I can bless thousands of magical powers.

Standing in the dilapidated mountain god temple, Old Man Wang sighed deeply.

When he was a child, the temple was very popular, and villagers, mountain dwellers and travelers passing by would help clean it and make offerings.

The mountain god temple will also protect the surrounding villages and prevent the strange creatures in the mountains from coming out to harm people.

Time has passed, and now the mountain god temple is in ruins, no longer able to protect anyone.

The once majestic statue is now just a pile of mud overgrown with weeds.

"Old man, you should go home."

Having arrived here, Zhang Yuan did not intend to venture further into the mountains, but instead planned to search the surrounding area first.

Old Wang quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "Sir, you must be careful. Strange things are hard to guard against, so you must not let your guard down."

Although Zhang Yuan came for the strange and unsettling aspects, the question of "safety" or "unsafety" was irrelevant to him.

But Wang Laohan's heartfelt words still moved him somewhat.

Zhang Yuan took out a small bottle from his pocket and handed it to the other person: "Take this Peiyuan Pill back and soak it in a water tank. Drink one pot a day, but don't drink too much. It will be good for your health."

This is considered a token of gratitude for the lodging and directions.

Old Man Wang was only in his forties, but he looked incredibly old. This elixir to strengthen his body and nourish his vital energy would definitely be of great help to him.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, I should be able to live another ten or eight years.

"Thank you, thank you, sir!"

Old Wang thanked him repeatedly, then left the mountain god temple with his big black dog.

The dilapidated temple has returned to silence.

Zhang Yuan walked around the mountain god temple and then returned inside.

He took out a shovel from his storage space and cleared away all the weeds, vines, fallen leaves, and soil in the temple, then threw them into the woods outside.

Next, Zhang Yuan cut some thick tree branches, processed them slightly, and repaired the collapsed roof.

His storage space contains various tools and has enough room to hold things.

Therefore, it doesn't take much time or effort.

Of course, Zhang Yuan wasn't a craftsman, so his work was a bit rough.

But after this renovation, the mountain god temple no longer has that strong sense of dilapidation it used to have.

Finally, Zhang Yuan brought over a large rock from nearby.

It was placed on the original pedestal of the statue.

As darkness fell, Zhang Yuan lit an oil lamp and hung it on the wall.

Facing the rock, he drew his Taotie knife, gathered his inner energy to unleash its power, and began to process the rock.

Under the sharp edge of a high-level Xuanbing weapon, even hard rocks are as easily sliced ​​off as tofu.

Large swaths of it fell to the ground.

A new statue gradually emerged from Zhang Yuan's blade.

It bears a striking resemblance to the Primordial Heavenly King!
Zhang Yuan was not good at carving and had never done similar work before. Today, it was a sudden whim that prompted him to repair the mountain god temple and carve the statue.

But as he carved, Zhang Yuan's knife moved faster and faster, as if some unseen force was guiding him.

Help him complete this statue.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan's soul and consciousness entered an extremely wondrous state.

The idol no longer existed in his eyes, yet every swing of his sword was a burst of boundless inspiration.

The Taotie Blade became nimble and ethereal in Zhang Yuan's hands. He didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly came to his senses and put away the mysterious weapon.

A majestic and imposing statue of the Primordial Heavenly King stood before him!
Zhang Yuan was startled and almost without thinking, took out a life-protecting talisman from his storage space.

Gently pat the statue's chest.

This high-level talisman, which was said to be able to withstand a single blow from a seventh-level powerhouse, instantly transformed into thousands of points of spiritual light, silently merging into the statue of the Primordial Heavenly King.

The greyish-white statue suddenly emitted a faint glow, and its pair of divine eyes shone with power, as if it had come to life in an instant.

Of course, this was just Zhang Yuan's misconception.

But he could sense that there was something mysterious and profound about the statue in front of him!
As long as incense is offered to it, it can protect the local people and ward off strange attacks.

Zhang Yuan breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling a sense of unease.

He sat cross-legged in front of the statue.

The light from the oil lamp on the wall shone on me, creating a hazy, dreamlike effect.

The long night has only just begun.

Time passed slowly, and mist rose in the mountains. Dark clouds quietly appeared in the once clear night sky, silently swallowing the moon that illuminated the earth.

Darkness enveloped the mountain god temple.

With a rustling sound, the grass and trees swayed gently, and specks of light appeared all around.

They were clearly weasels!
They approached the mountain temple from different directions, their furry tails swishing and releasing dizzying gases.

But when these weasels got close to the mountain god temple, about ten steps away, they suddenly stopped.

A look of surprise and doubt appeared in their tiny, bean-sized eyes!
Squeak!

A large, glossy weasel stood upright, baring its teeth and barking twice at the dilapidated gate of the mountain god temple.

His voice was full of provocation!
laugh!
The next moment, a gust of wind shot out from the mountain god temple and instantly passed through the gap in the gate.

The weasel instinctively tried to dodge, but the gust of wind came too fast and too suddenly. By the time it realized the danger, it had already been hit in the head.

puff!
The weasel's right eye suddenly burst open, and a spray of blood mist immediately gushed from the back of its head.

It fell backward to the ground, its limbs twitching weakly a few times.

There was no more sound.

The weasels around were immediately terrified and scattered in panic.

They disappeared into the dark woods in the blink of an eye.

In the mountain god temple, Zhang Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the god statue, opened his eyes and lowered the sword finger that had just thrust forward.

Once a martial artist reaches the sixth level and condenses their true qi, they can release qi or qi force, materialize qi armor for protection, or directly attack enemies with qi force, making them both defensive and offensive with immense power.

With a single finger, Zhang Yuan killed the weasel that was causing trouble and provoking him, from a distance of nearly twenty paces.

That is the power of true qi!
Of course, this move is not very effective against highly skilled martial artists, since the power of the internal force diminishes rapidly with distance.

The next moment, Zhang Yuan stood up.

His eyes gleamed.

The weasels that just appeared around the mountain god temple were merely a group of cannon fodder used for probing.

His real enemy has not yet appeared!
Without a doubt, the mountain god temple, which Zhang Yuan had renovated and re-erected, had become a thorn in the side of the monsters in the mountains, and something they had to remove.

And Zhang Yuan was just waiting for them! (End of Chapter)