Start as a Temple Spirit

This is indeed the case. Under the careful planning of Xiaocao, the plant spirit, the Huawai Taoist temple reached saturation after more than 4,000 small fruit trees were planted.

The process is that Heizi is responsible for transporting the small fruit trees, and Xiaocao is responsible for planting them.

The remaining nearly one thousand small fruit trees were planted in the open space near the Forgotten Temple under Xiaocao's planning.

So the villagers who came to burn incense saw a miracle of life.

The newly planted small fruit trees are bursting with vitality, and they are really changing every day. Especially the small fruit trees planted in the temple courtyard, their growth speed is so fast that it is a miracle.

In the palace of the Huawai Taoist Temple, Shang Liangshan slowly opened his eyes and looked around the hall built of white granite. He felt a sense of unreality.

Because the entire hall is like a huge piece of white granite, which was carved out. The whole thing looks natural and heavy, which makes him feel a sense of illusion after staying in the virtual dojo for a long time.

After a brief moment of unconsciousness, Shang Liangshan smiled foolishly like a child returning home, because he had a home.

This is an indescribable emotion, well, like being a stranger in a foreign land, returning home after a long journey, or the emotion that a homesick child feels when he returns home.

After grinning foolishly for a while, Shang Liangshan stood up, stretched, and walked out.

When he saw the green, thriving, more than one meter high, and neatly arranged small fruit trees in front of the temple, he was stunned.

The efficiency of Heizi and Xiaocao is too high, and the growth of small fruit trees is too vigorous.

With a thought, Shang Liangshan disappeared in front of the hall. The next second, his figure appeared on the top of the ten-meter-high hipped hall, overlooking the Taoist temple.

The dojo is dotted with lush green, and the stream gurgles toward the low-lying areas of the dojo. There is a small green figure guiding the flow of the stream, and it is the grass.

"Ga ga" the black one made a strange roar, and flew towards the grass carrying a cloth bag.

Shang Liangshan could understand Heizi's strange howl, which probably meant, "I'm back."

"Not bad, not bad, both of you are very hardworking." Shang Liangshan was very satisfied with the efficiency of Heizi and Xiaocao, and decided to reward them with one ghost pill each when he refines the next one.

Thinking of this, his expression couldn't help but become serious, because the negative energy outside was getting heavier and heavier.

In the temple courtyard, everyone who was petting the wolf cubs felt something and looked towards the temple. They saw Shang Liang walking out of it, so they all greeted him.

Shang Liangshan responded one by one, looked at Yihuo who was holding the wolf cub and opened its mouth to see its fangs, and asked, "Fourth Elder, when did you come back?"

"We came back three days ago." Yihuo replied, complaining, "Liangshan, you don't know, as the Ghost Festival approaches, the evil spirits have moved to the vicinity of the underground palace, scaring a group of little guys who have never seen the world. They dare not sleep, so they have to withdraw early."

"You talk as if you've seen the world." The old patriarch couldn't help but retort.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the yard laughed, and then Da Niu, who laughed the loudest, got beaten.

"Liangshan, did you feel anything after you finished your training?" Yiwu, who was basking in the sun, looked serious and asked Shang Liangshan, who was passing spiritual power to the wolf cub.

"Yeah," Shang Liangshan nodded and replied, "The yin energy is getting heavier. I'll come out and ask for the time."

"Five more days." Yiwu responded slowly.

"There's no need to worry about Liangshan. If the ghosts dare to come, we can just drive them away." Yihuo said shamelessly.

"I thought you were going to say that you drove them away by yourself." Wangmu said unhappily.

Yihuo's habit of bragging and talking nonsense needs to be cured.

"Hehe, that's impossible. I know my own weight." Yihuo said without any sense of shame.

Shang Liangshan suddenly remembered something, slapped his forehead, and said to the leopard who was combing the wolf cub's fur: "Leopard, I'll give you a good thing, take it."

After he finished speaking, he threw a ball of light the size of an egg to Yibao, who hurriedly dropped his wooden comb, caught the ball of light, just took a look at it, and then stayed where he was.

But from his trembling body and facial expression, one could tell that he was very excited.

"What a good stuff." Yishui, Yihuo and others gathered around to take a look curiously.

When they saw the tiger soul in the ball of light, they were also stunned.

"Tiger Demon Soul!" These three words exploded in everyone's mind.

"Little Leopard, why are you in a daze? Why don't you say thank you?" The old patriarch said with a smile.

"Oh oh oh" Yibao came back to his senses and bowed to Shang Liangshan to express his gratitude.

"That's not necessary. You can take the tiger demon soul to the cave for retreat and try to make a breakthrough before the Ghost Festival." Shang Liangshan waved his hand.

"Yes," the leopard agreed, and ran towards the Forgotten Temple amid everyone's congratulatory gazes.

"Hehe, Seventh Elder, you still have the tiger demon soul... No, a wolf soul will be fine too." The big dog turned into a licking dog.

"No more." Shang Liangshan waved his hand and said.

"Bang!" Yihuo kicked the big dog aside and scolded with a smile: "You just broke through the Qi Refining Realm and you want to play with the demon soul."

"I'm just preparing for a rainy day." The big dog defended himself quietly while rubbing his butt.

"We will talk about the matter of the monsters after we safely get through the Ghost Festival. Then the old man will lead the team himself to hunt the monsters and give the monster souls to Yixiong and the others." The old patriarch expressed his plan.

"Do ghosts have mounts? Perhaps a mountain lion similar to a remnant soul?" Shang Liangshan asked.

Hearing this, the old patriarch's eyes lit up and he nodded, "Yes, but I don't know if it can be used."

“I’ll catch it and try to refine it when the time comes.” Shang Liangshan murmured.

"What tiger?" Yihuo asked curiously.

Shang Liangshan heard this and looked at the old patriarch.

The old patriarch stroked his beard and said, “The old man didn’t say much about what happened that night.”

“Oh,” Shang Liangshan understood, and approved of the old patriarch’s strictness, which went a step further.

"Chief, please tell me." Yihuo approached Yiwu.

The old patriarch was helpless about this and could only speak vaguely, recounting the whole process and briefly mentioning the treasure.

As the night fell, the country road was lit up with white light.

This made the children lose all sleepiness and they happily ran to play under the Yuanling lanterns, and the adults had no choice but to follow them.

The sound of "da da da" footsteps could be heard, and teams of militiamen were patrolling, creating a strange atmosphere.

The adults all knew that as the Ghost Festival approached, the village entered a wartime state.

"Ga ga" Heizi let out a strange roar, flew towards a little kid, and hit him on the butt when he was not prepared.

"Heizi is a bad guy." The little brat who was spanked pointed at Heizi who flew into the tree and shouted in grievance.

"Haha" immediately caused a burst of laughter from the adults, and Heizi also laughed strangely "haha". It was sent out by Shang Liangshan for patrol.

"Roar" A low roar came from the rock wall in the southeast direction. It was the warning sound made by Xiaocao.

"Swoosh" Hearing the sound, Heizi rushed away.

When the adults saw this, their faces darkened and they all looked towards the southeast.

At the same time, Shang Liangshan and Yiwu, who were sitting in the temple courtyard, also moved upon hearing the noise.

Shang Liangshan turned into a flying purple light, while the old patriarch leaped like a leopard.