Play as Fahai at the beginning of Xiuxian Battlefield

Chen Fengxiao's live broadcast room was quite lively.

On the dark screen where you can't see anything, there are still many viewers using barrage chat to fart.

Just when everyone was chatting,

suddenly!

There was a "creak" sound from the live broadcast room.

It seems that the temple door is suddenly opened!

[Author's digression]: I don't know if everyone likes this type... The author is really helpless... If it doesn't work, I can only finish a new book... Let's read it and cherish it.

mwah!

Chapter 153 Why Didn’t The Master Open His Eyes! (Ticket Asked!)

"Damn it! Nunniang Gan! Scared me!"

"Made! The soul of labor and capital is almost scared away! It sounds like the door has been blown open?"

"Trough! I was drinking water just now, and I was so frightened that I fed the keyboard all the fuck, and I will have more keyboards, otherwise it will be useless!"

"What's the matter with this sound! Is the door open? It's so dark that I can't see anything, so annoying!"

"At any rate, you can strike a lightning bolt!"

"I'm so afraid that there will be a lightning flash, and then a pale face will suddenly appear on the screen!"

"Fuck you! With Master Fahai here, you are worried about a ghost!"

"It's just...you come out upstairs! I'm so scared that labor and management are a little afraid to look at it!"

…………

It was raining heavily and the night was dark.

From time to time, there is a gust of wind whistling past.

Chen Fengxiao was still sitting in the hall at this moment, as if he had turned into a stone platform.

Let the wind and rain roar outside, and he will not move in all directions in the mountain temple.

With a howling gust of wind, the same dilapidated temple door was suddenly blown open with a "creak", and then the gust of wind pierced through the hall, whistling in the entire hall.

For a moment, flying sand and rocks filled the hall with smoke and dust.

But Chen Fengxiao, who was sitting in the center of the hall, remained motionless.

After a while, the strong wind stopped and the heavy rain continued.

"Da da da!"

"Herod!"

Not long after, there was a sound of horseshoes outside the temple.

At the same time, there are also several torches that are burning brightly even in the heavy rain!

The system is also humane. Seeing someone coming, the live broadcast angle immediately switched to behind Chen Fengxiao.

Because the temple gate had been blown open, the audience could barely see a few figures moving outside the temple through the light of the fire.

Not many people, just three people.

All are on horseback.

Seeing a dilapidated mountain temple on the side, the leader held up the torch and pulled up the reins, and the two people behind him also stopped immediately when they saw this.

"The rain is too heavy, and the fuel fire can't last long. Let's rest in this temple for one night, and then leave after dawn tomorrow morning."

The leader's voice was low, and when he said a word, the two people behind all got off their horses together.

Then, the three of them held the torches and led the horses, and walked towards the mountain temple.

When we came to the gate of the temple, because the wax oil on the torch had been reduced a lot, the light of the fire was not so strong.

Pushing open the other half of the temple door, just stepped in, the leader suddenly retreated.

At the same time, "Cang Lang Lang" drew out the sword from his waist.

Seeing this scene, the two people behind him immediately understood that there must be something strange in the temple, so they all drew their weapons and stood ready.

Just when the three of them were about to rush forward, a faint sound of Buddha's horn came from inside the ruined temple.

"Amitabha!"

"The three benefactors don't need to panic. The poor monk is an outsider. He encountered heavy rain on his way, so he used this place to cover himself."

Hearing this voice, the faces of the three of them were all a little uncertain.

In this world, monsters are rampant, causing troubles in the world, making the common people miserable.

Although the famous decent sects all over the world send their disciples down the mountain to eliminate demons and defend the Tao, but the demons from all sides have become a general trend, and the righteous sects are also powerless.

Therefore, in recent decades, the two parties have been in a state of fighting each other.

And these three people are one of the immortal sects in this world, the monks on Qingyun Mountain.

However, since the three of them are just outer disciples who have just started, they have not yet formally entered the path of cultivation.

This time when they came out of the mountain, the three of them accepted the mission from the door and came here to subdue a little demon.

The task was not difficult, and with the cooperation of the three of them, they were able to overcome it successfully.

So they were running around before, and they were going back to the mountain gate to return to their orders.

The leader was named Zhang Rong, and the other two were named Zuo Yan and Li Yanfei.

The three of them looked at each other, held up the torches, and carefully came to stand in front of the temple gate.

Three torches stretched out at the same time, instantly illuminating the entire hall.

In the eyes, there is a young monk in white robes and a red cassock. On the stone platform behind him, there is a golden Zen staff about ten feet long, with nine golden rings on it.

The hall is overgrown with weeds and dilapidated.

In such an environment, it seems that it should be a place that has been uninhabited for a long time, but it does not have that damp, moldy and decaying atmosphere, but a faint scent of sandalwood comes from it.