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Although Luoxia Mountain is the territory of the Wang family, it does not prevent the uninformed local people from setting up temples for peace. Anyway, the Luoxia Wang family will not be idle with the local people for such a thing.

However, perhaps because during the later development of Luoxia Mountain, the mountain temple was located a little far away from the main road, and the number of incense gradually decreased over time, and today it has become a ruined temple.

However, it seems that hunters from the mountains often rest here, so even though the main hall has long been dilapidated and the statue of the mountain god enshrined has long faded, it is not considered deserted.

Zhang Da and others immediately packed up after entering the mountain temple, while Zhang Wei took out the three incense sticks stored on the altar and bowed to the mountain god statue.

Zhang Wei's attitude is quite pious. Because thousands of years ago, when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was not polluted, there were many elves born and raised between heaven and earth, and local people could get their protection by worshiping them.

Later, the objects of worship by the people no longer even included these elves, but also included some spiritual beasts who had opened up their spiritual wisdom and even enlightened immortal cultivators.

But then the world changed drastically and the spiritual energy was polluted by turbid air. Affected by the environment, more and more elves left their believers and escaped into the spiritual veins with strong spiritual energy.

Some gathered together to resist the tide of the times with collective strength. And the force they formed after gathering together is now the Sacrifice Mountain Sect, one of the five great sects!

It can be said that in every temple in these five regions that worships indigenous gods, maybe the gods they worship are still alive! It’s just that I no longer accept incense offerings.

So Zhang Wei felt that if he met someone on the road, he would just say goodbye casually, since he didn’t need any money anyway. If the god he is worshiping is still alive and happens to see his worship, he might be in a good mood and give him a chance.

"Master, it's ready."

At this time, Zhang Da and others finished cleaning up the mountain temple and brought a cleaner horse stool to Zhang Wei. There was also a cloth on the ground, and some wine and meat bought from the Luoxia City restaurant were placed on it.

Zhang Wei sat down and ordered Zhang Da: "Pour a bowl of wine for this mountain god. After all, we borrowed someone else's place to rest."

"Yes!" Zhang Da obediently asked his servant to hold the wine jar and pour a large bowl for the mountain god. Some of the wine liquid even spilled onto the altar table, and the aroma of wine overflowed for a while.

"Hiss—the wind is blowing?"

Zhang Wei chewed his teeth, looked at the slowly gloomy sky outside, and muttered: "It's going to rain. Look at the weather, it's not going to be rainy."

Rumble————

As soon as Zhang Wei finished speaking, a deafening thunder struck down, startling Zhang Da and others. Then heavy rain poured down, turning the outside of the mountain temple into a marsh in the blink of an eye.

"It's raining so hard. Fortunately, we entered the mountain temple in advance, otherwise we would all be drowned."

While stuffing mutton into his mouth, Zhang Wei said to Zhang Da and others who were accompanying him: "Okay, you all should stop standing. Sit down with me and enjoy the fire."

"Thank you, Master!"

Several servants were immediately flattered and gathered around the bonfire. Zhang Wei also invited them to eat some wine and meat to warm up.

While the wine and meat were in full swing, Zhang Wei's ears heard the sound of hurried footsteps added to the sound of rain and thunder outside.

Tap tap tap————

Zhang Wei frowned and his eyes signaled Zhang Da and others to get ready. Zhang Da and others immediately understood, and each reached out and took out a short knife from their waists, their expressions became stern and on guard.

Then a young voice came from outside the temple.

"Master Wu, there is a mountain temple here! Let's go in and take shelter from the rain!"

As soon as the young man finished speaking, a hoarse voice sounded out. "Have you forgotten what I told you before coming here? Don't enter the temple!"

The young man wiped the rain off his face, revealing a big pimple on his nose, and continued: "But it's raining so heavily. It's too dangerous to drive in the mountains on a rainy day!"

The middle-aged man known as Mr. Wu still said unmoved: "Don't talk nonsense. I know there is a cave near here. Let's go there to take shelter from the rain! Follow me!"

The man known as Mr. Wu seemed to have a high prestige among their group. After saying this, he immediately stood up and left, and the others immediately followed silently. The young man who had proposed to go into the temple to take shelter from the rain had no choice but to give up.

After the group of people left, Zhang Da, who was observing through the crack in the window, came back and reported to Zhang Wei: "The second master is a local master."

Zhang Wei frowned when he heard this, and his disgust was not concealed.

The so-called local masters are just promoting them, their real names should be called tomb robbers! What you do has nothing to do with archeology!

Seeing the unhappy look on Zhang Wei's face, Zhang Da quickly changed his words and said: "It is rumored that many dignitaries from the previous dynasty were buried in Luoxia Mountain after their deaths. These rats are probably targeting a certain tomb! Hi, also I don’t know who would be so unlucky that he wouldn’t be able to live in peace even if he died.”

"Notify the government later and ask them to pay attention. I think the local aristocratic families in Luoxia City don't want a group of rats to appear next to their ancestral graves." Zhang Wei said coldly.

"yes!"

After Zhang Wei finished speaking, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, but before he could put the glass down, he heard a rush of footsteps coming from outside the temple.

"Huh? Is there anyone else?"

Zhang Wei frowned, and Zhang Da and others around him immediately drew out their daggers, but Zhang Wei ordered them to put them away.

"Only one this time."

Not long after, there was a sound of cursing outside the temple, and then a scholar covered in mud opened the temple door, bringing in a gust of cold wind.

"God, why don't you open your eyes? Why did it suddenly rain so heavily! It's so cold! Huh?"

The scholar who was wiping the rain off his face had just finished speaking when he discovered that there was someone else in the temple, and it seemed that he was a young master from a certain family. His expression suddenly froze.

However, Zhang Wei made a courtesy gesture and took the initiative to introduce himself: "Late student Li Wen, these are some of my servants who have met literary friends."

The scholar was in a trance when he saw this, as if he was recalling the past when he was still studying hard to prepare for the imperial examination. After reacting, he returned the greeting and said: "Ding Hao, I have met a literary friend."

Then Ding Hao took the initiative and said: "I'm soaked in the rain. Can I use the Guibao ground to warm myself up by the fire?"

Zhang Day was startled. He didn't expect that the guy in front of him didn't treat him as an outsider. However, just as he was about to scold him, he was stopped by Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei took the initiative to invite: "In the wilderness, meeting each other means we are destined to meet each other. Please sit down. Zhang Da, bring a chair to this brother."

"Thank you little brother."

Ding Hao first bowed his hands to Zhang Wei, and then saw that Zhang Da reluctantly set up a horse stool for him. Without being polite, he waved his sleeves and let out a cold snort before sitting down.

"snort!"

Originally, Ding Hao encountered a flash flood and had a lot of mud on his body. When he flicked his sleeves, the mud splashed over half of Zhang's body.

Zhang Da's face darkened on the spot, but he didn't dare to have an attack due to Zhang Wei's presence, so he could only glare at Ding Hao fiercely from behind.

After Ding Hao sat down, Zhang Wei took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for Ding Hao and asked: "Brother Ding, where is he from? Why did he come to this barren mountain alone? And this is..."

Ding Hao took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, and then his eyes lit up instantly.

Good wine!

If what he expected was correct, this should be the aged wine of Zuixianju in Luoxia City! When he was still a mortal, he smelled it when he passed by Zuixianju!

It seems that the boy in front of me is indeed a young master from a big family.

A hint of sternness flashed in Ding Hao's eyes, and then he sighed: "Brother, I heard that Luoxia Mountain is one of the most beautiful scenery in Yun Kingdom, so I wanted to come here to experience it. As a result, God was not kind to me, and a heavy rain caused a flash flood. You just made me look like this. It’s a joke to Brother Li.”

Then Ding Hao changed the topic and asked: "By the way, Brother Li, your surname is Li. Are you from the Li family, a high-ranking family in Luoxia City?"

Zhang Wei paused, then looked sad, and sighed: "Yes, the deceased head of the Li family, Li Defu, was my third uncle. He had been studying abroad before, and he rushed back without stopping after hearing the bad news. For this reason I also took a shortcut, but unexpectedly I was trapped here by a mountain rain.”

"That's it... My condolences, my condolences..."

As he spoke, Ding Hao picked up the wine bottle, poured a glass of wine for Zhang Wei and Zhang Da, and toasted: "This man has passed away. If Uncle Li was still alive, he would not want Brother Li to sink into grief and be unable to extricate himself." ”

Zhang Wei took the wine glass and sighed: "Oh, thank you Brother Ding for your comfort."

After speaking, he put his hands on the cup, raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp. Ding Hao, as if he were the master here, greeted Zhang Da and others very naturally: "Come on, come on, you guys should have a drink too."

As he said that, Ding Hao poured a few glasses of wine for Zhang Da and others.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Da and others all looked at Zhang Wei, but when they saw Zhang Wei nodded lightly, they drank the wine with confidence.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Ding Hao even pulled Zhang Wei into a poem duel, as if he wanted to show off his talents, but was beaten unilaterally by Zhang Wei.

Even if the adapted song "I'm About to Enter the Wine" couldn't fully bring out the charm of the original version, it still hit Ding Hao to the point of being autistic, but he was still forced to drink several drinks by Ding Hao.

Not long after, Zhang Wei blushed and said with a smell of alcohol: "Hiccup~~I can't do it anymore...Brother Ding, I really can't drink anymore...I can't drink anymore..."

After saying that, he tilted his head and fell directly to the ground.

Zhang Da and the others next to him were also blushing, their heads were shaking, and they looked like they were drunk. So much so that he couldn't even help Zhang Wei.

Seeing that Zhang Wei and his party had lost the ability to take care of themselves, Ding Hao threw the wine glass to the side. The smell of alcohol was dissipated under the influence of spiritual energy, and he became completely sober.

"snort!"

Ding Hao snorted coldly, looked at the fallen Zhang Wei with a gloomy face and said: "How dare a mere mortal dare to drink with me? If the sweat medicine of mortals hadn't taken effect too slowly, I wouldn't have stayed with you for so long! "

Then Ding Hao knelt down, stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Wei's young face, and said to himself: "It's a pity that you are so talented, but you died in the middle before you shined in the imperial examination. If I had With your talent, I would have passed the exam and become an official. But if I were an official, how would I have embarked on this immortal path?

Don't blame me, brother Li. Who told you, the Li family, to ruin my opportunity? If your damn third uncle hadn't suddenly made a mistake and went to find other immortal cultivators to destroy my technique of gathering evil spirits and raising ghosts, why would I have to have this relationship with your family? "

As he spoke, Ding Hao pulled out a dagger from his package and gestured: "As the saying goes, destroying a person's wealth is like killing his parents. My chance of becoming an immortal was interrupted by your family. It will cost you and your family Isn't it too much to be buried with him? Brother Li, don't blame me, blame your uncle!"

After saying that, Ding Hao's face turned grim, and he held the dagger in his backhand and was about to insert it into Zhang Wei's heart. However, at this moment, he suddenly heard a strong wind coming from behind him!

"who!"

Bang!

Click————

The sound of the wooden stick breaking sounded, and Ding Hao flew sideways, followed by half of the broken wooden stick.

"ah!!!!!"

Ding Hao fell to the ground, covering his bleeding head and screaming like a pig being killed. When he saw clearly the person who attacked him, he suddenly said in shock and anger: "How is that possible! Why didn't you faint?!"

Zhang Da threw aside the broken wooden stick in his hand with a look of disdain, took out his short knife, and spat: "With your three-legged cat-like drug-taking skills, how dare you harm Grandpa Zhang?! I, I was When you were walking around the world, you were still holding your mother in your arms!"

"presumptuous!"

Ding Hao immediately cursed when he heard this, and then he stood up from the pain in his head, and cursed: "How dare a mere mortal dare to insult me! Today I will let you know what it means to be an immortal!"

After speaking, Ding Hao waved his hand, and a ball of orange-red flames waved out from his hand. Zhang Da was shocked when he saw this and hurriedly stepped back. However, the flames still rushed towards Zhang Da with great force.

"Hahahaha, go to hell!"

Ding Hao shouted with a ferocious expression, but at this moment, he suddenly felt his eyes go dark, and a young figure appeared in front of him, still holding the broken stick in his hand.

"You...don't..."

Ding Hao's eyes suddenly widened, and just when he was about to shout, he saw Zhang Wei rushing towards him, stabbing his eyes with the wooden stick in his hand, and stabbed it into his head!

After a poke and a twist, the brain was completely smashed. Zhang Weicai let go of his hand and let Ding Hao's body fall backwards to the ground.

Without the supply of spiritual power, the flame gradually became smaller as it rushed towards Zhang Da, and by the time it was in front of Zhang Da, it had become a thin layer. Upon seeing this, Zhang Da rolled over and hid.

In fact, even if Zhang Da didn't hide, it wouldn't be a big deal. As for Ding Hao's spiritual power, which was worse than Zhang Wei's, the fire seemed to be bluffing. In fact, it was so frivolous that even a person could charge through it.

But Zhang Dake didn't dare to bet. After all, the opponent was an immortal cultivator with fire-breathing hands. He was just a mortal and it was better to play it safe.

Zhang Da patted the dust on his body, then looked at Ding Hao's body, which was poked by Zhang Wei with a stick, and asked hesitantly: "Second Master..."

To be honest, he still couldn't believe it until now. He had just beaten away the legendary immortal cultivators with a stick!

That's a cultivator! He was knocked away with a stick! From now on, I will have a lot of fun with Xiao Cui in the village!

Zhang Wei clapped his hands and said nonchalantly: "Well done, I'll give you a monthly salary later."

In fact, as early as the first time he saw Ding Hao, Zhang Wei sensed the spiritual energy in the other person's body and became alert. He even used a breath-condensing technique to prevent the other person from seeing his cultivation level.

Unexpectedly, by chance, the rural cultivator he met while hiding from the rain in the mountains turned out to be the same demonic cultivator who was raising a kid at his uncle's house!

What a pleasant surprise.

Zhang Wei squatted down and observed the other party carefully for the first time.

"The body is thin, the ribs are obvious, and he looks malnourished. There are calluses on his hands from practicing writing, and he is poorly dressed. Combined with this characteristic of low cultivation, he should have been a depressed and frustrated scholar before he entered Taoism...

Although the spiritual power on his body is weak, his aura is upright and does not have the dark feeling of a demon cultivator, which shows that the other party has just come into contact with the demonic path...

Therefore, this is a lucky man who has no master's inheritance and entered Taoism by chance. It seems that there is no need to worry about killing the young one now that the old one is here. "

Although it was his first time to kill someone, Zhang Wei didn't feel nauseous. Maybe it was because in his previous life, he often held his job while watching the uncle slaughtering pigs in the slaughterhouse next door. Zhang Wei felt that Ding Hao's corpse in front of him was no different from the pork on the chopping board.

"This person..."

Just after Zhang Wei stood up, Zhang Da pointed at Ding Hao's body and asked, "It's a matter of immortal cultivators, and he didn't dare to deal with it casually."

Zhang Wei glanced at Ding Hao's corpse and wondered whether he should follow the example of his steady predecessors. After all, the other party is a demon cultivator who practices demonic skills. No matter how weak he is, there is still a risk of accidents, right?

But looking at the pouring rain outside, Zhang Wei also knew that it was unrealistic to burn the body at this time, so after thinking about it for a while, he said: "Chop it into eight pieces and throw it in different directions in the forest to feed the wolves."

"yes!"

Zhang Da promised, but he thought in his heart that this was still not safe. The obedient book said that some immortal cultivators could put back the severed heads, so it was better to cut them into pieces.

After Zhang Da slapped the other two unconscious servants awake, and worked together to move Ding Hao's body to another place so as not to hinder Zhang Er Ye's eyes, Zhang Wei also began to count his trophies.

"Let me go, this bastard is too poor, isn't he?"

Zhang Wei took the wooden stick with a look of disgust and rummaged through Ding Hao's package. He only found two sets of clothes and a few books. The remaining one hundred taels of silver was probably sold from his cousin. Huo Yanshi swindled the stolen money.

Zhang Wei curled his lips and looked through Ding Hao's books again.

Well, this is the most basic Qi-entraining art. I'm afraid Ding Hao entered the Tao using Qi Entrainment. But it has no value to Zhang Wei now.

One of the two remaining books records the distribution of the immortal cultivating forces in Yun Kingdom and surrounding countries. However, Zhang Wei compared it with the latest information he bought at Linglong Immortal Workshop and found out when this book was written. It was probably quite early. There were some forces that he had never heard of, and they were probably dead long ago.

It's useless.

And the last book is the "Five Ghost Seeds" that Ding Hao uses to cultivate little ghosts to follow the path of demon cultivation. A fragment of a magic technique that can be practiced to the level of foundation building.

By cultivating five ghosts, and planting them into one's own limbs and heart after taking shape, once practiced, one can borrow the spirits of the five ghosts to assist in absorbing spiritual energy. During the battle, the five ghosts can also be released to assist in the battle. It is a side skill that can change one's own training qualifications.

Presumably, Ding Hao felt that it was too late for him to practice immortality after turning thirty, so he wanted to practice this kind of technique so that he could catch up from behind. But it's a pity that Zhang Wei ruined the five ghosts' good deeds before they were completed.

"The heart is as high as the sky, but life is as thin as paper." Zhang Wei sighed, and then threw the magic technique into the bonfire. Watching calmly as it slowly turned to ashes in the flames.

He has the right path to follow, so why did he build something that would cause everyone to beat him up if he was exposed?

Then Zhang Wei fell into deep thought.

So, in his first battle with the immortal cultivators, he didn't get any resources that would directly help his cultivation?

"Forget it, I have earned one hundred taels at least, and I have enough money to build a small villa when I go home. Plus the two hundred taels of silver provided by the Fuwei Escort Agency, I guess I have enough funds to build a water tanker and generate electricity!"

Zhang Wei said with emotion, and this accident also just relieved a hidden danger in his uncle's family. Otherwise, if Ding Hao really escapes, cousin Li Sheng might not even be able to sleep well.

"The outside world is too chaotic. Go back and practice cultivation quietly, and you won't come out." Zhang Wei couldn't help but sigh, who would have thought that he had already hidden himself to this point, so why did he encounter a demon cultivator?

Fortunately, this demon cultivator has not yet started, and is a rookie who is better than himself. Otherwise, he would have to take out the thunderbolt he prepared.

Then Zhang Wei seemed to have thought of something, turned around and cupped his hands towards the mountain god statue behind him and said, "Thank you, Lord Mountain God."