Start as a Temple Spirit

The laughter stopped, and everyone looked at Heizi with surprise on their faces.

Because having spiritual intelligence and understanding human language are not on the same level at all.

"Ga ga" Heizi didn't care about everyone's surprise. He stretched out his wings condensed from black mist, pointed to the lights of thousands of homes, and asked his master for the fragrant ghost pill to eat.

This guy became very shrewd now that he gained intelligence.

"I'll give you one when we get back." Shang Liangshan held it in his arms and stroked it. It was so soft.

"This is the legendary spiritual furnace of heaven and earth." Wangmu looked at the purple furnace that refined the ghost ape, his eyes full of longing.

"It's a pity that we can't eat the ghost pill." Yi Jin said with a little regret.

"Eat whatever you want. This refined ghost pill can enhance the cultivation of the temple spirit." Wang Mutou didn't say anything.

"That's absolutely true. Is anyone injured?" Yijin shifted his attention.

"Hiss, my palm is cracked." A village warrior came back to his senses and felt the pain coming from the palm of his hand, and couldn't help but gasp.

"You are useless. It's just a crack on your palm. It's just a minor injury. Your strength is still too weak after all. You are suppressed and beaten by several ghost apes. We have to trouble the temple spirit to suppress them." Yi Jin scolded with a smile.

"Aren't you also being beaten by the big ghost ape?" Someone muttered.

When Yi Jin heard about this, his hair stood on end instantly, his eyes widened as he looked at the local militiamen. These guys must be itching for trouble and needed some training.

When the local militiamen saw this, their necks shrank sharply and their eyes wandered. They must not attract the fierce gaze of the Second Elder, or they would be severely punished.

Shang Liangshan couldn't help but laugh when he saw this. People in the mountains are simple and honest. They would rather move their eyes than their hands.

"Second Elder, does the ghost ape have a demonic soul?" Yibao suddenly spoke, asking with anticipation.

"Yes, but it can't be used. If you don't believe me, ask the temple spirit." Yijin kicked the ball to the temple spirit.

Yibao is a fanatical believer in the temple spirit. One word from the spirit is more effective than a hundred words from himself.

"It is indeed useless." Shang Liangshan nodded and explained: "The residual soul of the ghost ape is full of cruelty and malice, and can only be refined into energy."

"Oh" Yibao nodded disappointedly.

"Little Leopard, don't be anxious. Once the clan leader comes out, we can go hunt monsters and extract their souls." Wangmu comforted.

"Yeah, yeah," Yibao nodded heavily, the hope of becoming stronger rekindled in his eyes.

If the clan leader had not been in seclusion to break through the Tongxuan realm and have the strength to hunt low-level monsters, he might have already taken the low-level spiritual objects and went into seclusion to absorb spirits.

Time passed as they chatted. Shang Liangshan collected the lights and incense from thousands of families, the purple shadow chain, and six ghost pills, then took Heizi with him and turned into purple lightning to return to the Taoist temple under the admiring gazes of everyone.

The excitement in front of the village gate also ended.

Wang Mu saw everyone disperse, so she whispered to Yi Jin, "Second brother, have you seen what Master Miao Ling's strength is?"

"Stronger than the boss, well, stronger than the peak of the fourth rank, but lower than the fifth rank." Yi Jin said after thinking for a while.

In fact, he was unsure of the strength of Lord Temple Spirit, because the battle was a crushing victory.

"What spiritual rank is the Purple Light Chain equivalent to?"

"Second rank, can grow into a spiritual weapon, has a bright future."

"It's really strange. I've never heard of this before. There are temple spirits that are born with spiritual weapons, and their intelligence is too high."

Shang Liangshan's abnormality was eventually discovered by the meticulous woman Wang Mu.

"Third sister, don't forget the vengeful spirit that flashed by a while ago." Yi Jin reminded him and continued, "The vengeful spirit is obsessed."

"I guess the vengeful spirit was refined into a pill by the temple spirit and eaten. Its obsession and memory were also absorbed by the temple spirit, so its intelligence increased."

"Yes, yes, I actually forgot about this. In this case, it makes sense that the temple spirit is so intelligent."

"It's a relief for the villagers. Otherwise, if the vengeful spirit started to make trouble, I don't know how many people would have died. It's really a blessing."

"What a blessing! This is the blessing we prayed for sincerely."

"Yes, yes, yes." The night talk dissipated with the night wind.

It has to be said that human imagination and self-justification are truly a magic tool for resolving doubts.

Just as Shang Liangshan swallowed the ghost pill and hid himself to practice, the Forgotten Township became lively. The three hunting teams returned with full loads and no one was reduced.

"Haha, second brother, we are back." The fourth elder, Yishui, who was carrying a long basket woven from bamboo strips and filled with smoked meat, greeted Yijin, who was standing at the village gate, cheerfully.

Yi Jin waved in response and looked at the bamboo basket on the injured militiaman's back. There were pairs of brown eyes looking at the outside world curiously.

Yibao, who had just arrived after hearing the news, stood in front of the village gate and asked Yishui, who was leading the way, happily, "Fourth Elder, how many wolf cubs did you catch this time?"

"Haha, what a great harvest! This time we caught five litters of wolf cubs whose eyes had not yet opened, a total of sixty-eight." Yishui responded with a hearty laugh.

"So many!" Yi Jin exclaimed in surprise.

"Hehe, it's time to hurry. If the wolves hadn't started to gather, we could have caught more." Yishui laughed.

It was obvious that he was very satisfied with the harvest from this hunting trip, and his grinning face was the best proof of that.

The hunting team returned home after a long absence with a great harvest, so even though they were carrying heavy objects and were exhausted, their faces were filled with happiness.

"Bang" the long basket full of bacon was put on the ox cart, making a bang sound.

Yishui clapped his hands and asked Yibao about the situation in the village.

Yibao whispered to Yishui what happened after the temple spirit appeared.

After saying this, he solemnly emphasized the need for confidentiality.

All the militiamen who had seen Shang Liangshan were ordered to keep their mouths shut, so the existence of the Temple Spirit Lord was not spread in Forgotten Township.

When Yishui heard that the temple spirit solved the ghost ape crisis in just a few moves, his eyes widened.

It was also the first time that Yibao saw the Fourth Elder’s eyes open so wide.

Yishui, who was wearing leather armor, was about 1.7 meters tall. Compared with his sturdy figure, his small eyes did not match his appearance. As for his face, he had the round face of a profiteer.

Not long after, the remnants of the fifth elder and the sixth elder appeared one after another.

Yihuoren is as his name suggests, with red hair as his trademark, a fiery personality, and a body as strong as an ox. With a height of 1.9 meters, he is like an iron tower, especially his eyes like copper bells, which can make a child stop crying when seeing him, and the timid ones avoid him.

Yitu has a simple and honest, mature appearance, thick skin and flesh, is 1.8 meters tall and has a solid build. His characteristic is a pair of heavy big hands, which made Yibao grimace in pain when he slapped him.

The bonfire crackled in the sunset, and the aroma of barbecue wafted in the wind.

Children played around the rising flames, and hardworking women gathered in groups of three or five, laughing and chatting, making fires and cooking for the returning hunting team.

In the front yard of the Forgotten Temple, the returning hunting team, led by the elders, lined up to burn incense devoutly.