Author: Battle of Tiandu

Lin Yunchen lit the wood he picked up with a fire fold, at this time, he couldn't see his five fingers outside the broken temple, and the sky looked like it was about to get dark.

Lin Yunchen added wood to the fire from time to time, looking at the swaying fire in a daze, he didn't know what to do with his future livelihood.

About an hour later, dull footsteps suddenly sounded outside the broken temple, and Lin Yunchen immediately came back to his senses and looked at the gate of the broken temple vigilantly.

Suddenly, when I saw that I walked into the mountain temple, it might be a few big men who were sheltering from the rain, and I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart.

Seeing that several big men were still holding bright steel knives in their hands, Lin Yunchen couldn't help but feel frightened, and involuntarily got up and took a few steps back, leaning tightly towards the corner of the mountain temple.

The big men who had just walked in first looked around the temple, and then looked at Lin Yunchen in the mountain temple and the baggage around him by the faint light of the fire.

Immediately began to think, and a bad expression suddenly appeared on the faces of the big men.

I saw that among these people, a big man with the most burly body said viciously to Lin Yunchen: "Boy, you quickly roll over to Uncle Ben, otherwise the steel knife in Lao Tzu's hand will not recognize people."

"I didn't expect to meet these people, these big men are strong, they look very difficult to mess with, they definitely can't beat them, could it be that these are the bandits who robbed outside Qingyuan City", Lin Yunchen's mind turned sharply and quickly guessed.

Just when Lin Yunchen hesitated and guessed, he saw that the big man tightened the steel knife in his hand and took a few steps closer to Lin Yunchen, while the other big men looked at Lin Yunchen with a wicked smile.

Lin Yunchen clutched the corners of his clothes tightly, his expression was very flustered, and he immediately didn't know what to do, "Will I go over or not."

At this critical juncture, an old man's hearty voice came from outside the ruined temple.

Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable

Hum......

You thieves are so bold that you dare to kill people under this bright world, look at how the old Tao supports justice today.

Lin Yunchen and several big men heard the sound from outside at the same time, and they all looked towards the door of the mountain temple, wanting to know who was shouting there.

I saw a gray-haired old man, holding a whisk in one hand and a Qingfeng long sword on his back, slowly walking in from outside the gate of the mountain temple, looking at several big men without blinking.

"You stinky Taoist priest who doesn't know where you came from, hurry up and stay away from Lao Tzu, otherwise my brothers will kill you together."

The big man who took the lead raised the steel knife in his hand, and scolded the old Taoist priest who walked in fearlessly.

"Hmph", Lao Dao snorted, and said loudly with a look of resentment: "Today's matter, Poor Dao is still in charge, what kind of people and things do Poor Dao go down the mountain to parade, Poor Dao has never seen it, just people like you, Poor Dao has seen a lot, to deal with you little thieves, Poor Dao only needs one move."

"You bull-nosed old Taoist, don't blow the cowhide, and defeat a few of us in one move, Lao Tzu wants to see how you defeated us in one move", the burly man who took the lead said in a tone of sarcasm and disbelief.

In the blink of an eye, I saw that the old Taoist priest suddenly made a move, and with his left hand brushing the dust casually, a white light that was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye quickly swept towards the bodies of several big men.

Several big men in the temple were swept away by the white light, and immediately spat blood from their mouths and then turned over and fell to the ground, wailing in their mouths, and the steel knives they held in their hands were also knocked to the ground on the side.

"Dao Chief, no, the Great Immortal spares his life", several big men who fell to the ground kowtowed and begged for mercy again and again, their expressions extremely embarrassed. We don't dare to rob our homes anymore, please let us go for a few little people!

If it weren't for the virtue of a good life in God, the old Taoist wouldn't show mercy to my subordinates, get out, the old Taoist said with a righteous face.

Several big men who fell to the ground heard that the white-haired old Taoist priest had spared the lives of several of them, so they immediately got up from the ground and nodded respectfully at the old Taoist priest in cloth at the gate.

Several people also said in unison: Thank you for the grace of the Taoist for not killing, thank you for the grace of the Taoist for not killing.

When a few people saw that the old Taoist priest didn't even look at them, they suddenly panicked again, and they didn't know what to do.

Hmph, the old Taoist priest snorted and scolded: "Get out of here! Don't let the poor Dao haunt the vicinity of this place when he sees a few of you.

Hearing the sound, several big men took a few quick steps, picked up the steel knife that had been knocked down, and fled in a hurry towards the outside of the mountain temple, as for where the few big men who ran out went the most, then no one knew.

At this time, outside the mountain temple, there was still lightning and thunder, thunder and thunder, the downpour was still falling, and the wind was still whining, still blowing wildly.

Lin Yunchen, who was hiding in the corner of the wall, looked very nervous, seeing that several burly men who wanted to rob him were dusted by this old Taoist who looked weak and couldn't help but use his white ponytail to sweep the dust away, and he was also relieved to breathe a big sigh of relief, and finally let go of his heart when he mentioned his throat, and the expression on his face eased a lot.

He strode forward to the old Taoist, respectfully waved his hands with both hands, made a Confucian salute, and said gently: Thank you for saving my life, otherwise, my life will be in danger and the consequences will be unimaginable.

"The little donor doesn't have to be so polite, please get up quickly", Lao Dao raised his hand slightly.

The old Taoist invites you to come and sit here, and bake the wet clothes on your body first, Lin Yunchen stretched out his hand and invited.

After finishing speaking, he immediately found a relatively clean wooden pier in the mountain temple by the light of the fire, and asked the old Taoist priest to sit down.

Then some wood was added to the fire, and the crackling and burning fire, the faint flames, burned a little bigger and more vigorously, and now the dark mountain temple was much brighter than before in the light of the fire.

The white-haired old Taoist priest did not shirk politely, and immediately sat down and roasted his wet clothes against the fire.

Lin Yunchen observed the eyes of the old Taoist leader, and found that the old Taoist leader's eyes were very clear, unlike the few people just now, whose eyes were full of violence and ferocity.

And the Daoist in front of him did not have a trace of ferocity in his eyes, but gave people a feeling of fairy wind Dao bones, plus the old Daoist had just helped save himself and beat away those thieves, Lin Yunchen was much more down-to-earth.

Poor Dao, seeing the sound of fire and people talking in this mountain temple, came here to take shelter from the rain. Unexpectedly, someone here wanted to rob and commit murder.