Start as a Temple Spirit

Compared with the polarization of the bandits, the militiamen were not affected, but the sudden change in the battle situation inevitably made them a little dazed.

Just imagine that the enemy who is fighting with you for life and death suddenly looks peaceful, drops his weapon, and looks at you as if he were a brother. It would be strange if you would not be stunned.

"Quickly kill the bandits who refuse to lay down their weapons. I can't hold on for much longer." Shang Liangshan's ethereal voice echoed in the minds of the stunned militiamen.

This is the spiritual communication between the temple spirits and the believers.

"Kill!" The hunting team leader Yibao was the first to react and killed the bandits with ferocious faces.

"Zizila." Purple arcs of electricity flashed in the white mist, cooperating with the militia's lightning attack to resist the ferocious bandits who were being appeased.

"Swish, swish, swish" the militia's bows and arrows followed closely behind.

"Clatter" the sound of chains being pulled was heard, and the purple shadow chain flashed and hit the wretched man who was fighting fiercely with Wangmu. The wretched man must die.

"Dang" the long sword collided with the purple light, the wretched man felt numb all over, and was entangled by the swinging purple light shadow chain, and water conduction was performed.

"Doudoudou" the wretched man trembled all over and his hair stood up due to the electric shock. Then, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. Just as he was about to resist, he felt as if he was flying.

In the beautiful sunset glow, he saw a headless corpse entangled in a purple shadow chain, spurting blood, and then fell into endless darkness, ending his sinful life.

"Swoosh" the purple shadow chain turned into purple light and whistled towards the west.

At the same time, the fragrant mist that filled the battlefield quickly shrank and turned into a three-meter thick fog, like a swimming dragon and a purple light, one in front and one behind, chasing the black shadow that was roaring towards the west.

On Heizi's back, Shang Liangshan, who was carrying out the Ten Thousand Family Incense on a large scale and controlling the Purple Shadow Chain to attack, felt like he was being hollowed out while enduring the pulling force.

The fact that his figure became blurred was the best proof, so after he helped Wang Mu kill the wretched man, he retreated urgently because he really couldn't hold on any longer.

"Retreat!" Seeing that defeat was inevitable, the second in command of the bandits chopped off the remaining gold with a knife, shouted an order to retreat, and turned around and ran away.

The remaining bandits who had resisted the illusion and were comforted fled in all directions, and the rout began.

At the exit of the valley, the scarred man looked at his brother who had left him and escaped, and uttered vicious curses until a light golden arrow pierced his head, and he stopped abruptly.

The incense burners left, and the bandits, who had dropped their weapons, came back to their senses, comforted by the illusion.

But it was too late, they had no way to escape and could only surrender and become prisoners.

The cleanup of the battlefield began, and there was no time to take care of the bandits who escaped from the encirclement.

Because the sun was setting and dusk was approaching, it was useless to pursue them. It was better to rescue the wounded and capture prisoners.

At the gate of the Forgotten Temple, the big cow and the big dog were walking back and forth with anxious looks on their faces. Suddenly, they saw Heizi roaring towards them from far away. They all locked their eyes on the temple spirit who seemed to be floating down from Heizi's back and seemed a little illusory. Their faces suddenly changed.

"Master Temple Spirit, what's wrong with you?" Daniu asked with concern.

“I’m fine, just exhausted. By the way, the battle has been won, you should organize the villagers and follow Heizi’s instructions to treat the wounded.” Before he finished speaking, Shang Liangshan had already merged into the scholar statue.

Upon hearing this, Heizi, who originally wanted to return to the dojo to practice, restored his original form, flew to the bull's head and stomped on it, causing the latter to come back to his senses.

"Big Dog, you stay on duty. I will go and organize the villagers to rescue the wounded." Da Niu turned and said to Big Dog.

"Okay, okay." The big dog nodded repeatedly. The figure of the temple spirit became blurred, which made him very nervous and a little confused.

"Big Dog, you must guard the temple well!" said Da Niu, raising his voice.

"Understood." The big dog gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, straightened his body, his blood surged, his leather armor fluttered without wind, and he responded loudly with a firm look.

At this moment, the big dog broke through the third level of Qi Refining without realizing it.

When Daniu saw this, he was surprised, but time did not allow him to be too surprised or sigh. He looked at the big dog with relief, then turned around and ran out of the yard.

As the guardians of the temple, Da Niu and Da Gou are also the best among the younger generation.

Just talking about their cultivation, Da Niu is at the early stage of Qi Refining, and Da Gou is at the peak of Blood Refining. Now that they are stimulated to break through Qi Refining, it is natural for them to do so.

Of course, cultivation is only one aspect, and fulfilling their duties and having a kind character are the main reasons why they can become temple guardians.

It is said that as soon as Shang Liangshan returned to the Taoist temple, he entered a state of cultivation. The influx of incense and vows filled the emptiness and made him tremble all over. It was so refreshing.

On the battlefield of the ambush, Wangmu ran towards Yihuo, who was sitting on the ground covered in blood, and asked anxiously: "Laowu, hold on, I'm here."

"I'm fine, I'm just exhausted. Let me save my son first." Before he could finish his words, Yihuo's eyes rolled back and he fainted from exhaustion.

He is really stubborn.

Wangmu arrived and grabbed Yihuo's bloody hand to feel his pulse. After a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, took out a bottle, poured out a pill, pinched Yihuo's mouth open, and fed the pill to him. Then he turned around to rescue other wounded people.

"Tie it tightly, Yilang, go to the agreed bridge wooden pier and lead the fleet back to the landing site to wait." Yifeng, whose face was a little pale, gave the order loudly.

"Yes," the wolf agreed, turned around and leaped away like a wolf.

The lost wolf is about twenty years old, 1.75 meters tall, with a strong build, a resolute face and a pair of wolf-like eyes.

In the ravine, the surrendered bandits were tied into a line with thick ropes, and their bodies were carried to the pile of dead wood, and usable supplies were being collected.

The purpose of cremating corpses is to prevent the formation of a dark place and to protect them from being eaten by wild animals.

On the mountain, rescue of the wounded is proceeding in an orderly manner. Surprisingly, no militiamen have been found dead so far.

This miraculous achievement made the group of elders unable to believe it. After confirming it again and again, they couldn't help but smile. No one was killed, but there were indeed many wounded. Nearly half of them were injured, and there were more than a hundred seriously injured.

But, at least no one died. At least no one died.

"Ga ga" Heizi's strange cry echoed over the ravine. It brought a note written by Daniu, which said that they were at the team's boarding boat and should be prepared to pick up the wounded.

"Heizi, what happened to the temple spirit?" Yibao asked Heizi anxiously, who was standing on the head of the great elder.

"Whoosh" the wind sounded, and Heizi flapped his wings, fanning out a faint black wind.

"Master Temple Spirit, are you running out of spiritual power?" Yifeng guessed.

"Ga ga" Heizi called out twice and nodded.

"The distance is too far, the temple spirit is under great restrictions, and he has put all his effort into it, which leads to the depletion of spiritual power." Yifeng thought about it for a moment and figured out the reason.

"It's a good thing that the temple spirit arrived in time, otherwise the fourth brother would be in great danger and we would be defeated." The blood-stained Yi Jin walked over and said with lingering fear.

"Everything went as planned, except for two unexpected changes. One was that there was one more bandit who was a martial artist at the Naling realm, and the other was that the distance was too far, restricting the temple spirit." Yifeng began to reflect on himself.