Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"But the spell guild has already stunned most of the magical circles. The people we are going to save are actually those who are against us in turn. This is really ironic."

Li Haoran turned to look at her and said: "You remember, we can't save anyone, do everything, nothing to worry about."

Biqing repeatedly chewed this sentence and nodded and said: "Thank you brothers for teaching!"

The next day, Ye Shaoyang went to the main peak of Taohua Mountain together. He was stopped by the people of the spell guild before he came to see it. From a distance, the big mountain has been surrounded by people, every 20 meters. A flag is inserted underground, and the colors are different.

Ye Shaoyang naturally knows that this is the flag array.

The three men walked slowly around the mountain and all the way to the mountain gate. Here is the main array, the flag is more, separated by an open space, there are dozens of people in the middle, surrounded by an altar, sitting cross-legged.

Although Ye Shaoyang did not know what the order was, he could also see who the main actor was by sitting on the ground: the three people facing the altar, the character seat, and one monk two priests.

"This monk is the abbot of Daming Temple. The Daming Temple is not famous. However, the strength of the Zen Master is extraordinary. It is the first to rely on the Masters of the Great Masters. It is the backbone."

Daoyuan real person is introducing Ye Shaoyang.

"The latter two Taoist priests... One is Mr. Li Da from Hakodate, and the other is the leader of the Dzi Bead of Jinmen Xianling Mountain, which was also compiled by the Spell Guild."

Ye Shaoyang slowly nodded, his eyes falling on the other side of the altar. There were two people playing chess, one dressed in tattered clothes, unkempt, looking like a beggar, another white gown, crane hair, Ye Shaoyang glanced at the past, feeling It is like the white-bearded grandfather who often sells raw medicine in TV commercials.

The two sat on a stone table with a chessboard on the table and two people playing chess.

"These two people, what is the head?" Ye Shaoyang looked curious and asked.

"That's the Chen Qi bag. I told you before. The strongest people in today's magical circles, one with two three-headed Tuo, four four-six, six witches, this one is one of them. The spell is one of them. In general, it is just a master of the shackles. The ability of the arranging can be said to be the best in the world. It is comparable to the family of the geographer. I don’t know where I learned it. In my opinion, this battle of the Taohua Mountain is the commanding arrangement. The old man in white is the 'Xian' in the 'Four, Five and Six Witches', the Northeast Maxian, the surname Chen, and the person called Chen Daxian. The ability of Fusui is also a must."

The northeastern Maxian, also called the disciple of the horse, has a more popular name called "The Great God of Jumping". It is a large folk sect that has been developed after the Western Region witchcraft has spread to the north.

"I have heard that the disciples are all dedicated to the family. Their strength is actually higher than that of the family."

Mao Xiaofang inserted: "This is the case, this Chen Daxian, is said to be dedicated to a thousand years of yellow leather, repaired to be extremely deep, easy to show up. In the year the spell guild in order to close a martial art, a fierce battle, this Chen Daxian hit the vanguard, Please be a monk, fight and kill a land fairy... see the strength of strength."

Ye Shaoyang did not understand: "With such a strong strength, what is wrong, do you have to give people a dog?"

Mao Xiaofang smiled a little and said: "A two-headed three-headed tortoise, four cents, five cents and six witches, except for that one, the rest are returned to the spell guild, in the end, or for a name."

"Name?"

"Yes, look at these people, the three Tantrics are ascetic, the masters of the shackles, the Bo Yuedong ghosts, the northeast disciples... What do you think of?"

Ye Shaoyang looked at him slyly. "Everything... partial door?"

Mao Xiaofang nodded. "These people are strong enough, they are practicing with one heart, they are not good at money women, and the spell guilds are accustomed to them. It is actually a 'name'."

"Oh, I understand." Ye Shaoyang is really understanding. In the past, before the Yuan Dynasty, the culture of the Central Plains was prevalent, and the magical circles were the same. There were orthodox claims, namely, the Taoist Buddhism, and the Buddhism was also the Han Buddhism headed by Zen. The status of folk dispersal is second. As for the various wizards, great immortals, and even the masters of Tibetan Buddhism outside of the Middle Kingdom, they are partial to the Central Plains's magical circles and have no right to speak.

This point, I really want to see the portal on the rivers and lakes, the word "Zhongyuan martial arts", originally with a feeling of high above. The same is true of the spell world.

However, at that time, this could not blame the Central Plains magical circles. At that time, the minority and the Central Plains were not in the same country (at least the country). The Central Plains magical circles did not know much about the spells outside the Middle Kingdom. Naturally, there was no such thing as More respect.

Later, Tianxia unified, Mongolia stayed in the Central Plains, although the Mongolians worshiped the channel, but also the witchcraft of the minority, was brought into the Middle Kingdom by the wizard, appeared in the field of the magical field, and later, the scorpion of the Qing Dynasty deepened This cultural fusion.

The fusion of national culture, including the magical world.

In the middle of the Qing Dynasty, several highly respected masters launched the reform together. Whenever major resolutions were made, some famous murals from non-Chinese soils were invited to participate, and discrimination was eliminated.

However, in the bones of many Middle-earth mages, especially the two sects of Taoism, there is a bit of contempt for the folklore, not to mention the martial arts outside these middle-earth, so what are these big-sex witches, although the individual is very cattle Forced, but what is lacking is a kind of recognition and status... The spell guild wants to draw them, relying on this.

In the end, it is a sense of existence.

Ye Shaoyang fully understands this feeling. However, in their own time, the true cultural integration, these portals have long been gone.

Outside the flag array, there are dozens of people standing in two rows, young and old, and it is not a martial art to watch. Standing still one by one, looking at the direction of the mountain gate.

Daoyuan real people told him that these are not the disciples of the spell guild, but the small sects who owe them to them, each of whom sent people to stay here.

Ye Shaoyang looked up and looked up on the mountain. On the Taohua Mountain, there were peach blossoms everywhere, just in April, when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, it looked like mountains and plains, but it was a good scenery. It’s just that no one on the mountain can see it.

"Today is the last day for Taohua Mountain. If the Taoist priests on the mountain don't go down the mountain today, the spell guild will attack the mountain gate tomorrow." Daoyuan is human.

Ye Shaoyang smiled and said: "Since it is going to be attacked, it is deliberately given three days. The spell guild also wants to set up a memorial archway, but it is also a superficial work. If people want to go down the mountain, they have already gone down the mountain, and it still does not come down now. I don’t want to go down the mountain, even if I wait a year, it’s useless.”

(I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Green help is booming!)