Start as a Temple Spirit

Now that the master is about to come out of seclusion, Xiaocao can't help but breathe a sigh of relief and relax completely.

This is the role of the backbone.

The vision eventually came to an end. As the dark purple lotus disappeared into the scorching sun, the golden flames also receded. The hazy sun returned to the sky and earth, continuing to illuminate the world.

"Swish" a figure walked out from the hazy sun, crossed the void step by step, and appeared in front of the grass.

"Master." Xiaocao greeted happily.

"La la la" Xiao La came whistling and greeted.

"Why are there only two of you here?" Shang Liangshan asked in surprise.

"Master, this is the situation." Xiaocao recounted in detail what had happened over the past month.

"It's an irresistible trend and no one can escape it. If you want to live peacefully, your strength is the only thing that matters." Shang Liangshan couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.

"Master, the old patriarch wants to mobilize more than 5,000 spirit guards to join the battle to break the deadlock."

"What is the situation of temples in various places?"

"It has become surprisingly peaceful. The wandering ghost beasts seem to have been summoned away. The major temples have ushered in a rare period of peace and development. Something is wrong."

"This is a good thing, no need to delve into it. Go and have a rest. The spirit will take care of the outside world."

"Thank you, master." Xiaocao bowed and took his leave.

Shang Liangshan did not go out to see the old patriarch immediately, but sat cross-legged, communicating with the temple gods and statues, and his spiritual consciousness looked around at the development of the major temples and new villages.

It must be said that the changes in the Temple New Town were beyond his imagination.

Those once disorderly shacks have now been replaced by neat and uniform houses, arranged neatly like chess pieces on a chessboard.

The bricks and tiles of the houses are a bit old, and you can tell at a glance that they were built with materials collected from the ruins. Each piece has been carefully selected and restored, like a witness to history.

The tiles on the roof shone with a faint luster in the sun, as if telling of their former glory, as if telling of their past stories, like ancient poems.

The streets are lined with green trees and filled with the fragrance of flowers, like a green ocean. The breeze blows and the leaves rustle, as if cheering for the changes in the new town.

Those once barren lands have now turned into lush rice fields and vegetable gardens, like nature's treasures, nurturing the hope of life.

The villagers work hard here, harvesting abundant vegetables and memories.

Their faces were filled with smiles of satisfaction and happiness, like blooming flowers.

In the center of the town, new facilities are rising from the ground like bright pearls, shining with the light of hope.

The emergence of medical clinics, workshops, etc. not only improved the living conditions of the villagers, but also injected new vitality into the development of the new town.

Pharmacists are busy treating patients in the pharmacy, and craftsmen are carefully making various items in the workshops. It is like a wonderful performance, showcasing the vitality and creativity of the new town.

However, the biggest change is people's mental outlook.

They are no longer those timid refugees living in poverty, but confident, brave and hopeful post-disaster villagers. They are like shining stars, illuminating the future of the new town.

They create a better life with their own hands and protect this land with their wisdom and courage, just like a passionate piece of music, playing the song of hope for the new town.

Shang Liangshan looked at everything in front of him, his heart filled with emotion.

He knew that all these changes were inseparable from the blessing of the temple and everyone's efforts.

It's hard to imagine that I have become a savior without realizing it.

His spiritual consciousness was like a soul wandering in the sky, looking around at the development of each temple, and finally stopped in Zhaonie Town and called the dark spirit to find out the situation.

"My lord, the continuous fighting prevents the Spirit Guards from calming down to practice, refine what they have gained, and comprehend themselves. Therefore, I do not recommend sending the Spirit Guards to fight in the Shiwan Mountains again. It is best not to mobilize them for at least a month. Let the Spirit Guards rest and practice well. It will not be too late to attack when their energy and spirit reach the peak." The Dark Spirit pleaded solemnly.

"Just as you said, let the spirit guards rest for a month. After a month, you will lead 10,000 spirit guards to replace Zi Ling and the others."

"Plan." An Ling bowed and took his leave.

"I seem to have overlooked the spiritual intelligence of the spiritual guard." Shang Liangshan murmured to himself, and his spiritual consciousness returned to himself.

He lay on the grass, looking at the clear sky, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind, as if the sky was the ocean of his thoughts and he was a lonely boat in it, drifting aimlessly.

The sun sets in the west, the afterglow of the setting sun spreads out like brocade, and the clear river is as still as a mirror.

The sunset glow dyed the sky red, like a colorful painting.

The breeze blows gently across the earth, bringing a hint of coolness, making people feel comfortable and pleasant.

Under the Panlong tree, the old patriarch and Shang Liangshan sat opposite each other, and the atmosphere was solemn and serious.

Shang Liangshan said with a bit of helplessness: "Old Patriarch, the Spirit Guards cannot be withdrawn to join the battle for the time being."

"Because they have been fighting for a long time, they are already exhausted physically and mentally. They need some time to rest and recover."

The old patriarch frowned slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he soon understood. He nodded to show his understanding: "The old man forgot this."

"Although the Spirit Guards are powerful, they are also intelligent beings after all, and possess human wisdom."

"They have been through so many battles and must be tired and stressed. Let them have a good rest."

Shang Liangshan sighed softly. He knew that the old patriarch really hoped that he could transfer some spiritual guards back to join the battle to break the deadlock, but the reality forced him to make such a decision.

The spirit guards need time to adjust their mindset and regain their passion and strength for fighting.

The old patriarch looked into the distance, his heart full of worries. He knew well the cruelty of war. Every battle would bring tremendous pressure and harm to the soldiers.

The old man hopes that the spirit guards can recover as soon as possible and return to the battle to defend their homeland.

At the same time, he also realized that these intelligent creatures should be given more care and understanding, rather than simply asking them to fight.

Lingwei is also a child from the Forgotten Land.

"I think a stalemate in the battle situation may not be a bad thing. At least it is better than a major war because the casualties are within an acceptable range, and it is also good for both sides to train with tacit understanding." Zhuying said when she saw that the atmosphere was a bit depressing.

"Not many casualties?" Shang Liangshan asked in surprise.

"It is true that the casualties are not great, but this is our Forgotten Township. There have been many casualties in other townships and villages." The old patriarch nodded.

“The general trend is that if you don’t move forward, you will move backward.”

"Liang Shan, if you have something to say, just say it directly, and stop sighing."

"I want all kids over fifteen to join the hunting team and see some blood."

"Are you trying to follow the kids' wishes?" the old patriarch asked with a little surprise.