On the mountain, Zuo Meng showed a relieved smile, he felt that he had saved a lost lamb, and his merit was immeasurable.

As for whether the other party was saved voluntarily?

Definitely!

His left great creator is quite disciplined, and he dares to guarantee this with character.

Retracting his gaze and no longer paying attention to what was happening under the mountain, Zuo Meng continued to comprehend the rules of this world, and in ten days, he had already gained something, after all, from the perspective of the creator, this is an incomparable advantage for ordinary people, and the speed is not known how many times faster.

"Let's try simulating it first. ”

Zuo Meng's gaze fell on a broken bowl next to him......

Yamashita.

Uncle Bai looked at this group of former 'parishioners', and involuntarily remembered the picture of the 'heavy responsibility' they gave him ten days ago, and felt extremely sacred at that time, but now that he thinks about it, he feels awkward, and he feels more and more that he has been overshadowed by this group of cunning and villains.

"Thank you, my lord. ”

"Order forever!"

Ten days ago, they watched Priest Yi go up the mountain to explore the 'Demon Cave' for the great Lord of Order, and now ten days have passed, Priest Yi has returned from the mountain with honor, and he must have the information of the 'Demon Cave' that they need the most, and with these, they can go to the Lord to ask for merit and receive the Lord's reward! After thinking of this, all the waiting disciples were excited, and one of them ran over excitedly after seeing Bai Song, and wanted to give Bai Song a hug.

Boom!!

Bai Song, who understood his position, decisively met him with a kick and kicked the guy who was running in front and flew out.

"What are you doing?

After kicking, Bai Song only felt comfortable all over his body. He recognized the person who rushed over, ten days ago, it was this person who 'endured the pain' and left the 'opportunity' to himself, at that time he only blamed himself for being too naïve, and regarded this person as his best friend, who could rely on the brother behind him, and he was really too young.

"Who is the Yi priest? Lao Tzu's name is Bai Song, and my master personally gave him the name!"

A group of Order cultists who had been waiting for a long time were instantly petrified, which was different from the expected picture. Why did you go up the mountain, and Masmana Yi turned his face and didn't recognize people? Then what about the information we have been waiting for for so many days, how can we ask God for merit without information?

"Easy ...... You don't know me?"

A chubby parishioner couldn't help but remind.

"What is the Yi priest? Lao Tzu's surname is Bai, and his name is Bai Song!"

When he saw this fat man Bai Song, he was angry, thinking that he was starving on the mountain, this guy actually ate like this at the bottom of the mountain, and couldn't help but go over with a big-eared scraper. I don't know why, Bai Song is particularly irritable today, it may be that his previous life has been broken and he has completely let go of himself, or it may be the influence of an unscrupulous creator.

"Given away for nothing?"

When a cultist heard Bai Song's name, he couldn't help but twitch twice.

"Pine, arrogant as pine, do you understand!? Don't talk if you don't have culture, be careful of being despised. ”

Bai Song squirted at the man.

"If it's okay, get out of the way, I'm still busy here. Uncle Bai, who was squirting comfortably, remembered that he seemed to only have half a day off, and he had wasted a period of time just now, he had to rush to the town as soon as possible to buy some food, preferably high-calorie, so that he could last a long time, otherwise if he was forgotten by that demon road next time, wouldn't he starve to death on the mountain in vain?

It's just that how could this group of people just let him go?

They didn't dare to go up the mountain, but it was not easy to deal with such a traitor at the bottom of the mountain. If you can't hand over the information, just like sending Master Yi back, it will be regarded as sending back a living database, and if the gods need it, they can send it over with the 'Burn Stake Express'. Thinking of this, several disciples glanced at each other, and one of them grabbed Bai Song's shoulder.

"Priest Yi has been mentally polluted by the evil gods, and his mind is deranged, we can't just let him go. ”

"It is incumbent upon us to save Priest Yi, and we cannot watch Priest Yi fall. ”

As soon as these people made their moves, they found excuses for themselves.

Save the faithful.

"What are you doing?"

Bai Song suddenly panicked, he struggled for a while and found that he couldn't break away. Just as soon as his thoughts turned, he understood the plan of this group of people, and estimated that he wanted to send himself back to the church as a meritorious service, recalling his words about spraying gods in the mountain pass before, Bai Song couldn't help but shudder.

It's nice to have a handful of ash left when you go back.

"Kill!!Help!!"

Once a person lets go of himself, all the previous personalities will collapse, and Bai Song, who even abandoned his own name, collapsed completely, howling louder than a pig. It's just that this group of disciples has already made up their minds to arrest Bai Song back, so naturally they won't listen to his nonsense, and Bai Song, who has been hungry for many days, can't break free from their shackles.

"Let's go, Lao Jia, you go and drive. ”

The group tore a piece of cloth on their clothes, gagged Bai Song's mouth, and was about to leave with him.

Mountains.

Zuo Meng's hand in the room shook, and a beam of light submerged into the broken bowl, and the originally colorful broken bowl instantly lost its spirituality, rolled down from Zuo Meng's hand, and fell to the side.

"Failed. ”

Zuo Meng looked at the broken bowl in the corner of the wall and found that it was more difficult to comprehend the rules of the origin world than he had imagined.

"It's not a complete failure. ”

Zuo Meng stretched out his hand, and the broken bowl flew back into his hand.

This broken bowl is not a magic weapon made of extraordinary materials, nor is it an innate thing, but it is the most ordinary porcelain bowl, Zuo Meng did not throw it away when he cleaned the Taoist temple, when he pry the rules before, Zuo Meng thought together, and felt that the rules might need a carrier, so he integrated the rules of enlightenment into the broken bowl.

It's just that the rules are not so simple, there are no rules that are understood, and the simulated ones are naturally half-finished, and the rules of the half-finished products are integrated into the broken bowl, turning it into a strange thing.

"Request?"

Zuo Meng looked at it for a moment, revealing a strange thought.

While he was thinking about it, the movement down the mountain suddenly disturbed him. For Zuo Meng, this mountain is his dojo, and every move on the mountain is under his surveillance.

The behavior of the group of order cultists was naturally seen by him.

"You can't just kidnap people. ”

How is it also a registered disciple, although it is accepted and used as a chess piece, but not everyone can bully.

Walking out of the door, Zuo Meng stood on the platform, his gaze passed through the layers of obstacles, and fell on the group of people at the bottom of the mountain.

"Master, help!!"

Bai Song didn't care about cursing the demon in his heart, he was a person who had cursed the gods, if he was captured, there would be no tomorrow. So he shouted so hard that he broke his throat.

Zuo Meng showed a smile on his face, and with a wave of his sleeves, the half-finished broken bowl in his hand broke through the air......