"You little brute, I told you before, let me know when you fart, oh my mother! I ate the good food and food in the evening for nothing, and I have to vomit it!"

"It's like telling us to keep up with it. Ma Ya understood the meaning of the white hair and yellow skin.

It was also its fragrant stinky fart that really played a role, and the fog behind it gradually began to dissipate, and it took Wushuang and Ma Ya along the mountain road and ran to the Black Dragon Temple on the top of the mountain. Even if the two of them were really tired and vomited blood this time, they didn't dare to rest for a moment, and ran after it with a smoke.

The fog behind him only dissipated for a short time, and became thick again, like a pair of claws hidden in the fog, chasing after his prey step by step.

The two of them were already sweating when they ran up the mountain.

The top of the mountain is just a palm-sized place, this legendary Black Dragon Temple is dilapidated, the temple door is hidden, and the Manchu plaque hanging on it has been unrecognizable by the wind and rain.

"Why are you two stunned, come in!" an old man's voice shouted in the temple.

The two of them went in to take a look, it turned out to be the white-bearded old man, he saw that the two young people were still stunned on the spot, and rushed over and dragged them in.

"You...... You ......" Wushuang pointed at the old man and stammered, he wanted to ask the old man if he was the thousand-year-old ginseng king in the mountains, but he didn't know how to say this.

"Don't talk too much about it, you two children are too bold, didn't Ma Sihai tell you not to enter Black Dragon Mountain at night?" The old man waved his hand, and a strong wind blew and closed the temple door heavily. Then he took out three sticks of incense and lit them in front of the door of the temple.

"Isn't it because you're old that you don't chase you and me?"

"Hmph, what a bold offspring, and a white-haired brute, no wonder you were able to escape from the miasma, thanks to it?" the old man reached out and carried the little yellow skin upside down.

"Old man, I know who you are, we have no malicious intent, and we know that you have a way to save your second grandfather, Ma Sihai, so I risked death to come to ask for help. Wushuang was very religious, kneeling on the ground with his hands clenched into fists.

"Get up, get up quickly, it's not that I don't want to save him, I went to your house just for him. This old man has done a lot of bad things in Lingzi for so many years, but there is only one thing, he never touches a single hair of the spiritual objects in Lingzi. But he shouldn't, if he doesn't let me save him, what can I do?"

"Why?" Wushuang stretched out his hand to pull the placket of the old man's clothes, never thinking that the old man's body was weird, so he shook slightly and dodged.

"It's not for you two children to understand this, so don't talk about it yet. Are you still thinking about him? Now that even the two of you are in great trouble, do you know? Come in with me!"

The old man flicked his sleeves, and a strong wind blew open the door of the inner hall of the Black Dragon Temple, and the door of the inner hall was more elaborate than the main entrance, and all the red sandalwood used was the same color, and a fragrance could be smelled from afar.

There is a statue of a god enshrined in the temple, but it is so old that the dust and cobwebs on the statue have been stacked with a thick layer, and its face cannot be seen clearly. Beneath the idol was an offering table, on which two brand-new candles flickered faintly, and the candlelight flickered ghostly.

The top of the temple is covered with glazed tiles, and I don't know if it's a catastrophe or a big bird that doesn't have long eyes, and there is just a piece of tile missing on the top of it, and a beam of moonlight shines through a futon just below the statue.

"Sun and Moon Essence Qi?" "Sir, are you here to suck it?"

"Hmph, you know a lot in your later life, but you don't open your eyes very much, what are you doing here idlely? It doesn't matter if you disturb my practice, don't lose your life!"

"Grandpa, do you know my grandfather Ma Sihai? Ma Ya knelt before him and begged.

"I said, it's not that I don't save it, it's that he doesn't let me save it. Girl, get up first, and listen to me slowly. The old man picked up the horse. He dared to touch Ma Ya, but he didn't dare to touch Wushuang just now, the thousand-year-old ginseng has become a refinement, and he will be good at identifying it, and when he sees Wushuang's eyes full of eccentricities, he knows that this kid has a bad stomach. And when he was in the horse home just now, he secretly set himself up with a phantom ghost hand, this kid has courage and knowledge, it can be seen that he is not an ordinary rat.

The white-bearded old man told them, I know that you are all descendants of thieves, and I have also had a relationship with your ancestor Wu Gongyao. At the beginning, he was chased and killed by Little Japan in Lingzi and was shot, Ma Sihai wanted to dig up the king of ginseng in the mountains to heal his master's injuries, but Wu Gongyao said that the spiritual creatures in the mountains have been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years, and they should not destroy their cultivation for a lifetime.

"That old ginseng is you...... Right?" asked Wushuang.

"You're good in the eyes of this posterity, and I don't want to hide it from you. ”

Later, until Ma Sihai took the Ma family to build the Black Dragon Tun under the Black Dragon Mountain after liberation, this old guest often went into the mountain to find the spiritual objects in the mountain, and every time he encountered the old mountain ginseng, he would put it a yard, not only that, but even other spirit beasts would never move a hair. This made the old ginseng very grateful.

"Several of your masters who steal the door are familiar with the magic of stealing life, and twenty years ago, I felt that Ma Sihai's life technique was abnormal, and I had already guessed the reason in my heart. Stealing lives and stealing lives, stealing is good fortune, harming other lives to make oneself live a hundred years old, this is a detriment to yin virtue, fortunately he has been good all his life and has not caused a catastrophe. If you think about it, manpower can conquer the sky? Even if the thieves of the world have the best means, how can they hide from the heavens and the sea? Let me ask you, did he kill people last few days?

Ma Ya and Wushuang stared at each other blankly, Ma Sihai entered the Dragon Cutting Ridge before them in the last few days, in order to help Wushuang get the Fortune Talisman, and behind him there were Tong Jianing's subordinates who also followed, but after Wushuang and Ma Ya entered the Dragon Cutting Ridge, they only saw Tong Jianing and two subordinates, could it be that the remaining minions were secretly solved by Ma Sihai?

"Why? I can't answer? Ma Sihai has committed human life, so the fortune has been exhausted, and he doesn't dare to steal his life anymore, if he lives again, it will affect future generations. The white-bearded old man said.

"If you save his life, you won't be stolen, right? "Wushuang whimsically asked the old mountain ginseng essence.

The white-bearded old man sighed and said, "I think so too, I have the heart to give him the old beard on my body, at least I can continue his life for a few years." In this way, it is not in vain that we met once, and it can be regarded as repaying Wu Gongyao's kindness at the beginning. But he disagreed. ”