But the world is unpredictable.

Then an incident broke its peaceful and orderly life.

Late that night, thunderstorms and strong winds raged.

The small ruined temple seemed to be uprooted, and it seemed to be washed away by the rain.

Countless muddy leaves were swept by the wind and carried into the dilapidated temple.

The crumbling wooden door was blown and 'clanged', as if it was about to break away from the rotten door frame and smash to the ground in the next moment.

The weasel hid behind the large stone statue, stuck out his head, and turned his two small black eyes to look out the door.

The darkness didn't obstruct its vision, and it saw a strange person approaching slowly in the distance. The man was strange only because he was dressed completely differently from the people he passed by on weekdays.

It was an old man with a goatee about sixty or seventy years old, dressed in a strange robe stained with mud and water.

He carried a long stick with a long cloth banner hanging from it, which was crumpled and wound around the stick because of the rain.

In the midst of the fierce wind and rain, a few thunderbolts flashed in the sky from time to time, lighting up the entire night sky.

The old man braved the wind and rain and stepped into the ruined temple.

No sooner had he entered, than the weasel scurried into his rat hole.

"Hey, there is an unenlightened spider who has cultivated to such a realm!"

The rat in the cave heard the man say this.

There are no other spiders in this ruined temple, just a big black spider, and the old man with the goatee should be his spider neighbor, right?

Could it be that this old man with a goatee also wants to catch a big black spider? He's sure to be tied up into a big white ball by a spider.

Out of curiosity, the weasel sneaked out of the rat hole and poked his head out to look.

But as soon as it showed its head, a big hand fell from the sky, grabbed its head and lifted it up.

The weasel was taken aback and danced to break free, but to no avail.

Suddenly! A huge cobweb swooped down on it.

It's a black spider! Is it trying to save me? It's already smart, isn't it?

The weasel was overjoyed and felt that he would not be alone in the future.

The old man just flicked the stick lightly, and the flying cobwebs were torn apart.

"Haha, it looks like I've been able to catch two nice creatures today. It seems that there is nothing to be afraid of in this fox forbidden land, and the group of juniors are still shouting that there are terrible things here, and they are still too shallow. The old man laughed as he took out a purple-gold ribbon about a few feet long and a few inches wide.

The ribbon seemed to have spirituality, and after flying out of the old man's hand, it rushed towards the black spider.

The spider instinctively burrowed into the cobwebs it had arranged, but the purple-gold ribbon did not give up, and kept following, and as if it had eyes, it skilfully avoided all the cobwebs and chased the spider straight away.

With a bang, the ribbon caught up with the spider and trapped the spider in clusters.

The old man laughed proudly: "Hahaha...... Tonight is really worth the trip, a big harvest! ”

But he didn't have to laugh long.

A scorching smell spread throughout the ruined temple, and the old man suddenly covered his chest, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

"Hmm...... My Ribbon! The old man cried out in pain.

But he didn't have time to feel heartache, because he was greeted by a stormy silk attack.

All the spider silk in the ruined temple seemed to come to life, and they swam, and in a short time surrounded the old man with the weasel.

But the old man didn't panic at all, because in his opinion, these spider silks were just ordinary spider silks, and they couldn't cause him any harm, and I was afraid that even his protective aura couldn't break through, so he didn't have to be afraid at all.

It is true that there is nothing to be afraid of at first, but even if those spider silks are chopped into fine broken silks, they will still attack the old man.

The weasel he was carrying only then realized that the old man was using a wind technique, and those sharp winds were like sharp blades, cutting off all the spider silk around him.

But the old man still misestimated the strength of the black spider, and the weasel had seen other more powerful monks come to capture the black spider before, but all of them returned without exception.

If it weren't for the fact that the black spider didn't eat meat or kill, I'm afraid none of those monks would have been able to leave here safely.

The spider silk is full of spirituality, and it keeps attacking, and it has been consuming the old man's physical strength and spiritual power.

The old man with the goatee also noticed this, and he began to fight and retreat, thinking that if he could catch one of them, he would take the spiritual weasel in his hand first.

But the weasel noticed that the temple gate had been completely blocked.

Strange! Usually the black spider will deliberately set aside this road, so that those people will retreat, today, is it planning to fight to the death with this goatee old man?

The old man held the weasel in one hand and waved a long stick cloth banner in the other, although the sharp wind knife could cut the spider silk, but because the wind gathered into a knife, the spiritual power around him was not so solid, and many fine spider silk were inserted into the needle, and they rushed in from the weak place of spiritual power.

"Oops!" The old man exclaimed.

Because the spider silk that scurried in was dyed dark green, thinking of the magic weapon that had just been corroded, it was not difficult to imagine the horror of this dark green venom.

The old man hurriedly mobilized the spiritual power in his body, but there was too much spiritual energy released, and he had to maintain the offensive of the wind knife, which made the old man a little helpless for a while, and he couldn't be busy!

The old man's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his eyes widened as he watched as the dark green poisonous spider silk like thin needles was about to pierce his face.

At the last moment, he withdrew the wind knife released and turned the offensive into a defensive position, but because those dark green spider silks were too close to him, he could only let the spiritual power cling to himself, so that all the cobs expelled by the wind pressure around him surrounded him and wrapped him in groups.

If you blow up the wind wall, you can expel the spider silk around you, but the old man knows that if he does that, he will definitely not be able to rebuild the defensive wind wall for a while, anyway, according to the situation just now, the speed of building the wind wall by himself is far less than the speed of those spider silks.

"It's a complete suck!" The old man with the goatee lamented, "Could it be that my Hu Banxian is going to be eaten by the spider spirit like this?" ”

"Nope! I can't sit still like this, I can't be wiped out so easily! ”

Goatee shouted, and a strong wind erupted from his body, like a small tornado, spreading out in all directions.

The strong hurricane cleaned the spider's silk so clean that even the door could be seen. Hu Banxian stared at the door tightly, exerting all his strength, pouring all his spiritual power into his footsteps, he jumped forward, like a sharp arrow from a strong bow that had been stored for a long time, and rushed out of the door unstoppably-

"Bang-click-"

A small tree outside the temple was broken by the barricade, and a figure scrambled up from the broken bushes, and as soon as he stood up, he rushed down the slope as if he were running for his life.