"You little beast, I told you before, I'll tell you when you fart, Oh my God! I'm eating the good food and good food at night for nothing, and I have to spit it out!" Wushuang criticized it, and wanted to pull it over and slap it twice, but the little guy rushed out several meters away first, and turned around and screamed at Wushuang and Ma Ya.

"It seems to ask us to keep up with it." Ma Ya understood the meaning of the white-haired and yellow-skinned boy.

It was also because of its fragrant smelly fart that had been puffed for thousands of miles. The fog behind it gradually began to dissipate. It took Wushuang and Ma Ya along the mountain road and ran to the Black Dragon Temple on the top of the mountain. Even if the two were really tired and vomited blood this time, they would not dare to rest for a while, and ran with it.

The fog behind him only lasted for a short time and became thicker again, just like a pair of magic claws hidden in the fog, chasing his prey step by step.

The two of them were already sweating profusely when they ran to the mountain.

The top of the mountain is just a palm-sized place. The legendary Black Dragon Temple is already ruined. The temple gate is covered with a hollow, and the Manchu plaque hanging on it has been invisible to the point of being invisible by wind and rain.

"Why are you two standing there? Come in!" An old man shouted in the temple.

The two of them leaned in and took a look. It turned out to be the old man with white beard. When he saw the two young men still stunned on the spot, he rushed over and pulled them in.

"You...you..." Wushuang pointed at the old man and stuttered. He wanted to ask if the old man was the thousand-year-old ginseng king in the mountains, but he didn't know how to speak when he said this.

"Don't talk too much, your two children are too brave. Ma Sihai hasn't told you not to enter Heilong Mountain at night?" The old man waved his hand, and a strong wind blew, closing the temple door heavily. Then he took out three incense sticks and inserted it in front of the temple door and lit it.

"Isn't it because you are old? If you don't pursue you, you are the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is not chasing you?" Wushuang told the truth.

"Hmph! What a bold young man, and he also brought a white-haired beast? No wonder you can escape from the miasma, thanks to it?" The old man reached out and lifted it upside down with the little yellow skin.

"Old sir, I know who you are. We have no malice. We know that you have a way to save your second grandfather Ma Sihai, so we came to ask for it." Wushuang was very pious and knelt on the ground with his fists.

"Get up, get up quickly, it's not that I don't want to save him, I'm going to flip over your house for him. This old man has done so many bad things in the ridge for so many years, but there is only one thing that never touches a hair of the spiritual creature in the ridge. But he doesn't respond. What can I do if he doesn't let me save him?"

"Why?" Wushuang reached out and pulled the old man's clothes. He never thought that the old man's body was weird, so he shook slightly and avoided him.

"You two children understand this, don't talk about this for now. Are you still thinking about him? Now you both are in trouble or not? Come in with me!"

The old man whispered his sleeves, and a strong wind blew open the door of the inner hall of the Black Dragon Temple. The door of the inner hall was much more exquisite than the main entrance. He used all the same colored red sandalwood, and could smell a fragrance from afar.

There is a statue of god enshrined in the temple. It is too old to be seen. The dust spider web on the statue has been stacked with a thick layer, and it is impossible to see its appearance. Under the statue is an altar, and two brand new candles on the altar are swaying quietly, and the candlelight flashes and the ghostly aura is shining.

The temple was covered with glazed tiles. I don’t know if it was a heavenly tribulation or a big bird with no eyes. A tile was missing from the top, and a beam of moonlight shone on a futon just below the statue.

"The essence of the sun and the moon?" Old gentleman, are you here to suck it?

"Hmph, you know a lot, but you are not very eye-opening. Why are you running here for free when you have nothing to do? It doesn't matter if you disturb my practice, don't lose your life!" The old man with white beard criticized Wushuang.

"Grandpa, do you recognize my grandfather Ma Sihai? Please find a way to save him." Ma Ya knelt in front of him and begged.

"I said, it's not that I don't save me, but that he doesn't let me save me. Girl, get up first, listen to me slowly." The old man helped Ma Ya up. He dared to touch Ma Ya, but he didn't dare to touch Wushuang just now. The thousand-year-old old ginseng has become a spirit and is good at identifying it. When he saw Wushuang's eyes were full of eccentricity, he knew that this kid was full of bad water. Moreover, when he was in Ma's home just now, he used the Phantom Ghost Hand to secretly put a trap for himself. This kid is brave and knowledgeable, which shows that he is not an ordinary rat.

The old man with white beard told them, I know you are all descendants of the thief. I also met your ancestor Wu Gongyao. At the beginning, he was chased by the little Japanese in the ridge and was shot. Ma Sihai once wanted to dig the king of ginseng in the mountain to heal his master, but Wu Gongyao said that the spiritual creatures in the mountain had been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years and should not have ruined their lifelong practice because of it.

"That old ginseng is you... right?" Wushuang asked.

"Your youth is a good person, and I don't want to hide it from you."

Later, after Ma Sihai and his family were liberated, Heilongtun was built at the foot of Heilong Mountain. This old guest often went into the mountains to find spiritual objects in the mountains. Whenever he encountered Laoshan ginseng, he would put it a yard. Not only that, other spirit beasts never blew a hair. This made Laoshan ginseng very grateful.

"The masters of your thieves are familiar with the magic of stealing life. Twenty years ago, I thought Ma Sihai's magic of life was strange, and I had guessed the reason in my heart. The thieves are the blessings of stealing life. They have damaged other lives to make themselves live for a hundred years. This is a detriment to good deeds. Fortunately, he did good things throughout his life and did not attract heavenly disasters. Think about it, can human power defeat heaven? Even if the thieves in the world have more methods, how can they hide it from the sky? I ask you, did he kill people in the past few days?"

Ma Ya and Wushuang looked at each other blankly. A few days ago, Ma Sihai entered Zhanlong Ridge before them, in order to help Wushuang take the talisman. Behind him, Tong Jianing and his subordinates were also closely followed. But after Wushuang and Ma Ya entered Zhanlong Ridge, they only saw Tong Jianing and two subordinates. Could it be that the remaining minions were secretly solved by Ma Sihai?

"What? I can't answer? Ma Sihai committed human life, so his fortune has been exhausted. He dared not steal his life anymore. If he survives, it will harm his descendants." said the old man in white beard.

"You don't think he's stealing if you save his life, right? Logically speaking, you won't be punished by heaven." Wushuang asked Lao Shan Ginseng Jing in a whimful way.
Chapter completed!