He Lan Tianxia

"Someone, dig three feet into the ground!" the abbot ordered in a fit of rage. At that moment, he suspected that the abbot's corpse was somehow connected to the land where green grass had grown.

Seeing a group of monks emerge from behind the dining hall refreshed Murong Junlan's understanding of Anqiao Temple. It seemed that the structure of Anqiao Temple was a profound and unfathomable existence.

When the group of monks who had gone to dig three feet into the ground returned, the abbot and Murong Junlan were still standing motionless.

“Abbot, we’ve dug three feet into the ground, but we haven’t found anything different.”

"A bunch of useless trash!" the abbot cursed angrily, slapping the monk in front of him across the face in frustration. "If you go again, don't come back until you find the abbot's body." The group of monks then slunk away again.

Murong Junlan wasn't in a hurry. After finishing with his fingers, he idly picked at the flowers and plants around him, as if everything in front of him was irrelevant.

The abbot finally lost his temper and swung his staff, striking Murong Junlan with a muffled groan.

"Finally making a move?" Murong Junlan dodged, not intending to engage the abbot directly; he still needed to rescue the people they had captured. So he used his desert lightness skill to maneuver around the abbot. The abbot was already seething with anger, and this attack was like hitting cotton—not only did it not vent his frustration, but it also fueled his rage. In his fury, he caught sight of the woman bound hand and foot, and without thinking, he raised his staff and began to strike her repeatedly.

Murong Junlan panicked upon seeing this, cursing inwardly that he was courting death, and immediately swung his thin rope horizontally. With a "crack," the two weapons collided, producing a strong smell of sparks, and then the two of them began to fight with all their might.

Luo Xie, who was standing nearby, got itchy hands. He grabbed the old pine tree spirit that was watching intently and threw it at Jiang He and the princess, saying "Save them!" before attacking the other monks.

The old pine tree spirit rolled to Jiang He's feet. It felt it had to rescue Jiang He before it could save the princess, since the enemy outnumbered it and it would have an ally should they attack. Sure enough, as soon as it loosened Jiang He's ropes, two monks attacked.

Jiang He, now rescued, immediately rushed to save the princess. The monks, realizing what was happening, surrounded Jiang He and launched a fierce attack. Seeing everyone too busy to save the princess, the old pine spirit's eyes flashed, and a brilliant plan formed in his mind. He rolled to the princess, called out, and tried to reach her, but couldn't. Just then, a monk rushed over and struck the princess with his staff. The old pine spirit broke out in a cold sweat. It thought stupidly, "You damn old pine spirit, I'm right in front of you! Are you blind? You dare attack the princess? Come at me if you dare!" The old pine spirit patted its chest and bravely stepped forward.

The monk was not only bald, but also truly blind. Even with the old pine spirit standing right in front of him, he ignored it, his staff still aimed at the princess's head. The old pine spirit was horrified. This was terrible! If the prince were to lose his temper, it would be unbearable for most. The old pine spirit straightened its back and instantly transformed into a proud tree, arrogantly meeting the monk's staff in its eyes.

With a "crack," a branch snapped off. The old pine spirit glared angrily: "You damned bastard, your great-grandfather's back is broken!" The old pine spirit spun around wildly in rage.

Good heavens, is this a ghost? A tree is writing its autobiography? The monk froze for a moment, then shouted "There's a ghost!" and threw down his stick, turning and running away.

The old pine tree spirit was delighted. "So you're not afraid of me hitting you, but of my spinning! That makes things easier!" It simply picked up the stick the monk had just thrown away and started spinning it wildly, making the monk who was hitting it run away...