round fences, planting thorn bushes, and setting traps.

This is the scene around the temple. Further away, groups of militiamen, led by spirit guards, began to gradually eliminate the ghost beasts.

Both fierce fighting and resumption of production became the main theme for a period of time, like passionate music played on this land.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye we have entered August. Time flies like an arrow, never stopping day or night.

The tranquil Taoist temple is even better than a paradise on earth. It is like a secret place isolated from the world, surrounded by lush fruit trees and medicinal fields, with clear streams flowing, like a secret place isolated from the world, like a silver chain winding in the valley.

By the stream, there are hidden stone chambers gently entwined by vines. They seem to be treasures of nature, lying quietly in the long river of time like sleeping giants.

Among these stone chambers, one is particularly conspicuous.

It exudes an aura of benevolence and gives people a sense of vicissitudes and mystery, like an ancient mystery waiting for people to solve.

Inside the stone chamber, it is dark and quiet, with only a few rays of sunlight shining in through the stone windowsills, creating mottled light and shadows, like a mysterious painting.