Chapter 287: I Want to Contribute to the Taoist Temple
The paper mouse crawled silently along the nooks and crannies in the watery night.
Because it was so small and had no aura to speak of on its body, even cultivators would not be able to detect its presence very easily.
"Rustling."
The paper rat ran towards the outside of the Taoist temple, and from time to time, it crept forward to a place halfway up the mountainside and stayed in a clump of dry, barren grass.
"Everyone be careful to add to the blockage, don't make any mistakes!"
An old man wearing a black Taoist robe, gazing at a mountain collapse on the mountain road, was commanding a group of disciples to carry out repairs. As for the place where the mountain rocks collapsed, the rocks were iteratively messed up, the trees toppled over, and a blackened crack was abruptly revealed.
Those repair disciples were also wearing black robes, as if they were ghosts in the dark night, moving the rocks and carefully filling in the crack.
Amazingly, a mass of baleful Qi was being dispersed from the black hole.
If an ordinary person looked at it, they would not realize the existence of the baneful qi, and would only feel that their heart and mind were uncomfortable, as if they were suffering from a serious illness;
And cultivators look, but can see the black smoke rising, as if the wilderness burned a pile of half-wet firewood, especially striking.
The paper rat was motionless in the barren grass, taking in the scene.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
At this time, a weird knocking sound suddenly resounded from within the crack, as if someone was banging their head against the wall in the middle of the night, sounding very creepy.
"There are some half-finished corpse puppets that are out of control, traveling inside the mountain, everyone put their beacons brighter, when there are really corpse puppets coming out, it's fine to restrain them, not to kill them indiscriminately!"
The old man's tone was deep, his cultivation slowly revealed, and he took a few steps towards the crack, those disciples' color intensified, and their movements started to be doubly careful.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
The weird knocking sound was getting closer and closer, at this time, it was heard more truly, like there was something in the mountain that was digging its way through, associating it with the old man's words, it should be those out-of-control corpse puppets that were causing trouble.
"Close, everyone go on alert!"
The old man took the lead, blocking the exit of the crack, his black robe bulging, already ready to strike.
"Boom!"
A moment's effort, a muffled sound came out from within the crack, some stones suddenly flew out from within the crack, immediately, a withered arm reached out from within the crack, sharp claws grasped the edge of the crack, violently exerting force, a corpse puppet shaped like a dry corpse, with a heavy baleful aura, leapt out from within the crack, blood eyes flickering, a horrifying aura!
"Collect!"
That old man lowly shouted, his figure leaped up, a palm pressed on the top of the corpse puppet's head, under the flow of true qi, a strong force pressed on the top, the corpse puppet was pressed to prostrate on the ground, the old man flew up and kicked on the body of the corpse puppet, the corpse puppet's huge body was kicked to fly up and fell beside those black-robed disciples.
"Bind it!"
Without waiting for the corpse puppet to struggle, those disciples rushed up and pressed the corpse puppet to death, binding it into a dumpling with a rope.
"And don't be slack!"
As that old man spoke, he stretched out his arm towards the crack as if he had grabbed something, followed by bending at the waist as if it was a taut bowstring, and then he violently drew back his arm, surprisingly yanking a corpse puppet out from within the crack in a hard way, and threw it towards those disciples, and the corpse puppet was tied up solidly again.
"The people inside have to be faster, it's not going to end this way!"
The old man suddenly said this, his body still blocked in front of the crack, swept a glance at the bundled corpse puppets, his face was gloomy, just at this moment, the fury within the crack steeply flourished, spouting out, several dead souls rushed out from within the fury, drifting out all over the sky ……
"Not good, everyone quickly capture the dead souls!"
The old man was alarmed, rushed to the crack a raised hand, sprinkled out a number of golden-yellow talisman seal, strangling and reciting incantations, will not yet rushed out of the souls of the dead sealed within it, and those black-robed disciples, hurriedly unfolded their body, to capture the souls of the dead that escaped ……
"Snort!"
At this time, the Paper Mouse retreated silently, and made its way back to Meng Fan's residence without incident.
Sensing that the paper rat had returned, Meng Fan opened a doorway and grabbed the paper rat in his hands, then his finger made a point at the paper rat's brow, withdrawing the divine thought attached to the blood on the paper rat's brow, and the scene from earlier flooded into his mind, the picture was slightly blurred and missing, but despite this, it still made Meng Fan's mind shake!
"The secrets of the mountain …… Tiger Yang Guan are within the mountain!"
"No wonder the undercover agents of the seven groups previously found nothing, Tiger Yang Guan is truly a good tactic!"
This discovery and let Meng Fan breathe heavily, itching to immediately pass this piece of news to the seven groups, but then he froze.
"Those dead souls ……"
Meng Fan checked the picture in his mind, peering at the scene of the undead souls flying out, and his attention couldn't help but be drawn to one of the undead souls!
Only the face of that undead soul showed a look of horror, and after flying out from within the crack, it flew rapidly in the direction of Tiger City City……. Meng Fan was familiar with the appearance of this undead soul, much like Xiao Yu's mother!
He had seen the image of Xiao Yu's mom on Shangguan Ning's computer and was extremely impressed. However, the information he had gotten from the paper rat was slightly deficient, and he couldn't be sure if it was or not.
"No, we must go and take a look, if it really is Xiao Yu's mom, we must save it!"
The situation is urgent, can't afford to think much, Meng Fan clad in his Taoist robes, swept toward the collapse …… For whether he will get into trouble, he already doesn't care too much, the big deal is to let Qiu Daoshi help himself to block, Qiu Daoshi can't do it, Mori is always okay, right?
"Who!"
"Stop!"
As a result, Meng Fan had just swept out of the courtyard of the residence when two disciples blocked his path, pointing two long swords at him.
"Get lost, I'm Meng Niu Ba, I'm going to contribute to the Taoist Temple!"
At this point in time, keeping a low profile could only lead to mischief, Meng Fan's domineering aura was rampant as he unfolded his Meng Dao Technique, his speed suddenly accelerating like a swimming fish, slipping past the long swords and rushing towards the mountain gate.
Hearing Meng Fan's words, both disciples were stunned, then one of them was about to go after him, but was stopped by the other disciple: "Meng Niu Ba we can't afford to mess with, there's someone above us."
"This Meng Niu Ba really knows how to make a splash!" The disciple who was stopped said hatefully, Meng Fan's shadow was long gone from his sight.
"He's probably going to be planted this time, the core disciples are all out, how can he be allowed to grab the credit." Another disciple said.
Meng Fan traveled all the way, encountering a total of three blocks, but all of them were forced through by him, traveling all the way across the country, and soon arrived at the crack of the slippery slope, and saw the black-robed old man, his figure slightly lurched.
"Meng Niu Ba?" That old man was guarding the crack, and was really taken aback when he saw Meng Fan swaggering and flying over, "What are you doing here?"
"Back to the Elder, guessing that you guys needed me, I didn't hesitate to come over and help!" Meng Fan continued to swipe down the mountain, this old man he had seen before, when he and Zhu Hong dueled in the martial arts arena, several Elders had participated, and this old man was one of them.
"Hehe!" Looking at Meng Fan's distant back, the old man did not make a move, but only laughed coldly, "Need an egg!"