At the foot of Cuishan Mountain, under a pine tree, a hare leaned forward and reappeared. She looked around and found that there was no danger around her, so she was still in shock and started eating the weeds.

A few butterflies also emerged from some corner, flying gracefully, adding a bit of vitality to the colorful mountain scenery.

A mountain wind blew, and a faint fragrance of wine wafted in the air.

If you look closely along the fragrance, you will see a gray horn under the old pine.

It was a somewhat old Taoist priest who held the wine gourd in his forehand and took a sip of fruit wine.

A little fox with fiery red hair sat on his shoulder, protruding his head and looking at the scenery around him, from time to time, he would jump to the head of the old Taoist priest, messing up his hair.

The old Taoist was not angry either, but just reached out to gently stroke the little fox's soft hair, which was very doting.

"Mr. Wen, I was so surprised at that time when I heard that I was talking about the Master Gu, the scholar left with a smile on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking before. It turned out that he was waiting for me here."

The old Taoist priest sighed a little, and his expression was very complicated in his eyebrows.

It seems a little envious and a little disapproving.

"A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. Isn't it like this for young people? Old Taoist Wang, you are not young. It seems that you can't sit idly by the safety of the people of Jinhua City. I didn't realize that after practicing Taoism for so many years, you are actually a kind-hearted Taoist priest."

A colorful butterfly flew out, vibrating its wings and making a cold laugh.

Although there was some sarcasm in his words, his tone was familiar, and he obviously had a good relationship with this old Taoist priest.

When the colorful butterfly's wings shake, a piece of gold powder will shine, sprinkle it into the air, turning into fine insects.

As the mountain wind flashes and floats farther down the mountain, I can't see clearly anymore.

When Wang Laodao saw this scene, he was very envious and exclaimed: "You are not the same. When you see the scholar provoking the demon tiger, you rushed over... This deification idea is amazing. Not only can you attach yourself to the butterfly and act everywhere, but you can also send out many small insects. When it comes to the weird magic, even the old man Tongxuan from Laoshan Dao is not as good as that."

"It's just a side-minded way. If you can't practice the soul and practice the Dharma image, you can't do it in the end." Wen Gu's voice was still so cold, but the old Taoist pride heard the pride in her tone.

However, this is true. He and Wen Gu broke through the fourth-level Tongyou. They each had their own unique methods and fighting methods. Perhaps it was not much worse than the fifth-level real person, but there was no help on the Yuanshen Avenue.

After chatting for a few words, the two heard the sound of killing on the mountain. Then, they heard the roar of the mountains clearing their voices and shouting.

The two looked at each other, surprised and surprised. Not only was they surprised by Su Chen's boldness, but they were also surprised that the tiger demon had never appeared.

The old Taoist priest turned his ears in a uncertain way and listened for a while, saying, "The tiger demon is really able to tolerate this time. It seems that he can't take off his body. This is also good. At least he can clean up all the monsters on the mountain. When he really fights, it will have fewer helpers and easier to deal with."

"Although that's the case, the real powerful part of the tiger demon is not the demon soldiers and demon generals under his command, but the powerful white tiger body and recovery power. Killing some small demons has no effect on it. If I guess correctly, its forbearance at this time may be that the formation is about to be practiced, so I am not in a hurry."

"What should I do? The last time the tiger demon went down the mountain, we joined forces with the old Taoist Tongxuan and the monk Kuzhu to beat it back. The four of them joined forces and only gained the upper hand and could not be killed. Now Tongxuan has returned to the sect, Kuzhu goes to the northern desert. If this guy develops great skills again, how can he stop it?"

The old Taoist priest looked worried and looked back at Jinhua City, as if he had seen a large piece of blood red.

"Don't worry, that scholar is also a tough guy. Since he dares to offend the tiger demon to death, he must be somewhat sure, and he will never be vulnerable..."

"This is not good. Ning Xiucai has just entered the city. He doesn't know how powerful the old demon is. He is the real body of a big demon. Generally, the attack cannot cause any damage. Especially the hundred ghosts used last time, it is particularly difficult to deal with. He has already entered the space field. If the old demon is holding back this move, it will be fun when he is finished."

"No need to guess, I must be practicing this trick. It plunders the people everywhere, just feeding his evil spirits and increasing their power. Are we still interfering in this matter?" The butterfly flew up and down, looking a little anxious.

The old Taoist priest fell silent and said after a long time, "Look at it again, Tongxuan Bull hides his nose. If Ning Xiucai really can't stop it, this matter will be really difficult."

Caidie stopped talking. She obviously didn't think that the scholar could beat the old white tiger. She thought that maybe in a short while, the old demon would go down the mountain...

Should I leave Jinhua from now on or sacrifice my life?

This is a very difficult choice.

The silence between the two can actually be seen how they tend to be.

If not, they would have been killed on Cuishan when they heard that the old demon had plundered the people to practice the method.

Other people's lives are not worth much, but their own lives are precious.

Whether it is practicing Taoism, Buddhism, martial arts, and demons.

In general, people who practice practice want to live forever and evolve their lives, hoping to live better and be able to be the best.

No matter what slogans they shout, in the final analysis, as long as they are human beings, they are lazy and hate labor, and are afraid of life and death.

The deeper the cultivation level, the more you fear death. On the contrary, those grassroots people who have passed today and don’t know tomorrow will not understand the wonderfulness and value of life, and can throw their lives lightly.

Throughout the dynasties, I have only heard of those emperors and powerful ministers seeking immortal medicine and alchemy. I have never heard of any poor people who want to seek immortality.

The so-called long-lasting vision is probably not more attractive to them than a beauty and a big meal.

The gods and immortals mentioned in the story don’t care much about the sufferings of the people, and in fact they are not indifferent.

But people have different levels, so they pursue differently.

Times change and things change gradually.

If there are demons, they will hit you wherever there are people suffering, and they will help you. They are as busy as dogs all day long, and they will lose their lives if they are accidentally killed. Then what else can they practice and what methods to practice?

It is impossible to think about it if you suffer so much in your life and develop such cultivation just to serve others.

They just care about the people or things they cherish. If it is a simple task, they may act. It is too troublesome and too dangerous, so they will naturally avoid it.

The silence between Wang Laodao and Wen Gu was both thinking about their own thoughts, and there was no intention of looking down on each other.

I just felt that if the old demon really practiced great magic power, the only way was to abandon the city and leave.

Thinking of this, the two of them couldn't help but feel a little irritated and disgusted when they heard the provocative calls of the young scholar on the mountain again.

If that guy hadn't forced himself to leave Laoshan Road, killed the tiger demon's son, and ran up the mountain to remove the demon, completely angering the old white tiger, the people in this city would probably have encountered such a great disaster.

Who doesn’t know that the little tiger demon cannibalize people in Jinhua City, but even the Taotongxuan Zhenren of Laoshan didn’t pay attention to it. Where did he get the courage to show off his ability?

Once the balance is broken, it will cause variables.
Chapter completed!