The deeper the night, the silence of the four fields, and the melodious sound of the sound of metal reached everyone's ears.

At this time, everyone was stunned, revealing an incredible expression.

"This!!"

Shen Hai's throat was a little dry, forgetting his heart that was almost stopped with fright, and staring at the scene in front of him with wide eyes.

I saw that in front of Shen Hai, a little Taoist boy wearing a Taoist robe and blue satin hair stood quietly, his temperament was deep and condensed, and his thin body suddenly had an incomparably tall illusion.

"How is that possible??"

The god general incarnated by the paper-cutting Taoist looked at the long knife that was bounced back in his hand, and took a few steps back in surprise.

The little Taoist boy in front of him actually flicked his steel knife with his fingers, which was simply too unbelievable. Such a young child, cultivation is actually comparable to a martial arts master, and paper-cutting Taoists are unheard of.

"Rampant, see how many knives you can block!"

Although the paper-cutting Taoist was surprised by the appearance of this Dao Tong, but thinking of the benefits after killing Shen Hai, the fire in his heart suddenly ignited, not to mention that this Dao Tong in front of him was unarmed, could it be that he had been famous for a long time would be afraid of him?

"Bang!"

The thick steel long knife was five feet long, and it moved with terrifying momentum, and under the light of the looming bonfire, it was as bright as the Milky Way falling from the nine heavens, slashing towards Gao Qi's little head.

Just drew his sword to kill Shen Hai, this god general did not do his best, after all, no matter how rich Shen Hai is, he is just a businessman, and he has no power to restrain the chicken. At this time, the god will shoot with all his might, which can be described as lightning and flint, and the speed is so fast that it is difficult for ordinary people to recognize it, and when he only saw the bright silver light, the long knife had already fallen on Gao Qi's head.

"Bang!"

This time it was no longer a crisp metallic sound, but a powerful explosion sounded, which shook the eardrums of everyone around. By the time everyone came to their senses, the scene was very different.

The tall, tower-like god flew his entire body upside down, slamming into the ancient walls of the temple with a thud, and the masonry exploded, filling the air with smoke and dust.

"Which Grandmaster are you!!"

A sharp and hoarse voice sounded like a night owl, and it was actually the voice of the god who hit the wall. But his voice was no longer buzzing.

The only one who can resist the paper-cutting gods with his physical body is the Innate Grandmaster! In Kyushu, the cultivation level is divided into the Heavenly Martial Artist, the Innate Grandmaster, the Martial Saint, and the Land True Immortal.

The congenital master washes the meridians and changes the marrow, and the body returns to the congenital from the day after tomorrow, and the whole body is clean and flawless. This kind of realm is rare even in the entire Kyushu, and all of them are patriarch-level figures who rely on the sect.

The paper-cutting Taoist claims to be able to enter the top ten of the evil path, but he is still slightly deficient in the upper innate grandmaster, plus he does a lot of evil, and he passes by the place of the gate on weekdays, and he is low-key, but he doesn't want to see an innate grandmaster here today.

"In Kyushu, I have never heard of a grandmaster who looks like this? Could it be that he has practiced some secret of divine skills that has led to rejuvenation?"

The hearts of the paper-cutting Taoist people turn a thousand times.

Gao Qi didn't answer his words, walked to the position of the god general with small steps, and said in a faint voice: "Paper-cutting into soldiers, paper into tigers"

"You!"

The god general who fell to the ground still wanted to struggle to get up, but the next moment there was a bang, and his body and weapons exploded, turning into confetti in the sky.

"Poof!"

On the desolate hillside a few miles away from the temple, an old Taoist with a pale face, dressed in black and white, embroidered with a paper crane pattern on his back, sat quietly, and suddenly, opened his frightened eyes and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Who the hell is that?"

The corners of the paper-cutting Taoist eyes jumped wildly, not only distressed that the paper-cutting would be destroyed, but also a little surprised, that little Taoist boy was too weird.

"No, you have to get out of here. ”

The paper-cutting Taoist immediately made a decision, the sleeve robe was flicked, and the paper-cut of a flat Linghe floated out quietly, but in the blink of an eye, the paper-cutting expanded rapidly, and in an instant, a moving posture, the winged and slender Linghe appeared in front of the paper-cutting Taoist, and the paper-cutting Taoist stood up, jumped lightly, and got on the broad back of the Linghe.

"Huh!"

A crisp crane sound like a silver bead falling on a jade plate sounded, melodious echoing in the mountains, slender wings stretched out, gently shook the wings, soared into the sky, and disappeared in place.

"It's quite decisive!"

Gao Qi walked out of the temple gate, heard the sound of cranes, and couldn't help but look up and smile.

Gao Qi didn't want to pay much attention to the affairs of the rivers and lakes, first, the rivers and lakes were always in chaos, killing and killing, love and hatred were constantly sorted out and chaotic, and second, the pattern of the rivers and lakes was too small and did not meet his goals.

"Little brother stay!"

Shen Hai was the first to come back to his senses and hurriedly came towards Gao Qi.

"It's going to meet someday!"

Gao Qi's voice was immature and childlike, but it made Shen Hai's heart jump and stop.

The faint fog in the mountains is shrouded, and the light of the full moon also looks hazy, which makes people look unreal. The little Taoist boy walked step by step, seemingly slow, but in fact it was extremely fast, and disappeared from Shen Hai's field of vision in a few breaths.

Under the broken pine tree, Zhang Yanzhan watched Gao Qi's departure with wide eyes. The words of the paper-cut Taoist just now are still lingering in my heart, this little Taoist boy is actually a grandmaster, as long as the real people in the rivers and lakes understand what the word grandmaster means.

After Gao Qi's figure disappeared, Zhang Yanzhan couldn't help but gasp, only to find that the sharp pain in his whole body was pouring out like a tide, which made him feel painful.

"Brother Zhang is okay, right?"

"It seems that the injury is not light, and I have to send it to the county seat for treatment immediately. ”

......

At this time, everyone remembered Zhang Yanzhan who fell to the ground, and everyone in the temple ran out one after another, surrounding Zhang Yanzhan to discuss solutions.

Thirty years of dedication, Qingzhou Garan Temple.

In March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the ancient temple mountain is full of people who step on the spring and worship the Buddha.

"Tut, you still don't know the origin of this ancient tree bluestone, it is said that during the Liang and Jin dynasties, when there were constant wars, a woman was here to see her beloved leave, that was a general. Since the general's conquest, the woman waited here every day for the general's return, but then the general was trapped in the Liang country, and fought for more than ten years before he was able to return here.

On the bluestone, under the ancient tree, the general stood here for seven days and seven nights, and finally let go of his obsession and took refuge in Buddhism, and the ancient Buddha of the green lantern accompanied him for life. I heard that the flowers of the whole mountain bloomed and thanked that night, and the rain in Jialan Temple was endless, and even the heavens and the earth could not bear it. ”

The storyteller's description immediately made everyone present have a special feeling about the bluestone and the ancient tree, and many people asked about the detailed plot of the story and sighed again and again.

"Young master, aren't you disrespectful to the Buddha and unbelievers, why do you still go up?"

There was a scholar dressed in a white brocade robe, with a handsome appearance and a face like a crown of jade, slowly walking towards the Garan Temple. Behind him, a young man dressed as a subordinate followed, and at this time, the little guy was listening to the story and was fascinated by it, and when he saw his young master gone, he couldn't help but hurriedly follow.