The old Taoist priest's eyes turned white and he didn't speak for a long time.
"Master's clothes are baked." The little Taoist boy put the dried clothes on Master's body.
Zhang Yange smiled at him.
He couldn't help but think of the days he spent with Lao Zhang.
The little Taoist boy pointed to the bonfire. He wanted Zhang Yange to dry his clothes. But when he looked carefully, he realized that Zhang Yange's clothes were actually dry.
But Zhang Yange walked to the bonfire and took out a few sweet potatoes from a pocket on his back.
I don’t know who planted these sweet potatoes, so Zhang Yange picked a few at random, but placed a few copper plates under the vines.
Zhang Yange's skill in roasting sweet potatoes was learned from Lao Huang.
After a while, the fragrance of sweet potatoes filled the entire ruined temple. Zhang Yange gave one to the old Taoist priest and the little Taoist boy.
But the two of them had no intention of asking for it.
The old Taoist priest ate his own dry food, and the little Taoist boy smiled apologetically.
Zhang Yange was no longer polite and started eating by himself.
At this time, an old man with a sinister eyebrow walked out from behind the statue.
"Can I have a sweet potato?" He looked at Zhang Yange and asked.
Zhang Yange pointed with a smile, and the old man walked up on his feet, picked up a sweet potato, and ate it hungrily.
The old Taoist priest stared at him!
The little Taoist boy put his hand on the peach wood sword and put both hands in his arms.
After finishing the sweet potatoes, the old man bowed to Zhang Yange.
"Two Taoists, the little demon has never harmed anyone! This ruined temple was repaired by the little demon to give passers-by a place to stay and shelter from the rain.
Can the two Taoist priests give the little demon a way out?" the old man begged. The rat demon knew that he had been discovered by the old Taoist priest, so he came out directly.
"A demon is a demon!" the blind old Taoist priest said angrily.
Zhang Yange shook his head slightly, and the little Taoist priest seemed hesitant.
I just heard the old Taoist priest say, "Laoshan!"
The little Taoist priest stabbed the peach wood sword and threw the talisman in his hand directly.
As soon as the talisman flew out, it started to burn, and then the old man couldn't move.
Zhang Yange could tell from the very beginning that the old man was a mouse, and the whiskers on his mouth were all white.
The peach wood sword did not rush out, and the old Taoist priest asked angrily, "Laoshan, why don't you do it yet! What are you waiting for?"
"Master, what it said is true! It has no resentment on it, and it really has never harmed anyone." The little Taoist priest said somewhat unbearably.
"It doesn't harm anyone now, but what about in the future?" the old Taoist priest said in a deep voice.
The little Taoist priest's mahogany sword finally penetrated.
But he deliberately turned away. The old man looked at him gratefully, turned around and ran away.
But the old Taoist priest directly left his body!
As soon as he came out of his body, his eyesight was no longer blind, "I'll take care of you later!"
The little Taoist boy sighed helplessly.
The old man looked at the old Taoist priest in fear and saw the old Taoist priest drawing talismans with his hands.
Suddenly the sky was covered with dark clouds.
This is a talisman that attracts thunder.
Zhang Yange raised his head and glanced, and the dark clouds in the sky disappeared instantly.
The old Taoist priest looked at Zhang Yange, "I didn't expect the master to be in front of me, I almost lost my sight!"
"You are blind to begin with, so it is normal for you to see wrong things." Zhang Yange said with a pun.
The old Taoist priest suddenly became furious.
"He doesn't deserve to die." Zhang Yange said seriously.
"It's a demon!"
"But he is kinder than many people." Zhang Yange said seriously.
"Did you grow those sweet potatoes?" Zhang Yange asked.
"Yeah." The old man didn't dare to hide it.
"Those sweet potatoes are planted there. They can really save lives for those who are hungry." Zhang Yange said to the old Taoist priest.
The old man looked at Zhang Yange. He didn't expect that Zhang Yange could see what he was thinking.
"When you look at where those sweet potatoes grow, you can tell they are being taken care of. There are no people around here at all. I am also curious about who planted them.
I saw that you were eating sweet potatoes very professionally just now, so I guessed it was you." Zhang Yange found that he could now read the thoughts of these monsters.
It's good, it's evil!
He could see it at a glance.
This old man was just like the little Taoist priest said. He didn't have any resentment in him, so he didn't deserve to die at all.
"Hmph! There is still ghost energy around you. It seems that you are also a guy who feeds ghosts." The old Taoist priest said with a sneer.
"Master Zhang, you don't raise ghosts!" Nie Xiaoqian stepped out of the green pen and said.
She couldn't tolerate other people's misunderstanding of Zhang Yange.
"You still don't admit it!" the old Taoist priest continued to draw the talisman.
Zhang Yange could feel a strong burning sensation as soon as he started writing.
Zhang Yange was very curious about the talisman and waited for him to finish drawing it.
When the old Taoist priest finished the last step of painting, the entire ruined temple was filled with flames.
Both the old man and Nie Xiaoqian were very afraid of this flame.
Zhang Yange stretched out his hand to grab it, and a breeze blew by.
The wind actually blew out the fire.
The old Taoist priest looked at Zhang Yange in disbelief. The latter pointed his finger at one point.
A gust of breeze blew the spirit of the old Taoist priest into his body.
Zhang Yange flicked the ball with his finger, and the old Taoist priest was knocked unconscious.
"Master!" The little Taoist priest was shocked.
"Don't worry, your master will be fine if he takes a nap." Zhang Yange said to the little Taoist priest who was facing a formidable enemy.
The little Taoist priest slowly retreated to the master's side. After checking carefully, he saw that the master's breathing was steady, as if he was asleep.
The old man bowed to Zhang Yange.
"If you have harmed others, I will not save you." Zhang Yange sat down and ate sweet potatoes.
He gave one to the old man and the young Taoist priest.
The old man was crying while eating. Zhang Yange smiled and asked, "How long have you been practicing?"
"A hundred years ago." The old man replied quickly.
Zhang Yange nodded, and the little Taoist priest put away the sweet potatoes.
It wasn't that he was worried, but he was planning to leave it to his master.
"My master's whole family died in the hands of monsters, that's why he is like this..." the little Taoist priest said.
"Is the monster that killed your master's family dead?" Zhang Yange asked.
"Dead! Master was blinded in that battle."
"I naturally support him as a monster who kills people! But killing innocent people indiscriminately is wrong!" Zhang Yange said seriously.
"I was just like you back then! I released that monster, and then my whole family was eaten by it." The old Taoist priest's voice sounded. "Tell me, what would you do if it were you?"
"If you should take revenge, you should let the good monster go. At worst, you should observe it for a while after letting it go." Zhang Yange said to him.
The old Taoist priest sighed and threw the sweet potato handed over by the little Taoist boy directly to the ground.
The little Taoist boy helped his master sit down, and Zhang Yange glanced at the old man.
"Will you harm others in the future?" Zhang Yange asked.
The mouse spirit was stunned for a moment, these words penetrated his mind.
"No!" he said firmly.
"I believe him! If he harms others in the future, I, Zhang Yange, will bear the blame." He said loudly.
The rat spirit knelt down and kowtowed. Zhang Yange kowtowed three times and then helped him up.