Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 157 A Night Visitor

Yifeng immediately understood what the manager of Huitong Commercial Bank in Jufeng City meant when he heard it.

It is the nature of businessmen to pursue profits, so the behavior of the head manager of Huitong Trading Company in Jufeng City is definitely not the only one.

The act of transferring the supplies to prevent them from being confiscated was most likely part of the monster army's plan.

Yi Feng shook off his thoughts and smiled at Liu Yu, "Since there is enough cargo, there is nothing to say. You can just stay in the village and have a good rest and recuperate."

"My brother thought so too. We have escaped a disaster." Liu Yu said with a look of relief on his face.

Words follow the wind, shadows follow people, the backs of two people, and the disappearing village gate.

"How is it?" After sending Liu Yu to rest, Yifeng quickly came to the thatched hut where the seriously injured were accommodated, looked at Wangmu who had just changed the medicine for the wounded, and asked in a low voice.

"His life is not in danger, but his injuries are very serious and require a long period of recuperation, and he may suffer from a hidden disease." Wangmu walked to the basin and started washing his hands.

The originally clear water was stained bright red as the bloody hands invaded.

"It's good that they can save their lives. They have escaped death." Yifeng sighed.

"According to Black Tiger, they were attacked by the Pig Dragon."

"Yeah," Yifeng nodded.

"It seems that the Shiwan Mountains are really going to be in chaos. Even the rare pig dragons are coming out in groups."

"They were transferred here by the big demon." Yifeng repeated the information Liu Yu had said.

Today is destined to be without the same gay love as before, only silent wishes.

I wish Liu Yu and others a speedy recovery.

The night was long. Shang Liangshan, who was pretending to be a charlatan in the Taoist temple, suddenly opened his eyes, frowned, and his figure flashed away.

A faint light streaked across the sky, like a meteor across the village, across the stream, and landed on the river bank, and a figure appeared.

Shang Liangshan looked warily into the dark forest.

"Hehehe, it's Huang Ling. No wonder my Xuanming sect lost two elders one after another. It's not unfair." The yin energy blew, and a figure shrouded in black air floated out from the dark forest.

“I thought you leaked your aura on purpose to set an ambush and lure me into a trap. I never thought you didn’t even dare to show your true form and sent the evil spirit to talk to me.” Shang Liangshan said lightly as he looked at the seventh-grade evil spirit shrouded in black air.

Facing the seventh-grade evil spirit, he was a little panicked, but fortunately the other party had some reservations and did not dare to take action.

"No, no, no, this is not an evil spirit, this is a ghost spirit, a ghost spirit that I captured and refined from a fierce ghost."

"I see. No wonder you are so spooky, like a ghost reborn." Shang Liangshan suddenly realized and looked at the ghost and asked, "Are you here to avenge your men?"

"I did think so when I came here, but after seeing the flying Xuan flag, I gave up the idea because I don't want to die."

"A wise move." Shang Liangshan nodded in appreciation, looked at the ghost and asked, "Then you brought me here to find out who killed your men?"

"This is just one of them." The ghost shook his head.

"What about the second one?" Shang Liangshan asked.

"The main purpose of my trip is to collect resentment." The ghost said this and suddenly laughed strangely: "Hehe, you don't know yet that the market under Jufeng City has been destroyed by the army of monsters."

Shang Liangshan frowned and shook his head truthfully, indicating that he didn't know. However, he was extremely shocked in his heart. The Jufeng City, where strong men were stationed, had its market flattened by an army of monsters!

"Haha, you didn't see the tragic scene. Nearly 100,000 people were attacked by the monster army, and nearly 70% were killed or injured. The blood flowed like a river, and there was no trace of corpses. The resentment was overwhelming."

"and then?"

"I have only collected the resentment of a third-grade spiritual practitioner. What is even more shocking to me is that the blood has gathered into a stream, like a blood-colored snake, swimming into the pit and disappearing without a trace."

"Huh!" Shang Liangshan could no longer remain calm. He stared at the ghost and asked, "What is your purpose in telling me this?"

The ghost turned and left, leaving behind a sentence: "Although I am an evil cultivator, I am also a human being. Naturally, I don't want to see the Shiwan Mountains experience another disaster of the Yin soldiers and the suffering of all living beings. Huang Ling, you don't want to see it either."

"Fuck you." Shang Liangshan couldn't help but swear.

This fellow speaks so righteously, but he is simply afraid that the disaster of the Yin soldiers will break out and wipe out the forces of his Xuanming sect hidden in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Telling me this information is just to make me ask for help from Xuanxu Sect. This is a naked conspiracy.

But what can I do? Well, go back and continue to be a charlatan.

It has to be said that the evil cultivator overestimated Shang Liangshan's overall perspective and underestimated his intelligence.

Contacting Xuanxu Yu would consume Xuanqi's spiritual power and would also alert Taoist Xuanzhen's spiritual consciousness.

When the spiritual consciousness of Taoist Xuanzhen disappears, the evil cultivators will rush to Forgotten Town without hesitation.

This is the Yin-Yang trap that the evil cultivator set for Shang Liangshan.

The result is undoubtedly that the evil cultivator is doomed to fail, because he is facing the old bookworm Huang Ling.

This kind of calculation has been written to death in novels.

(Book friends, you must have guessed it.)

The long night just passed like this.

The evil cultivator who was hiding in the dark and watching left at dawn with a puzzled look on his face and decided to come back tomorrow to check the situation.

As I said, the result is doomed to failure, and leaving cursing is the end.

The sun rises, the sky is filled with rosy clouds, illuminating the earth, opening a vibrant picture.

On the top of the rock, Yifeng looked at Chaoyang solemnly, exhaled a breath of turbid air, turned his head to look at Shang Liangshan and asked: "Liangshan, what should we do?"

"Whether it's the matter of Jufeng City or whether the Yinbing Disaster will break out, it's not something that Forgotten Township can participate in. The only thing we can do is to strengthen our strength."

Yi Feng nodded upon hearing this, shook off his own troubles, and continued to ask: "Liang Shan, what suggestions do you have?"

"Reorganize the hunting team, the reserve force, and the village warriors."

"How to reorganize?" Yifeng straightened his body.

"Hunting teams over the age of 30 will be converted into escort teams. They will no longer participate in hunting, but will be responsible for the safety of the village. This will give them time to recuperate and accumulate energy, so that they can absorb spirits as soon as possible."

"It's feasible." Yifeng nodded, and after some mental calculation, he said, "There are 800 hunting teams, nearly 600 of them are over 30 years old, and the remaining 200 or so, how should we arrange them?"

"Gather 630 people, 600 of them as guards, 30 as patrols to patrol the surroundings, and the remaining 170 people, with them as the backbone, will be organized into a hunting team with the reserve and village warriors, one team, two teams, and so on. In short, the organization must be clear and can be mobilized freely."

"Let's do it this way." Yifeng clapped his hands and stood up. He had done this a long time ago, but the old patriarch felt sorry for the younger generation and because of the village's financial reasons, he wanted to wait a little longer before carrying out the real militarization.

Now that Shang Liangshan has spoken, he has made an order. The most powerful person in Forgotten Village is of course the Temple Spirit, so there is no need to obtain the consent of the clan leader.

"Liangshan, you have a good rest. I will go and perfect the details." Yifeng left happily.