Three days later, Lingwu Mansion, foothills of Damang Mountain.

In the evening, Shen Lang walked out of the forest and looked up at the sky. He saw dark clouds in the sky and a rain was about to come. He was about to choose a place to camp for shelter. Xiao Zhao, who was exploring the way ahead, suddenly received a message from his heart:

"Shen Lang, come quickly. There is a mountain temple here. Although it has been abandoned, the roof is still intact. You can stay here for one night. By the way, I also caught a few pheasants. They are fat and strong. Come on.

Come and be a beggar chicken!”

Shen Lang chuckled and replied: "Come right over!"

Following the telepathy, he flew towards Xiao Zhao's location.

After bypassing a mountain ridge, we entered a dense forest. There was a mountain path covered with grass. After walking along the path for a while, we saw a small temple.

This small temple looks like it has been abandoned for a long time. Weeds more than a foot deep have grown in the gaps between the steps under the eaves. There are also many weeds growing here and there between the roof tiles.

The temple door had collapsed long ago, and no one knew who had pried the threshold away. Xiao Zhao squatted in front of the empty door, licking his paws gracefully. There were seven or eight plump pheasants with colorful feathers piled in front of him.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Shen Lang thanked Xiao Zhao for his hard work, walked into the temple door and took a look, and saw that it was empty inside, except for a statue of a god with most of its colorful knees peeled off, exposing a large piece of clay. There was not even an offering table left in front of the statue.

Not to mention the incense burner.

"It was completely abandoned. Even the incense burner and the altar table were moved away. This mountain god doesn't seem to be very effective!"

Shen Lang chuckled, looked up at the roof again, and saw that the roof was generally intact, with only two places that were slightly transparent, so he walked out of the temple gate, jumped onto the roof, and repaired the two places that were transparent.

After mending the roof, Shen Lang nodded with satisfaction, went down to deal with the pheasants that Xiao Zhao had hunted, and started making beggar's chickens.

When it became dark outside the temple and heavy rain fell, Shen Lang was already in the temple eating tender and delicious beggar's chicken with Xiao Zhao and Xiao Yu. Xiao Gu also held a chicken claw and squatted by the fire.

In front of him, he symbolically gnawed on the skin of chicken feet.

The little rabbit didn't touch the smell of meat. He was holding a roasted yam and eating it in small bites. His demeanor was particularly elegant.

When he was eating vigorously, Xiaogu suddenly turned his head and looked outside the temple door:

【Someone is coming...】

In this rainy night, its perception is sharper than that of a cat.

The cat's eyesight, hearing, and sense of smell will all be disturbed by heavy rain, but Xiaogu's "soul vision" will not be disturbed in any way. Through the thick night and thick rain curtains, one can see the bright "soul fire" of a living person in the distance.

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[Soul fire is very dazzling and energetic, but it is not an ordinary person.]

Shen Lang nodded silently, and with a wave of his hand, he took all the little monsters into the space, even the leftover chicken bones, leaving only half of the beggar's chicken in his hand, which he ate slowly.

Not long after, footsteps were heard outside the temple door. Perhaps they saw the light of fire in the temple. The person outside the door paused for a while, then started walking again and entered the temple door.

Shen Lang looked sideways and saw that the people coming were two men and one woman.

The two men are both burly men in their thirties, wearing black attire, each carrying a broad-backed machete. Both of them are breathing long and have bright eyes.

Shen Lang has now killed hundreds of warriors with his own hands, and there are dozens of those who have reached the sixth level. He himself has reached the sixth level, so he knows the characteristics of the sixth level and above warriors very well.

At this time, just listening to the breathing rhythm of the two big men and looking at the look in their eyes, one can tell that these two men have a cultivation level of six or above.

As for whether it is the sixth grade or the fifth grade, it cannot be seen at a glance.

The two big men were the first to enter the temple gate, looking around warily for a while, especially staring at Shen Lang for a long time. Perhaps they felt that he was not a threat, and then they turned sideways to welcome the woman behind them.

The woman was holding an oil-paper umbrella and wearing a long blue dress. She had a good face, black hair, and a graceful figure. She didn't have any martial arts skills when she walked. She looked like a delicate and fragile woman.

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But when the woman in Tsing Yi's eyes fell on Shen Lang, even though she was not directly hostile to Shen Lang, but had some instinctive warning when seeing strangers, Shen Lang's increasingly keen spiritual sense immediately gave birth to a feeling of indifference.

He had a sense of threat and instinctively sensed that this woman in green clothes could pose a certain threat to him.

As for whether this threat is fatal...

Unless you actually take action, it's really hard to judge based on feeling alone.

"She has no martial arts, but she can make me instinctively feel threatened... This woman is a Taoist monk? If she can pose a certain threat to me, she must have at least a seventh-grade cultivation level..."

Shen Lang murmured secretly in his heart. He didn't look at the woman in green and kept chewing the chicken with relish.

The woman in green didn't look at Shen Lang too much, and quickly took the two big men in black to a corner of the temple, where she sat on the ground, closed her eyes and meditated. The two big men in black stood beside her with their hands down.

"With warriors of level six or above as guards... this woman seems to be a real monk!"

Just as I was thinking about it, there were heavy footsteps outside the door again.

The woman in green slowly opened her eyes and looked sideways at the temple door.

Shen Lang also looked sideways, and saw a bald monk who was nearly two meters tall, with arms thicker than ordinary people's thighs and easy to carry for shoveling. He was wearing a worn-out cassock, exposing a large amount of chest hair, and a fleshy face, striding into the temple gate.

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This bald monk is tall, muscular, and holds a "heavy weapon." From watching his steps and listening to his breathing, it is clear that he does not have any martial arts skills.

However, when the monk's fierce eyes swept towards the temple, and when his gaze swept over Shen Lang, Shen Lang suddenly felt a sense of threat, and the sense of threat was slightly stronger than that of the woman in green.

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"Another monk?"

Shen Lang was surprised:

"What's going on with this ruined temple? How come there are only two Taoist monks who are rare in Yingzhou's capital city at once in this small ruined temple?"

Just when he was surprised, the monk's eyes fell on the woman in green and he sneered:

"Green Bamboo Snake? Why are you here?"

The woman in green also looked at the great monk coldly and said coldly:

"I can be wherever I want. What does it have to do with you, the exterminator?"

The great monk sneered:

"We can't control your green bamboo snake's behavior elsewhere, but here, hey, this is not the place you should be."

As soon as she said this, the two big men in black beside her suddenly slowed down their breathing, their eyes narrowed, and they raised their hands to hold the handles of the knives on their backs.

Just as the atmosphere between the two sides gradually became tense, they seemed to be ready to fight if they disagreed.

There was another sound of soft footsteps outside the door.

The great monk named "Senior Monk" frowned. He looked back and didn't know what he saw. His face changed slightly, he snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, walked to a corner of the temple with a shovel in hand, and leaned against

He sat down in the corner, his eyes fixed on the temple door, his muscles tensed, and he looked on high alert.

The woman in green named "Green Bamboo Snake" also frowned and looked at the temple door, her expression even more solemn than when she was confronting the slain monk just now.

Seeing the two of them looking like this, Shen Lang couldn't help but look at the temple door curiously.

Soon, I saw four young men in gray clothes, fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing boy buns, carrying a small sedan and walking into the temple gate with small steps.

Sitting on the small sedan chair was a girl in white who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

The girl's appearance was extremely beautiful, but her complexion was pale and almost transparent, revealing a somewhat pitiable sick look. Her figure was also thin and thin, as if she could be blown away by a gust of wind. She was completely empty below her knees, and even her calves were missing.

But for such a thin girl with a sickly face and missing legs, when her sickly eyes swept away from the temple, Shen Lang couldn't help but feel a shudder in his heart, and once again felt a sense of threat.

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This time the girl in white gave him a stronger sense of threat than the girl in blue and the slayer of the disciples.

Without taking action, Shen Lang knew instinctively that in a one-on-one fight, he would probably not be the match for the girl in white.

"Another Taoist monk, his cultivation is even more powerful than the woman in green and the slayer monk! Well, although the threat is great, the 'spiritual seeds' do not feel suppressed by the level. Therefore, this woman's cultivation level should still be only

Seventh level. But she may have mastered all the spells, and all ninth level spells can be cast instantly..."

If a seventh-level monk has fully mastered all the spells, he will have three seventh-level spells, six eighth-level spells, and nine ninth-level spells. Compared with Li Ying, Ge Qingyun, Han Chun, etc. who have never fully mastered the spells, they will even have seven or eight.

The "from the seventh level" who learns everything from Luochao is much more powerful.

Although Shen Lang's cultivation level is equivalent to the sixth level, he has no magic to cultivate.

There are no sixth-level spells, only one seventh-level spell, which is auxiliary, only one "flaming knife" for the eighth-level spell, and only four ninth-level spells.

In a one-on-one fight with a seventh-grade monk who has fully mastered all his spells and can cast all ninth-grade spells instantly, he really can't beat him in a one-on-one duel.

Fortunately, the girl in white, like the girl in blue and the Slayer, only glanced at Shen Lang casually without showing any targeted hostility, and then turned her attention to the Slayer and the girl in Tsingta.

"Senior Monk, Green Bamboo Snake? Are you here too?"

The girl in white had a clear and melodious voice, and she sounded quite energetic, not as weak as her sickly appearance.

The girl in green didn't say anything. She only slightly tilted her chin and stared at the girl in white with her eyes, looking highly alert.

The slayer monk just snorted coldly and stared at the girl in white without blinking, his face also full of nervousness and alert.

"Ah……"

The girl in white covered her mouth with her sleeves and said with a sweet smile:

"Don't be so nervous, I won't eat you..."

As he spoke, he waved his hands gently, and the four young men in gray gently lowered the sedan to the ground.
To be continued...