[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that Mu Qing thought that there was indeed someone in the city who could become a native person, but this person knew him and made Mu Qing embarrassed. After the Golden Horse Mountain, Hongyu was reminded by the old ghost of Dongxiang that she knew that the Buddha's bones could save her from danger and leave. Not long after she left, the mountain god of Yuantong Mountain rushed over. It turned out that this mountain god had come to unite with the old ghost of Dongxiang to deal with the Immortal Dao. Unexpectedly, the old ghost of Dongxiang was reluctant not to say it, and said that this was a death. The attitude of the old ghost of Dongxiang angered the mountain god of Yuantong Mountain, and in a fit of anger, the mountain god of Yuantong Mountain no longer gave face to the old ghost of Dongxiang, and bluntly asked him if he was afraid? And Mu Qingming took his disciple Ah Hong straight to Tanhua Temple, but he was not in a hurry to enter the temple, and kept wandering outside the mountain gate. 】

The stunned Yuantong Mountain God, his eyes slowly widened.

The incredulous gaze shot forward like a sharp arrow, and pounced on the old ghost who was trying to avoid her gaze, and turned his head to look at the old ghost on the side.

The night breeze blew across the wilderness, whistling tirelessly.

The crazy weeds rustled in the wind, which made the old ghost upset when he heard it.

"You're scared." After a long time, the incredible gaze in the eyes of the god of Yuantong Mountain did not decrease but increased, and then stared at the old ghost of Dongxiang, and asked word by word: "Are you afraid?" ”。

"Yes." The old ghost with trembling lips trembled slightly, and said in a trembling voice: "They are very powerful, they have always been strong and vicious. ”。

Two lines of muddy tears burst out of the eyes of the old ghost of Dongxiang who did not escape this question, the memories that kept appearing in his mind, the memories before and after his death, and those memories of becoming the god of Jinma Mountain and encountering the path of eternal life, all caused the old ghost of Dongxiang to tremble constantly.

The fear of the Immortal Dao, he didn't want to experience it for the third and fourth time.

"You know what? Now they are doing what God should do for us, and they are fighting against the way of immortality, and it is actually a group of people. The people we should be protecting. The relieved Yuantong Mountain God did not question the old ghost of Dongxiang again, nor did he blame him, but just said to the old ghost of Dongxiang bitterly: "Look at what we have done in the past few hundred years?" We have nothing to do, we stand by and watch, and we don't deserve to be a god at all. ”。

"Did they ask you to invite me?" Suddenly, the old ghost asked. It's just that he hasn't turned his head around, and he's still trying to avoid the gaze of the mountain god of Yuantong Mountain.

"It's not." The mountain god of Yuantong Mountain, who was interrupted by him, was very annoyed, but still endured and said, "They didn't do it, they planned to face this group of evil people alone." Because of this, after thinking about it, I felt guilty and ashamed, so I joined the other mountain gods and wanted to join this group. At least we can help them secretly, and we won't be ashamed of the faith that humans have in us, right? ”。

"We will die, we will die once we mix and enter. Have you forgotten how the mountain god of Long Worm Mountain and the mountain god of West Mountain died? The old ghost finally turned his head, his tearful eyes looked at the god of Yuantong Mountain, and said in a trembling voice: "We are gods, but we are not as omnipotent as human beings imagine. We are no longer who we used to be, we will grow old and we will die. And after thousands of years and hundreds of years of vicissitudes, we still have a few catties and taels left in our ability, don't you know? ”。

Hearing this, the eyes of the god of Yuantong Mountain once again flashed with an incredible gaze, and when he looked up and down at the old ghost of Dongxiang who was still crying, the old ghost of Dongxiang said again: "Isn't it good to spend your old age in peace?" ”。

"Watching the world come to an end, watching the wicked enslave or maim those who believe in us?" The god of Yuantong Mountain widened his eyes and asked in a daze.

I didn't think about it, but the answer in exchange was a slow nod after a little thought, and then opened his trembling lips and said, "Anyway, few people believe in us." They only believe in the clay statues in the temples and let them save them. ”。

"So, that's why you told Changshengdao how to recruit the Emperor Mother of Heli?" After glancing back at the stone horse behind him, which only had half a face, the mountain god of Yuantong Mountain turned around, continued to look at the old ghost of Dongxiang, his eyes were full of anger, and asked word by word: "Is this the reason why they split half of your golden face, and you are afraid to tell them about the evil magic that plagued the human people?" ”。

When she mentioned the half of Shi Ma's face, the old ghost of Dongxiang remembered the evil smile of the immortal Dao again, and trembled. But this time he didn't have the courage to put his head on the head.

It's not because what the Yuantong Mountain God said is not the truth, on the contrary, it is precisely because it is the truth that he doesn't have the courage to nod again.

That was the only stain on him as a mountain god.

"Do you know what happened to that girl? Do you know how many people's lives are the human brain porridge she drank? The god of Yuantong Mountain, who stood up, snorted coldly, and cast a disdainful look at the old ghost who was still sitting on the ground: "No wonder human beings have a saying, the older the rivers and lakes, the less courageous they are." Today I finally saw it, and this sentence is indeed true. ”。

The mountain god of Yuantong Mountain stopped his tears from the old ghost of Dongxiang, but he saw fear and panic in his red eyes. She knew that she didn't have to bother to talk anymore, fear had penetrated into the bone marrow of the old ghost, and no matter how much she persuaded her, it was useless.

He didn't plan to persuade him anymore, so he took a step forward, stood still and turned his back to the old ghost of Dongxiang and said with some disappointment: "If you don't want to, forget it, hide in your stone statue and golden body, and spend your old age with guilt and shame." ”。

The old ghost of Dongxiang couldn't see the expression of the god of Yuantong Mountain, but he could read the disappointment in the other party's heart, which made him feel even more guilty for a while.

"I advise you not to mix with each other, our faces are the same, as long as you mix in this matter, it is a death. There is not even a glimmer of life. The old ghost of Dongxiang, who was ashamed to lower his head, looked up at Yuantong Mountain and said urgently.

This is also the reason why he is reluctant to mix; Not only do men have their own lives, but so does God. These mountain gods are different from Ruby, Ruby has a glimmer of life, but they don't. And he hurriedly reminded the gods of Yuantong Mountain, all because of hundreds of years of friendship. And the old ghost doesn't want them to die in vain.

"So what? We are not only gods to be believed in, but also guardians of the land. The god of Yuantong Mountain didn't want to think about it, so he replied sonorously: "Shouldering such a heavy responsibility, we can die for the city we guard, and we are worthy of the title of god." ”。

After speaking, he got into the soil and disappeared in front of the old ghost of Dongxiang.

The wind was blowing again, the weeds were swaying again, and the sound of the night wind in the wilderness had somehow become a little sharp and terrible.

"If you can die for the city we guard, you can deserve the title of god......" The old ghost of Dongxiang, who was still stunned in place, felt guilty churning in his chest, he stared blankly at the place where the mountain god of Yuantong Mountain disappeared, and repeated this sentence in a low voice in the weeds......

Mu Qingming took Ah Hong, used the Concealment Spell and quietly went out of the city, heading towards Tanhua Temple. But he didn't use the soil to shrink the ground charm, nor did he use the land shrinking into inches technique, and he slowed down as much as possible.

He was very confused in his heart, and he didn't know what to say to the leper monk when he met him.

At the beginning, the leper monk was innocently suffered, but it was Mu Qingming who saved him. Although it was the leper monk who agreed to take Tai Sui, after all, Tai Sui was taken out by Mu Qingming, and his current creation was also created by Mu Qingming.

Now Mu Qingming wants him to sacrifice again, this thing is too embarrassing.

If there is only arrangement in the underworld, it is the invisible hand of fate that pushes him into such an embarrassing situation, Mu Qingming is now eager to break the hand of fate.

The good situation was not pushed, but he was pushed into such an embarrassing situation.

Without saying a word, thinking wildly for a long time, Mu Qingming finally came to his destination.

At night, Mu Qingming saw the unique entrance of Tanhua Temple, which was in front of him. The mountain gate of the four-pier three-door archway-style building is there, and the glazed corner treasure roof is immersed in the darkness of the night. And the red wall of the closed window on both sides is that the building is completely different from the more generous and spectacular Yuantong Temple, and everything is a small and exquisite Tanhua Temple.

Mu Qingming could have stepped forward directly, crossed the top of the mountain gate, and flew into the courtyard. But the guilt in his heart made him stop in front of the door and didn't act for a long time.

"Master." Ah Hong, who was calling softly beside him, asked cautiously, "Do you want me to call the door?" ”。

Mu Qingming shook his head slowly, frowned, and walked slowly in front of the silent mountain gate. After a while, I was a little dazzled by Ah Hong.

He was still guilty; Not only because it was difficult to speak to the leper monk, but also because what if after saying it, the leper monk really had the mercy to cut the meat and feed the eagle as his wife Mo Han expected?

When the time comes, should Mu Qingming resolutely turn the leper monk into a native?

And if the leper monk has not become a native, and the Immortal Dao has found another native, then Mu Qingming and they have worked in vain and harmed the leper monk, what should they do?

After thinking about it for a long time, Mu Qingming still had no clue and no answer. However, the guilt in the chest for the leper monk did not decrease but increased, and it became heavier and heavier.

This prompted Mu Qingming to speed up his pace, walking faster and faster, and walking more and more urgently, and after a while, his forehead was sweating profusely. Beads of sweat trickled down his cheeks, revealing a pained look that was hard to decide.

"Master." Looking at him like this, I don't know how to be good, Hong called softly.

Then, seeing that he was still walking, Ah Hong walked quickly in front of him to block his way. Using this method, Mu Qingming was forced to stop suddenly.

"What for?" The irritable Mu Qingming said impatiently.

"We have to take a step before we know what's next, right? Isn't that what you taught us? Ah Hong was not afraid of the anger in his eyes, looked directly into his eyes in the dark night, and said resolutely: "Otherwise, if you just pace here until dawn, nothing will change." ”。

Hearing this, Mu Qingming was stunned for a moment, and then gradually calmed down.

After a while, he thought to himself, completely calm, "Well, you're right. ”。

It's just that the painful look on his face is still hanging between his facial features.

Mu Qingming, who was silent for a moment, finally mustered up the courage to turn around, facing the mountain gate of Tanhua Temple, took a deep breath, and walked towards the mountain gate.

But he walked against the wind, and when he walked a few steps to the door, he was stunned at the door. Ah Hong followed, and after receiving the Concealment Spell, Mu Qingming put away the Concealment Spell and showed his figure.

He took another deep breath and slowly raised his hand. But after a meal, he still slapped towards the mountain gate.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and the moment his palm touched the mountain gate, the guilt in Mu Qingming's chest churned even more.

Will the old ghost change his mind? How can Mu Qingming convince the leper monk? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.