Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 117 The Chattering Man in Black Robe

Taoist Xuanzhen nodded and said, "I do have spiritual weapons, and they are of high quality, but they are all acquired and cannot be compared with your innate spiritual weapon, Liangshan."

"What's the difference between acquired spiritual tools and innate spiritual tools?" Shang Liangshan asked.

"Of course there are." Taoist Priest Xuan Zhen explained: "If you want to upgrade the grade of a post-natal spiritual weapon, you need to devour a large amount of natural treasures, which requires opportunity."

"But innate spiritual tools are different. They only need to have enough energy to upgrade their grade. The owner doesn't have to worry about where to find natural treasures and opportunities."

"This alone is enough to make practitioners envious, not to mention that the innate spiritual weapons are all top-grade."

Upon hearing this, the old patriarch asked curiously, "If we let the innate spiritual weapon devour the natural treasures, can it speed up the upgrade process?"

“Of course you can, but it will lower the quality of your innate spiritual tools, which is not worth it, so it’s best to let them transform and upgrade on their own.” Taoist Xuan Zhen reminded.

"It's true that having an old man in the family is like having a treasure." Shang Liangshan exclaimed and continued to dig out treasures, as if he was treating Taoist Xuanzhen as Baidu.

The old clan leader and his companions were not willing to be outdone. They asked questions when they didn't understand. Fortunately, Xuan Zhendao was a patient elder, otherwise he would have told them two words: Get out.

As night fell, Heizi, hiding in the treetops and concealing his presence, took a look at the bandits who were setting up camp in the valley, and then retreated quietly.

In order to detect the enemy situation, Heizi first observed from a distance, then hid his breath and collected intelligence on the route the bandits must take, and then determined the enemy situation.

The entire reconnaissance process took a full three hours, truly living up to the name of an empty sentry.

One word: professional!

…It seems to be just two words, never mind, it’s just professionalism.

"Master, let me toast you." In the Xuan Courtyard, Yihuo, with a red face, raised his glass to invite him. It was obvious that he had drunk a lot.

"Haha, come on, come on, drink. I'm never afraid of anyone." Taoist Xuanzhen picked up his cigarette and clinked glasses with Yihuo. He really just started drinking.

The dinner has lasted for half an hour.

On the one hand, he was risking his life to scout the enemy, and on the other hand, he was eating and drinking lavishly. He really felt ashamed of Heizi.

In Yanfeng Pavilion, Shang Liangshan, who did not attend the dinner, lay on a chair, looking at the dancing elf butterflies with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

He was digesting the information he had gained from today's questions.

As for why he didn't attend the dinner, it was because he watched people eating and drinking.

"Master, do you know when Cube can come out?" asked the little raccoon who was sitting on a chair and eating a fruit.

It misses the silly fourth child a little.

"I really don't know about this spirit. By the way, what's the situation of the Kitchen Spirit and the Night Owl?" Shang Liangshan asked casually.

"They are still sleeping in the spring, and their souls are slowly stabilizing. Xiaocao said it may take several months for their souls to completely stabilize."

"Oh." Shang Liangshan nodded and narrowed his eyes.

"Meow" Xiao Meng appeared and whispered something to Xiao Li.

Soon, the two little guys left together, and no one knew where they went.

The black spot that came whistling back sensed the location of Shangliang Mountain and flew towards the rocky peak, leaving behind a messy wind.

A low creaking sound soon rang out on the rock peak.

Heizi's report on the enemy situation was so detailed that even Shang Liangshan received thumbs-up praise from everyone, saying it was so professional.

The next day, it was a dark and windy night. A creepy "cracking" sound was heard between the mountains and the woods, and then it stopped abruptly at some point.

In the valley where bonfires and lights intersect, there are constant shouts, and from time to time there are the sounds of men's laughter and women's crying.

Suddenly, gusts of strange black wind roared down from the sky and swept towards the camp in the valley.

A creepy "crackling" sound was heard in the sky.

The cry of "Enemy attack" was heard suddenly, and the camp was thrown into chaos by the strange black wind that swept down, followed by shouting and cursing.

"Hehehe, it's true that after searching for a long time, I finally found it without any effort. Don't worry, young lady, wait until I capture the human-faced owl, and then we can continue the game." A strange laugh came from the largest tent.

Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed out from the tent.

"Cry" an eagle's cry was heard, and a sinister black eagle appeared, carrying a human figure and soaring into the sky, killing the human-faced owl that was causing chaos.

The human-faced owl, who was raising the wind, was frightened when he saw the black hawk roaring towards him, and turned around and ran away.

It goes without saying that this human-faced owl is Heizi.

"Hehehe, baby, where are you running to? Just obey me obediently and I will take you to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks." The black-robed man who controlled the black eagle looked at the human-faced owl that turned around and ran away, grinning and howling strangely.

Heizi, who was responsible for luring the tiger away from the mountain, almost turned around and fought with the man in black robe after hearing what he said.

But it knew that it could not defeat the level 6 Black Hawk, and it had an important mission, so it could only endure it.

"Hehe, you're flying quite fast. I like your struggling spirit." Morbid words kept coming out of the man in black robe, making Heizi so angry that he accelerated.

In the silent forest, with a wave of the old patriarch's hand, nearly three thousand soldiers and civilians and the two guards of Zi'an quietly moved towards the valley where the bandits were.

Heizi, with his wings spread and whistling, looked back at the approaching Black Hawk and the talkative man in black robe and sneered, because they had arrived at the ambush site.

With a "swoosh" sound, a purple line whizzed up from the treetops and rushed towards the Black Hawk at lightning speed.

"Hmm" the man in black robe turned around suddenly, and then he saw the thick tail flashing with purple arcs, expanding in his pupils.

At the critical moment, he only had time to condense a black shield, and then he heard a "bang" sound. He and the Black Hawk under him were hit by the huge force and fell to the ground, feeling severe pain all over his body.

"Cry" the black eagle let out a miserable howl, and its wings hooked over the man in black robe. Black air rose from its body, and before it smashed to the ground, it barely condensed a wind shield to act as a buffer.

There was a "bang" sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and the Black Hawk smashed heavily into the bushes, branches and leaves flying, and there was a "vomit" sound of vomiting blood.

"Zizi" a thunder ball as big as a head whistled and hit the Black Hawk hard.

"Damn it!" With an angry cry, a black shield swelled up in the wind and turned into a ten-foot-tall ghost-faced shield, facing the oncoming thunder ball.

"Boom." Purple lightning raged, black gas dissipated, the shield shattered, and the man, ghost, and eagle howled miserably.

"Whoosh" a dark cloud covered the sky, thunder roared, and lightning came down, striking the howling black-robed man and the broken black eagle, bringing bursts of howling.

The black wind receded, and shouts and laughter were heard again from the bandit camp, with people toasting each other.

"Puff" the blood line spurted out, Xiao Meng was in action to eliminate the bandit group's secret sentries.

In the mountains, the dark shadows turned into a string-shaped black line and followed towards the camp at the foot of the mountain.

Closer and closer, three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters, ninety meters, eighty meters… fifty meters.

The numerous dark shadows stopped, bent their bows and drew their arrows, aiming at the bandits who were drinking, eating meat and playing with women in the camp.