The three of them were talking, trying their best to renew Ma Sihai's life, when an evil wind suddenly blew outside the temple and blew open the temple door violently. At the same time, the hair on the white hair and yellow skin rose again, jumped in front of the temple, grinned and let out a muffled snort in his throat.

"You two don't say anything you see or hear for a while, you know?" the white-bearded old man asked.

"It's a big deal, fight with it!, I don't believe it!" Wushuang picked up the Mosin Nagant gun.

"Hou Sheng, if you want to live, listen to me!" The white-bearded old man pointed to the statue of the god and asked the two of them to hide for a while, and when it was safe for a while, he took them away again.

The two hid behind the statue, lying behind and watching sideways, only to see that the dilapidated broken door outside the temple had been pushed down by the evil wind, and the heavy miasma under the mountain was desperately surging into the temple, but I don't know why, the three incense sticks in front of the door seemed to be a barrier to block the miasma.

"Hmph, how can the carving insect trap me?" A very strange voice came from outside the temple, the voice was like a man and a woman, and it seemed to be mixed with the cries of other species. Hearing this, people's hairs stood upside down, goosebumps rose.

The three incense sticks were quickly blown and burned out by the strong wind, and the rich miasma quickly drifted into the temple, and then converged and condensed into an illusory sphere, and soon the sphere began to stretch outward to show its flesh and blood, and the last flesh-and-blood spirit showed its true body.

It's uncomfortable to look at, not that it's ugly, it's not that it's hideous, but it's ...... Let's say it's a monkey, but its limbs are of average length and muscles, let's say it's an orangutan, its face is smooth and hairless, and every expression between his eyebrows and eyes is exactly the same as a human. And it dragged a big thick tail more than two meters long behind it. This guy is not small, about two meters high, and the rosewood door of the temple is not high, so it has to be on the ground to get in.

"Old thing, what are you doing at the temple of the deity again?" the monster roared, apparently familiar with the white-bearded old man.

"Venerable, don't be surprised, it's a little late today, and I just want to rest when I pass through the treasure temple. The old man was very respectful to him.

"Hmph, you, way, bullshit, I think you're here to suck the essence of the sun and moon while I'm not there, right?" the monster glared at the white-bearded old man.

"His Holiness clearly sees that your desire for cultivation will be fulfilled, so why should you care about this aura......? You and I are neighbors, don't be petty!"

"I'm a little kid? I said old ginseng, when did the deity get stingy? You came down from the mountain? Did you go to see that treasurer?"

"Indeed, Indeed, I want to send him on his last journey. ”

"I warn you, he is holding back the treasure, he is the enemy of the heavenly spirit treasure in our Lingzi, I know that he is kind to you, you better not meddle in things. The treasure deity under his skin and flesh is about to be decided! No one wants to rob me!"

"That's nature, Your Holiness is a ghost in the Xing'an Mountains, and every qiē in this mountain is yours. The white-bearded old man was very respectful to him. Don't dare to speak out to offend.

The monster's nose sniffed, as if it smelled the smell of living people in the temple. Stared vigilantly into the eyes of the white-bearded old man.

"Why does it smell? You're bringing someone with you?"

"How dare you, who doesn't know the Venerable's ability to dare to come to death within a radius of hundreds of miles?"

"No, no, you old immortal must have brought something in! It's a person! The smell of a person is right?" he walked around the white-bearded old man and turned to walk behind the idol.

Wushuang and Ma Ya clenched the barrel of the gun, their hands were covered with cold sweat, as long as he dared to come over, no matter what he was, he would eat a shot first.

As the sword rattled, a small thing suddenly sprang out from behind the idol, and the little thing was so fast that before the monster could see what it was, it had already slashed in front of it, leaving a scratch on its face with its sharp claws.

The white-haired yellow skin stood in front of the idol with the support of his hind legs, squeaking in his mouth, and the white hair on his back stood up.

"Well, old thing, no wonder this smell is so stinky, it turns out that you have found a helper? Hmph! Don't think I don't know you? Aren't you the yellow skin down the mountain?" the monster spoke, and swept the white fur and yellow skin with its thick tail.

Its big tail slapped down like a steel whip, and the white-haired and yellow-skinned man moved swiftly, and ran down to the door of the temple. With a snap, the place where it was just staying was slapped by the guy's tail in a big hole, and the broken floor tiles scattered in all directions.

The white-haired and yellow-skinned man wanted to lure away the monster to save Wushuang and Ma Ya, relying on his small size and four legs to run fast, rushing straight out of the temple. But the monster didn't follow, but opened its big mouth and took a sharp breath, causing sand and rocks to fly in the yard, and the air flow swirled backwards. The little guy didn't look at the Tao Xing, but at most it was no more than ten catties, and was dragged back directly from the air by this huge suction, and saw that the monster opened its bloody mouth and was about to swallow it alive.

The Whitebeard Venerable was not ambiguous, taking advantage of the monster's lack of attention on himself, he flickered by, and without lifting his feet, he floated directly behind it, and pushed it violently. The white-bearded old man is a thousand-year-old ginseng with Taoism, although he doesn't know much kung fu, but in terms of his cultivation, this palm is definitely more powerful than Ma Fuxiang's palm.

But the monster didn't move after being slapped on the back.

"Old thing, don't you want to live anymore? If you don't do anything today, let you two know how good I am!" The monster opened his mouth to curse the white-bearded old man, and the evil wind in his mouth naturally stopped, and the white-haired and yellow-skinned man took the opportunity to rush in and bite him on the arm. The guy screamed in pain.

Angry, it roared angrily, and the afterlife of this monster shook the heavens and the earth, and the tiles above its head fell down in pieces, and the entire Black Dragon Mountain trembled.

It smashed the offering table behind it with one punch, picked up the wooden board and was about to chase after the white-bearded old man, but when he exerted his feet, he found that for some reason, his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't pull them out. When he looked down, he saw that several grass vines had grown from the cracks under his feet and wrapped around his legs. That old ginseng is the king of herbs, with thousands of years of Taoism, these are its small means.

"If you don't leave now, when will you wait?" shouted the white-bearded old man.

Wushuang and Ma Ya hurriedly ran out from behind the idol. The monster was full of brute strength, and the two grass vines under his feet had begun to break, and this guy would definitely catch up in a few minutes. Ma Ya saw that he couldn't move, aimed at its chest and pulled the trigger, with a loud bang, all the iron sand in the fire barrel was shot out, this old-fashioned musket was actually not very powerful, and the farther the iron sand in it, the more scattered it became, and now it was close at hand, and it was all hit in the chest of the guy.