Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

After Song Nianru put the weapons in Gu Lingxiao's warehouse, she teleported to a certain place in the city at will, and the place she appeared happened to be at the foot of a mountain.

The scenery here is quite nice, with green pines and cypresses and few people.

Song Nianru breathed in a deep breath of fresh air with satisfaction, then wandered off to explore the mountain. After a few steps, she suddenly lunged forward to the left with lightning speed.

When he stood firm again, he was holding a fat pheasant with bright feathers in his hand.

Good guy~

Song Nianru weighed the weight in her hand. Is this guy really a pheasant? I think I need to lose some weight! The pheasant stretched its neck, its eyes rolling around, clearly unconvinced.

Song Nianru took out a gleaming dagger from the space and cut the guy's neck with one blow.

He got a bucket of water from the space, quickly washed and cleaned the fat chicken, removed the internal organs, and tried to use the method he learned from a small world to roast the beggar's chicken.

Soon, a faint fragrance emanated from the tightly wrapped mud ball.

A breeze blew by, and the fragrance immediately spread far away.

Song Nianru curled her lips in satisfaction and roasted it for a while longer. When she felt it was almost cooked, she turned off the fire and used a long sword to knock away the dried dirt on the beggar's chicken.

Peel off the lotus leaves inside.

Soon, the juicy, tender chicken inside was revealed, clearly cooked. Song Nianru put on disposable gloves and prepared to devour it.

Suddenly, a loud and passionate singing voice came from a distance.

As I got closer, I gradually heard the lyrics:

"The Tian Gang protects the battle flag, and the Three Pure Ones come down the mountain to guard the old pass. Even if my blood is shed, I will not return until I defeat the invaders!"

It started with one person's voice, then more and more joined in, finally becoming a chorus. The singing grew louder and louder, and there was an inexplicable sadness and freedom in the sound that made my blood boil.

The song ended, there was a pause, and then the singing started again, this time with a different style:

"With my left hand I perform Tai Chi, with my right hand I thrust my sword forward, my righteous spirit sweeping the world, my wish is to eradicate violence and uphold justice...

Song Nianru: “…”

In the blink of an eye, a strangely shaped team passed by her.

I saw a group of Taoist priests with sage-like appearance, wearing Taoist robes and Taoist crowns. There were about a hundred of them in total, marching down the mountain in an orderly manner.

The leading Taoist priest, with his hair and beard all white, looked a hundred years old. Many other elderly Taoists were also present in the group, all with solemn expressions. There were also some young Taoists who looked only about ten years old, with childish expressions still lingering, some even showing excitement in their eyes.

Everyone in the team held a magical weapon in their hands. Some held iron swords, some held copper halberds, some held broadswords, some held iron rods, some held whisks, and some even held yellow talismans.

Among them was a Taoist priest who Song Nianru felt looked quite familiar.

His steps were heavy, his back slightly bent, as if he were carrying a thousand-pound weight on his back. Every step seemed incredibly difficult. Song Nianru recognized him. Wasn't this the man she had just traveled through time with, the one Old Madam Jiang and the Second Madam summoned to their courtyard to exorcise evil spirits?

What was it called? Oh, right, it was Taoist Master Chen!

Song Nianru slapped his forehead.

Really, after not seeing him for a few years, she has completely forgotten about him.

So, the ghost of the iron-thorn tiger she tamed has been following Taoist Master Xiachen in the past few years, and Taoist Master Xiachen has suffered a lot.

Song Nianru couldn't help but hold his forehead.

In fact, she just wanted to teach him a little lesson at the beginning, but who would have thought that she would actually forget about it.

Perhaps Song Nianru's gaze was too strong, and Taoist Liaochen looked up as if realizing something, and happened to meet Song Nianru's gaze. His eyes immediately lit up, and almost without thinking, he quickly walked a few steps, came up to Song Nianru, and greeted her:

"Madam, how are you?"

Song Nianru smiled slightly:

"Master Liaochen, it's been a long time. Your temple is so grand today. Is there some grand event taking place at the Lotus Sutra?"

Taoist Master Liaochen smiled bitterly:

"The eldest young lady is of noble birth, how could she not know the dangers facing Yuncheng these days? The ancestor of Songyun Temple passed down the precepts: 'In prosperous times, cultivate in peace; in troubled times, help others.'"

"Now that Yuncheng is threatened by bandits, Master has decided to lead the people down the mountain and vow to protect the peace of this area."

Song Nianru chuckled:

"The Taoist priests' righteousness is so moving, but is it just this weapon?" This is too sloppy.

"Ahem!" Taoist Master Liaochen blushed.

"People outside the world have nothing, and these are the only things we can use to barely defend ourselves against the enemy..."

Despite Songyun Monastery's fame, it had always been a place where they collected little money and devoted much effort to charity. Their income often fell short of their expenses, which was why he had taken on Madam Jiang's job that day, simply to raise some money for the temple.

Upon hearing this, Song Nianru couldn't help but sigh.

When she had traveled to the modern era before, she had heard many stories about Taoist priests coming down from the mountains to save people during special times, but no one survived. It was heartbreaking, but she had never expected to encounter a real-life version of that when she traveled to the Republic of China.

Although the Taoists each have their own magical powers, with only this little equipment, how can they possibly win against the allied forces' foreign guns and cannons?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at the Iron Thorn Tiger on Taoist Chen's back. The Iron Thorn Tiger was shaking its head and tail, sticking out its tongue happily at her.

Song Nianru: “…”

Perhaps her gaze was too obvious, and Taoist Lechen had an idea.

He immediately bowed deeply to Song Nianru:

"Madam, Liaochen had offended many people that day. The light punishment you gave him was what Liaochen deserved. It shouldn't be mentioned again."

"However, Yuncheng is in danger now, and Lechen has an unwelcome request. I wonder if the eldest young lady could temporarily remove this evil object. After Lechen finishes this matter, if he is still alive, he will come to apologize to the eldest young lady again."

As he spoke, Lechen's face looked a little embarrassed, and he even looked a little reluctant.

In the past few years, Tiejihu has been with him day and night.

Although it was a bit heavy and sometimes liked to tease it, it never hurt him. Gradually, Taoist Liaochen got used to its presence.

Over time, the man and the beast developed a tacit understanding. If it weren't for the special circumstances this time, he really might not be willing to part with the Iron Thorn Tiger.

"Why do you say that, Taoist priest?"

Song Nianru smiled slightly:

"I just wanted to play a joke on you that day, but I forgot all about it afterwards. I feel really bad for you... so, let's put it this way."

She said:

"The Yin Beast behind the Taoist Priest is a fierce Iron Thorn Tiger. It can both deter evil spirits and aid the Taoist Priest in battle."

"Since it has been with you for several years, I believe it loves you very much. I will give it to you as a small compensation. I wonder if you would be willing to accept it?"

Upon hearing this, Taoist Master Liaochen's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he bowed solemnly again:

"Thank you for your generous gift, Madam. I am deeply grateful. How could I not be grateful?"