Drink! Ha! Hey!

The loud and rhythmic shouts sounded in the mountain village after the rooster crowed.

Chen Hao just woke up and was surprised to hear the sound.

Listening to the sound is like practicing martial arts!

A classic movie I once watched, the scene of a hundred people practicing martial arts at the beginning of Huang Feihong.

Wow, interesting.

Chen Hao became interested and pushed the black cat who had snuggled beside him. He had woken up, but he was still pretending to be asleep and climbed up.

The black cat couldn't pretend anymore, stretched his waist, twisted his butt, followed Chen Hao, and walked out together.

When I left the door, the cool air in the morning breathed into my abdomen and suddenly felt refreshed.

Looking at the sky is high and the clouds are wide, the fog is locked in the mountains and the small village of Taoyuan, and the leisurely and quiet, Chen Hao felt that yesterday's long journey, climbing mountains and crossings was not in vain.

Just as he was stretching his waist, Chen Hao's mouth curled up.

He saw the rooster.

This guy is now full of energy. He is standing on a haystack, holding his head up and showing off his might.

Down the haystack, a large group of dozens of chickens surrounded them, like subjects, worshiping the emperor.

It's so bad!

With a silence, Chen Hao ignored it and walked in the sound.

The black cat glanced at the rooster, full of disdain.

There are no mountain dogs in the village, and pheasants are called kings and promising.

Soon, Chen Hao saw a scene of practicing martial arts.

But this martial arts practice is completely different from what I think.

In a small venue, more than a dozen elderly people are practicing a set of swordsmanship.

The elderly look very old, some even have gray hair, but each one is naked, revealing a strong body, and those muscles can make some young people envious and jealous.

The sword techniques practiced by the elderly are also very simple, chopping, blocking, and repeating over and over again, with the same standards. Although there are not many changes, they are full of momentum. The machete goes straight and shining with cold light. You can tell at a glance that this seemingly simple sword technique is fierce.

Just as I was watching it interestingly, a voice suddenly sounded behind me: "Master got up so early? How did you sleep last night?"

Chen Hao came back to his senses, turned around and found that the person who was talking was the old man who had last night.

But at this moment, the old man was holding a machete, covered in blood, and his white coat became dirty and torn.

Chen Hao was dumbfounded: "Master, are you?"

The old man smiled and said, "Didn't you agree yesterday to apologize for the master today, so I went to fight a wild boar early in the morning and prepared to get a full pig banquet. Is that beast too heavy and I can't move it alone, so I came back and asked two people to help."

Chen Hao: “…”

"Uncle, you are so fierce." Chen Hao praised sincerely.

The old man laughed: "What's the point? The sword technique taught by the old Taoist priest is better. This is the Taoist sword technique he inherits from the old man, which specializes in killing evil ghosts. It's so amazing. My father learned this sword technique back then and cut more than a hundred Japanese heads. The old Taoist priest said that evil ghosts are ghosts, and the Japanese are also ghosts, and they are comfortable to cut."

Chen Hao was speechless.

The old man suddenly sighed: "Speaking of this, I have practiced sword skills much better than my father. Unfortunately, I was born late. Otherwise, why would my father have been so awesome in front of me for half his life? He would still say that he would make a fortune in this life before dying."

Chen Hao: “…”

"Well, uncle, where is this old Taoist priest practicing? Does he have a Taoist temple? I want to go and worship him." Chen Hao asked.

The old man said, "The Taoist temple has not been taken care of for decades, and it has been destroyed long ago. However, the old Taoist priest was buried in the Taoist temple yard, just in the back mountain. If the master wants to go, he will be able to arrive in about ten minutes."

Looking at the direction the old man pointed, Chen Hao nodded and said, "Thank you, uncle, then I will pay tribute to my Taoist senior first. When I come back, I will taste the old man's whole pig feast."

The old man laughed and said, "The custody satisfies the master. When the old Taoist priest stayed here, he was also attracted by the whole pig feast inherited by my Mao family."

Chen Hao: “…”

I met several Taoist masters, and each of them made me feel like a foodie!

After getting advice, Chen Hao did not hesitate and turned to the back mountain of the village with the black cat.

As for the rooster, I was looking at the beautiful hens in the flock of chickens, and my eyes were gone.

After leaving the village, following a small path and crossing a mountain, Chen Hao saw the Taoist temple under a small mountain peak not far away.

It is said to be a Taoist temple, but in fact it is no different from the houses in the village. It is small courtyards and tiled houses. If it is not for the appearance of similar Taoist temples, Chen Hao really can't recognize it.

At this time, as the old man said, the Taoist temple collapsed halfway, and was blown by wind and rain, and it was already in ruins.

When he arrived at the yard, Chen Hao saw a small grave in the yard.

Although the Taoist temple was dilapidated, the tomb was still very complete, and some burnt paper and shriveled fruit offerings could be seen.

Obviously, the villagers of Mao Lao Village respected this old Taoist priest from the bottom of their hearts. Even if they passed away for decades, they would not forget to worship each year.

Chen Hao walked to the grave and watched Yin and Yang eyes, but did not find the breath of Yin spirit. He didn't know if the old Taoist priest had reincarnated or what happened.

Despite this, Chen Hao still pulled out three spiritual incenses, lit them in front of the grave, and then worshiped them for a while.

Afterwards, Chen Hao walked into the Taoist temple.

No one has entered this for decades, and everything in the Taoist temple has accumulated a thick layer of gray.

Looking around, Chen Hao found that there were no statues of gods in the Taoist temple. Only three god cards were placed on the table table of the central hall, which read the devil Heavenly Lord Yousheng Zhenjun, the ranks of the devil, and the ranks of the sects of the sects of the sects of the sects of the immortal sect.

From the literal meaning, this old Taoist priest inherited the first branch and belonged to a Taoist sect called the Youxian School.

I don’t know if this Taoist senior is alone or the sect still exists. If he is alone, then the inheritance will be considered dead. If the sect still exists, maybe he will come across the Youxian Sect in the future, so I can tell you one or two.

Chen Hao wiped the magic card again, cleaned the desk, and then lit three spiritual incense trees in the incense burner. He was about to bow three times again, suddenly the black cat screamed, interrupting Chen Hao's movement.

Turning around in surprise, Chen Hao was shocked to find that a little fox, who was snow-white all over squatted at the door, blinking his agile eyes at him.

The black cat's hair exploded, grinning, and was full of threats and vigilance.

But the little fox didn't care about it and just looked at Chen Hao.

Chen Hao was a little surprised.

Under the eyes of Yin and Yang, he clearly saw the demonic aura on the little fox, and it was very strong. Obviously, this was a fox demon who had enlightened his spiritual wisdom and had a Taoist practice.

It's really interesting. This is the third monster I encountered except for the Black Cat and the Rooster! It seems that it is stronger than the Black Cat and the Rooster, but it is weaker than the mountain spirit in Baiheguan.

However, the demonic aura on the little fox is very pure. It is obviously a fox demon who practices alone and has never harmed anyone.

Chen Hao naturally does not discriminate against this type of person.

Showing a smile, Chen Hao saluted slightly: "I have met fellow Taoists."

When the little fox saw Chen Hao like this, his eyes lit up, and then he stood up, his front paws intertwined, bent down and nodded as if he was returning a gift.

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Chapter completed!