Entering the village, the villagers on the road saw that these three strangers were strange, but they did not come up to interrogate.

The time spent at night is worth as much money to them, and for every minute of delay, they collect a little less glue, which also means less income.

So no one would choose to do something inconsequential, the people of this village were poor, and there was nothing to worry about except for some rations.

Even the stupidest thief would not come to such a place to steal, and one shot is not enough for the fare.

Straight through the oak forest, a mountain that was not too high appeared in front of Shang Biao's eyes. In the bright moonlight, a house was built on the mountainside.

That location is where the dragon's lair on this hill is located, and it seems that there are domestic colleagues who have settled here one step ahead of Shang Biao.

Walking along a trail up the mountain, it didn't take long for the sound of the water rushing to hear.

The mountain is in charge of people, water and wealth, the mountains and rivers are complete, and the feng shui in this place is really good.

Shang Biao secretly thought to himself in his heart, if the colleagues above were not powerful people, they would occupy it, and there would be just one more free painting skin.

If this person's cultivation is okay, then he can only let the earth boy Guman try it secretly.

However, Shang Biao thought about it too much, and when he arrived at the house, he saw it clearly. This place has been uninhabited for a long time, and it is very dilapidated.

Not far from the house, a small waterfall crashed against the rocks, and it was from here that he heard the sound of water.

The broken courtyard walls and dilapidated houses all gave Shang Biao a very familiar feeling.

Taoism is Taoism. Moreover, the layout of this house is still faintly full of the style of the Yinshan faction, is this the Yinshan faction that escaped abroad and entered the seclusion?

Shang Biao took a few steps and broke into the main hall.

The Yinshan Ancestor's mud fetal method is sitting in the center of the house, and this Taoist temple is indeed built by the Yinshan sect.

Thanks to the custom of worshipping Buddha among Nanyang residents, although the Dharma of Yinshan Ancestor is different from the orthodox Buddha statue, the local residents did not dare to destroy it, but also placed some fresh wild fruits for worship.

Walking through the entire Taoist temple, except for the Dharma of this Yinshan Ancestor, nothing else that proves the identity of the original owner has been found.

Standing in front of the Yinshan Old Ancestor Faxiang, Shang Biao was silent for a long time.

I don't know why the old man would rather hide like a rat in the country, rather than flee abroad to spread out for the Yinshan faction and worship the old ancestor in a dignified manner.

Maybe this is fate, a peck and a drink have their own destiny. If the old man really went abroad, no one adopted him, and he would have died in infancy.

"Your name is Layla, isn't it?"

Shang Biao saw that the child was kneeling and praying in front of the Yin Mountain Ancestor's Fa Xiang, and his previous dissatisfaction vanished, so he asked.

"Yes, sir."

Hearing that Shang Biao was finally willing to talk to him, Laila hurriedly got up and replied.

"Find a place to rest by yourself, and tomorrow I will go to the village and hire someone to clean and repair it, but I am short of anything to buy it myself.

I also took this business card to find a phone, asked for the location here, and told the person who answered the phone that the things that Master Huang wanted could be delivered here. ”

Shang Biao took out a purse from the Mediterranean driver and threw it to Laila, a thick stack of Nanyang coins in it was enough to do these things in this low-cost place.

"Sir, he's with me, or the bad guys will rob you."

Growing up in a slum, Laila knows a lot about human nature. A child swaggered through the market with a large sum of money, and there was only one end.

"Yes."

Shang Biao's thoughts are still in the domestic environment, but he didn't expect this.

After arranging tomorrow's affairs, Shang Biao left the Taoist temple, found a clean place to sit beside the waterfall, and began to cultivate.

Not long after entering the cultivation state, Shang Biao opened his eyes in confusion.

How can there be yin in this place?

Although the mana is gone, the perception is still there. Yin Qi is the thing that Shang Biao has touched the most, and he didn't notice it when he first came, but when he calmed down, he clearly felt the existence of Yin Qi around him.

Looking back and taking in the surrounding environment, Shang Biao's gaze finally rested on the waterfall. In the middle of the waterfall, to be exact.

A stone flew out of his hand and passed through the curtain of water, but it was not washed down.

The water curtain cave is interesting!

The corners of Shang Biao's mouth rose and he laughed.

He knows best what the Yinshan faction does, dealing with corpses and ghosts all day long, how can it be without a hidden secret room.

He was surprised that he didn't find the secret path in the Taoist temple, it seemed that this Water Curtain Cave was the place where the predecessor really cultivated.

Shang Biao took a few steps back, and after running, he leaped into the cave hidden behind the waterfall.

Standing firmly through the water curtain, Shang Biao clearly felt that this was a platform for artificial expansion.

A glow stick was pulled out of the ticket and illuminated the dark cavern.

A hole more than a meter high appeared in front of his face, and the platform on which he landed was artificially made, but the hole was naturally formed.

Shang Biao bent his waist, holding a magic sword in his right hand and a glow stick in his left hand, and walked in step by step.

After about seven or eight meters, the entrance of the cave becomes wider, and a natural karst cave slowly emerges.

Pulling out a lighter and lighting the two braziers beside him, the mysterious cave was revealed.

The danger he had expected was not there, but the scene inside the cave was exactly what he had in mind.

A dusty mossy altar surrounded by piles of yellow and black skulls that fell on top of each other. Several black flags were planted irregularly on the ground, used to gather yin qi.

According to the degree of Yin Qi gathering, it is estimated that no one has been here for a long time.

In addition, the wall is also carved with a statue of half of the Yinshan ancestors, and the hammers, chisels and other tools used for carving are placed on the side.

It seems that this senior suddenly encountered some accident, otherwise he would never give up halfway.

Shang Biao looked at the yin qi encircled by the Black Order Flag, and couldn't help but be happy in his heart.

It was really sleepy and sent a pillow, he was worried that the progress of the "Taishang Lingbao Sutra" was slow, if he used this yin force to stimulate, he would be able to produce a sense of qi tonight.

But before that, Shang Biao had to go to the theater.

The raw materials are complete, and he has not yet made the French seal of the Lushan faction.

And if you want to use these yin powers, you have to draw a unique talisman of the Lushan School.

Sorting out his thoughts, Shang Biao thought silently in his heart and entered the theater.

Although he disappeared for more than a day, it was like a year of inner struggle for the ghost boy, and it was a question of whether to sign or not.

"Master, can you sign the master-servant contract, I will definitely behave well in the future, and I will never dare to cheat and play tricks again."

"It's not negotiable, I know best what you are."

Shang Biao didn't even look at the ghost boy, and after selling Wu Ying's weapons to the theater, he immediately turned to the prop customization workshop.

He has money and is easy to do, and after a while, he will take a freshly baked Dharma seal and send it back.