When the jade-faced Taoist heard this, his face couldn't help but sink, and he immediately said, "Today, my disciples are all on the mountain, and there is no one below, if you don't say that I really don't know, thank you brother."

In less than half an hour, the police chief came out again, and after glancing at Xiao Yu and a few people, he didn't stop, and led a group of policemen down the mountain.

After the police left, the originally lively mountain suddenly became deserted, only Xiao Yu and the three of them stood there, looking a little lonely.

The jade-faced Daoist reported the matter of Bai Aya under the mountain to Tianyue Daogu, which also surprised Tianyue Daogu, but she didn't know what it meant, now she was focused on the ghost corpse, and she didn't want to be distracted by other things, so let Zhan Shi leave it alone, and wait until Xiao Yu and the others were cleaned up.

Time passed, Mu Liutian came to the bottom of the mountain, contacted Bai Zimo, told Xiao Yu about his current situation, and then told Xiao Yu about his arrangement, and the other party immediately began to arrange it, and said, let Mu Liutian not have to worry.

In the afternoon, some people of all kinds began to approach Turtle Mountain, looking at some tourists, looking at the bottom of Turtle Mountain, and then blending into the flow of people.

At the police station, where the director who went to Kameyama in the morning was reading the newspaper, at this moment, the landline suddenly rang.

"Hey...".

As soon as he made a little sound, the director suddenly froze, and then his body suddenly stood up, and the back kept nodding and answering with a serious look, like the scene when the Japanese soldier answered the phone in the Anti-Japanese War film.

After a few minutes, the director put down the phone, his forehead gradually sweating, and then he hurriedly began to set up.

Xi'an, Bai Zimo Villa, at this time, Bai Zimo was wearing a sky blue casual suit, sitting in the courtyard basking in the sun, and beside him, a middle-aged man was reporting some information.

"Got it, you go first, I'm going out today, you pay close attention to the movements of these people and report to me at any time."

"It's... Young Master".

The man bowed and left, Bai Zimo stood up and stretched, and then looked at his watch, and then said, "Go and see the excitement, dare to move my brother, then you have to ask me first."

After saying a word, Bai Zimo took out the phone, gave an order to the phone, and then whistled, and a woman in a cheongsam strode out of the room, and after a closer look, it turned out to be a Japanese woman.

"Let's go, go around with my brother, I haven't been to the sky for a long time."

After speaking, Bai Zimo hugged the woman and walked forward.

In the corner of the villa, in a large open-air courtyard, the door was wide open, and two men in black stood inside, and behind these two men, were two private helicopters.

Bai Zimo entered the factory, and then snapped his fingers and said, "Let's go, go to Turtle Mountain...".

It was getting late, the sun was setting, and the clouds on the horizon were dyed golden by the setting sun.

On the top of Guishan Mountain, several Taoists took out two tables and placed them at the entrance of the main hall and Xiao Yu's side, as if they were preparing things for fighting.

At this time, in a corner of the mountain, two men, sneaky in the woods, when they approached the top of the mountain, they quietly lay there, and then took out a camera, set it up on a big rock, and kept adjusting the distance.

"One hundred thousand runs, it's too cost-effective, go, go to the next place".

In the four corners of the venue of the Turtle Mountain Fighting Method, cameras were quietly placed on the camera, and a group of disciples in Turtle Mountain were busy with Xiao Yu's fighting method at this time, and they did not pay attention to the movement in the woods at all.

At the foot of the mountain, Mu Liutian and the sloppy Taoists, as well as a group of Taoist priests, rushed to the top of the mountain again, and this time, those policemen did not appear, as if they had suddenly disappeared.

Xiao Yu sat on a big rock, looked at those busy disciples, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Who do you say will do it this time?" ”

"I guess it's the old woman," the ghost chuckled.

"No, Tianyue Daogu will not surrender his identity, it should be that white and pure Taoist, he is quite crazy, he should have some ability."

In a while, two altars had already been built in the venue at the door, but the altar of Guishan was set up on the step hill at the entrance of the main hall, and Xiao Yu's altar was placed in the courtyard below.

All the disciples of Guishan ran out quickly, all carrying wooden swords on their backs, wearing Taoist robes, and their expressions were excited.

Behind these Daoists, a man in a pale red striped Dao robe slowly walked out, the other party's left hand was raised high, dragging a Dao seal in his hand, and his right hand was holding a wooden sword, but the wooden sword was gray.

But the Taoist in the pale red robe was not a jade-faced Taoist, but a black-faced man who didn't talk much all the time.

The other party stood at the door, glanced at Xiao Yu, then gently put the Dao Yin on the table, and then sat cross-legged on a futon.

"A five-hundred-year-old peachwood sword, Guishan really has a deep heritage."

Xiao Yu saw the wooden sword in the other party's hand and recognized the origin at a glance.

At this moment, a young Taoist walked quickly in front of Xiao Yu and the others, bowed down and said, "Daoist Xiao, the altar has been arranged, please...".

On Xiao Yu's side, there is also a two-meter-long wooden table, on which there are incense, rune paper and other things, which are exactly the same as the other side, and it looks very formal.

"Okay, thanks...".

Xiao Yu returned the salute with a fist, then got up and said, "Let's go, it's time for us to play, let's see what tricks Guishan plays."

Xiao Yu quickly took off his down jacket and took out a set of yellow robes in his backpack to change into, as well as a road hat.

The robe was made by Xiao Yu before, and it was also blessed with mana, which can be regarded as a robe, and the back of the robe is an eight-strand chart, with two black and white yin and yang fish in front of it, as well as some runes.

The Dao hat is also the ancient appearance of Maoshan, towering high, but Xiao Yu made a little rectification and replaced the original gossip part on the hat with a rune.

Standing behind the altar, Xiao Yu checked it, then picked up a wooden sword on the table, weighed it in his hand, and put it back on the table.

And Lao Bai is checking whether the case is stable and whether he has been passive.

The ghost corpse stood behind Xiao Yu, carefully looking at the Daoists around him, for fear that the other party would suddenly make a move.

After some inspection, Lao Bai gave Xiao Yu a little bit, and then changed into a robe with the ghost corpse, but Lao Bai was wearing a Taoist robe, and the ghost corpse was wearing a white robe at this time.

The mouse and the white cat were lying behind Xiao Yu, also looking like they were facing a great enemy, their eyes kept turning, and they didn't make a sound.

When the moon was in the sky, the lights of Guishan were bright, and the Venerable Master's head was moving, but there was no noisy sound.

Xiao Yu took out the things he used for his own method, and also put the ghost general talisman on the table, as for the Yin Yang Peach Wood Sword, he just wrapped it in black cloth, but he didn't pull it out directly, and the wooden sword still couldn't let others know until it was a last resort.

On the road below, a group of Taoists chattered towards the mountain, chatting about who would win this time.

The sloppy Taoist and the long-bearded old man, the two were very fast, and it didn't take long for them to reach the top of the mountain, but they did not show up, but sat on two trees, looking down.

The battle was stimulated by this, Tianyue Daogu had not yet appeared, everyone held their breath, even the burning candle seemed to have sensed it, and the flame became much smaller.

(End of chapter)