Start as a Temple Spirit

At this time, the statue of the general was wrapped in purple arcs of electricity, like the god of thunder descending to the earth.

A closer look reveals that the general's wooden armor changes into a purple robe, sparkling brightly under the purple electric arc.

Its helmet transforms into long, flowing hair that dances with the arcs of electricity.

His originally dull appearance also changed, and he was approaching Shang Liangshan.

The sword in his hand turned into a purple lightning snake, which made the statue look wild and domineering.

"What happened?" Two voices sounded one after another on the left and right sides of the leopard.

Yibao looked back and saw that it was the Second Elder and the Third Elder who had arrived. He hurriedly greeted them and said, "Second Elder, Third Elder, I don't know what happened either."

"It should be related to the roar of thunder at the top of the cliff." The third elder Wangmu guessed as he looked at the statue of the general surrounded by arcs of electricity.

Wangmu is about fifty years old, with her hair in a bun. She is a pretty woman with a round face, big eyes, and neutral lips. She wears a chest-length dress with a high collar and a pomegranate skirt. The dress has a simple yet elegant feel, especially the medicinal fragrance emanating from her body, which adds a touch of mature temptation.

"The general's statue is being reshaped!" said the second elder, staring at the general's statue with sharp eyes.

The second elder was a man in his early fifties, with a broad build, a rough face, an untidy beard, and was dressed in coarse cloth. He looked as wild and strong as possible, and one could tell at first glance that he was a blacksmith.

"Little Leopard, do you know something?" The careful Wang Mu looked at Yibao and asked.

"Third Elder, I know nothing." Yibao replied stiffly.

He really didn't know what the current situation was, but he had seen the temple spirit, and this was a secret that could not be told.

"You are not honest, forget it, I won't tell you then." Yi Jin, who looks rough but actually wise, shook his head and smiled.

When Yibao and the other two were talking in front of the temple, the third roar of thunder came from the top of the cliff.

"Boom" thunder raged, lightning flashed.

Amid the crackling of electric arcs, the Purple Shadow Chain transformed into a Purple Lightning Snake. If you don't look closely, it is still a Purple Shadow Chain.

Because its snake body is made of illusory purple electric arcs.

The illusory purple snake head opened, like a dragon sucking water, swallowing up the electric arc.

At the same time, the flashing lightning in the dark clouds retreated, the sound of thunder dissipated, and only the wind and rain remained.

The purple and black flames quickly gathered together the moment the electric arc dissipated, forming a three-colored figure full of cracks.

"Swish" the illusory purple lightning snake shot towards the neck of Muna's three-color figure, and turned into a dark purple dog chain and disappeared.

"Oh shit." Shang Liangshan came back to his senses slowly and cursed. He was almost struck to pieces by thunder. The dog chain was really harmful.

Without bothering to settle the score with the dog chain, he used the technique of drawing a prison on the ground and escaping underground, heading towards the dojo, his figure almost falling apart.

As soon as he entered the Baiwu Taoist Temple, Shang Liangshan sat down cross-legged, endured the splitting headache, and absorbed the power of the incense and vows.

"Whoosh" white mist rose without wind and whizzed towards the cracked Shangliang Mountain, filling and repairing the cracks.

"Ah" Shang Liangshan let out a pleasurable moan.

In the General Temple, the electric arc disappeared into the statue, and the explosion sound dissipated. Yibao and the other two looked at the statue together.

The originally dull general statue has been transformed into a scholar statue with long hair, ordinary looks, extraordinary temperament, wearing a purple robe, and a purple chain wrapped around his right hand, which adds to his domineering and lifelike appearance.

"This... well, it seems that the name of the General Temple needs to be changed." Yi Jin pondered as he looked at the statue of the scholar.

"It does need to be changed." Wangmu nodded, looked at Yibao and said, "Xiaobao, go get the plaque from the Forgotten Temple and replace it."

"Third Elder, the plaque of the Forgotten Temple was prepared for the meeting hall to be converted into a temple. I think it is better not to change the plaque of the General Temple. Although the temple spirit looks like a scholar, he is also a Confucian general. The chains are the best proof of this." Yibao expressed his thoughts.

"That's right." Yi Jin nodded in agreement and said, "I have seen scholars holding fans and swords, but holding chains... well, he is a Confucian general, a Confucian general."

Wang Mu heard this and rolled his eyes at the two rough guys. He then said thoughtfully, "The prayers at the General Temple will be terminated. The cave will be turned into a forbidden area, and the meeting hall will be converted into a temple."

"It should be so." Yi Jin and Yi Bao nodded in agreement. The statue had changed too much and the villagers would definitely think of something when they saw it, so they had to seal it off and proceed to the second step of the temple spirit plan: the visible temple and the forgotten temple, one bright and one dark.

The three of them discussed the reconstruction of the Forgotten Temple.

Shang Liangshan knew nothing about this and he fell into deep practice.

Lovers say that a day without seeing each other feels like three years, but on the path of cultivation, there is no autumn.

"Ah" a comfortable moan came from Shang Liangshan's mouth, and his whole body was filled with strength.

His practice was forced to stop because the power of incense and vows was exhausted, the pleasure was gone, and he had to wake up.

Looking around, the originally vast white dojo turned into a light golden barrier space, with wisps of white mist floating in the space.

"What's going on?" Shang Liangshan looked at the empty incense and prayers with a puzzled look on his face. Then he thought of a terrible reason, that is, something big had happened in the Forgotten Township.

As soon as he thought of this, his face changed, his figure flashed, and he left the Taoist temple and appeared in the General Temple.

"Eh" Everything was normal in the General Temple, but the change of the statue made Shang Liangshan let out a light exclamation, because the statue and himself were exactly like carved from the same mold, and it was lifelike.

He looked outside the temple and saw that the cave was still normal. It seemed that he had scared himself. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The believers were the source of power for the temple spirits and they must not be killed in large numbers.

Thinking of this, Shang Liangshan turned into a lavender electric light, flashed towards the rock path, quickly passed through the secret door, and appeared in the meeting room.

The meeting hall at this time had changed greatly and turned into a temple. The statues of gods were covered with red silk, waiting for an auspicious day to be consecrated.

After seeing this, Shang Liangshan understood that the drying up of incense and prayers was related to the reconstruction of the temple.

With this thought in mind, he looked outside and was shocked.

Because in the night, the two soldiers on duty were looking at him with enthusiasm, just like seeing a fairy wearing silk, looming, and they wanted to fly over...

"Hmm." Shang Liangshan cleared his throat and said to the two warriors with fiery eyes, "Go and secretly invite the leopard here."

"Yes!" the two soldiers responded excitedly. They met the legendary temple spirit.

Then, the two men exchanged glances, trying to see whose look was more ferocious. Under Shang Liangshan's puzzled gaze, the warrior on the left was defeated. He looked at the temple spirit reluctantly, and then ran to find the captain of the guards.

"What's your name?" Shang Liangshan asked the soldier who had a winning look in his eyes.

"My Lord Temple Spirit, my name is Daniu, Yi Daniu." Yi Daniu replied stiffly, scratching his head.

"Daniu? What a good name. He is as strong as an ox and as powerful as an ox. It really is a good name."