Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 141 The mysterious old man
"All right!"

She Yingtan couldn't stand it any longer and interrupted the farce with a shout...

After a long while, when everyone's injuries had healed and their magic power had fully recovered, Chen Mu called over Niu Dali, She Yingtan, and Yao Xi and said softly, "I want to add Li Quan and the others to the group where the most disciples have died. What do you think?"

After this battle, it does not mean that the monster plague is over. They cannot turn back without waiting for the call from their master, so Chen Mu can only try his best to maintain the current situation and prevent more monsters from invading.

"That's great. Without reinforcements, that group of disciples will not be able to continue to stay there!" Niu Dali raised one eyebrow and nodded in agreement.

She Yingtan thought for a moment, then replied in a slow voice, "But if this happens, we'll lose a few disciples. Will we still be able to maneuver as easily as before?"

"Why not? As long as the four of us walk together, and add one or two disciples, the Four Symbols Spirit Gathering Formation will be unbreakable." Niu Dali stretched out his hand and pointed at Han Jing and Ningxia, and said confidently.

Chen Mu nodded slightly and said, "According to the current situation, this is the only way to divide the troops. If we all defend one place, it is inevitable that some monsters will circle around to the rear. When that happens, our situation will be even more dangerous."

"In that case, let's arrange it as you say..."

She Yingtan no longer insisted and agreed.

After a while, the disciples of the two sects dispersed and flew to their respective positions to hold their ground. However, they no longer had the leisurely attitude they usually had. Instead, they all had serious expressions and were not smiling.

I believe they are all praying silently in their hearts, hoping that this evil plague will pass quickly.

Because they all knew that if there was another attack by thousands of monsters like this, they would have no choice but to fight bloody battles. Escape would not be easy. If they were lucky, they could survive, but if they were unlucky, they would naturally die...

After everyone left, the only people present were Chen Mu and his three companions, the master of the Four Symbols Spirit Gathering Formation, plus Han Jing and Ning Xia.

At this point, they also lost interest in chatting and laughing, and walked aside, closed their eyes and began to regulate their breathing.

……

Another three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The sky is azure and cloudless, and the bright sunshine shines freely, forming countless patches of light through the gaps between the mountains and forests.

Beneath a giant ancient tree, Chen Mu and the others sat with their eyes closed. Their expressions were similar, but their hearts were different. They were busy with their own important matters, practicing their skills, refining their spells, or emptying their minds...

If someone were to check nearby at this time, they would see that there were only five people in front of them, one less than before.

After an unknown amount of time, a trivial sound suddenly came from the depths of the forest, like the sound of someone's footsteps.

Chen Mu and others suddenly opened their eyes and looked intently in the direction of the sound.

"Crash..."

The lush vegetation gradually parted, revealing a strong figure carrying a fat wild boar on his shoulders.

It was Niu Dali, the missing disciple of Shuiyunjian, among the six people!

Chen Mu and the others relaxed their expressions and asked in unison, "We asked you to explore a small area, but you came back with a beast?"

Niu Dali chuckled, tilted his body, and with a "bang", he threw the wild boar aside.

"We've been in the mountains for over half a month, fighting non-stop, and haven't had a single warm meal. All we've had are some fasting pills. It's not much fun... You're so lucky today. I've come across this plump wild boar. Wait a moment, and I'll let you taste my cooking!"

However, Niu Dali felt that their atmosphere had been less than lively in recent days, and he wanted to take this opportunity to adjust it.

"Hahahaha... Fellow Daoist Niu still has the leisure time to do this? That's really interesting!"

Upon hearing this, She Yingtan giggled a few times and moved closer to show her support.

Chen Mu also shook his head and smiled, leading Han Jing to his feet and approaching. Only Gong Yeji remained, sitting cross-legged with a cold expression, his eyes closed again, resting. Niu Dali ignored them. Seeing Chen Mu and his companions approach, he immediately carried the wild boar to a waterfall, gutted it, skinned it, cut it into pieces, and then roasted it over the fire.

Chen Mu's eyes lit up slightly, and he remembered that when he was still in the outer gate, he, Du Xiaokui and Xiaoshuang were like this, squatting aside waiting for Niu Dali's move.

A few years ago, it seems like a lifetime ago...

He pursed his lips and smiled, suppressing the mixed thoughts in his heart.

Soon, the wild boar meat was roasted and the fat was oozing out, and the aroma was everywhere.

Niu Dali's face lit up with joy, and he quickly cut off several pieces with a short knife and distributed them to everyone.

When it was his turn, he took out a precious wine bag-shaped magic weapon and waved it towards Chen Mu.

"Why, some more?"

This was the first time anyone had seen a magical vessel used to hold wine, and they all looked in awe...

Chen Mu shook his head and laughed, and did not take the wine bag.

"A brother, a brother, a magpie chirping; a dish, a plate, a clear autumn. A hairpin of white hair, a word, a cup of drink, a lifetime of sorrow..."

Just as everyone was talking and laughing and enjoying their meal, a Taoist priest in a grey robe with an immortal look came out from the distant mountains and forests, chanting doggerel.

The Taoist's hair and beard were all white, and he looked to be in his sixties or seventies, but his physique was not that of an old man. Instead, he was very tall and straight, like an old pine tree.

His expression was calm as he walked over, sniffing and muttering...

Chen Mu and the others stood up immediately, mobilizing their magical powers and ready to go. Even Gong Ye Ji, who was not far away, jumped over quickly, fearing that Chen Mu and the others would forget him.

"How could a Taoist suddenly appear in the depths of the mountains..."

Niu Dali spoke slowly and in a low voice, reminding everyone that this matter was strange.

In fact, there was no need for him to appear and remind everyone. No one was a fool, but they encountered a sudden change and they did not dare to act rashly.

Chen Mu used his spiritual sense and carefully probed towards the old Taoist priest, but the result was as he expected. He was unable to find out the depth of the old Taoist priest at all.

"Please don't let it be that Jindan demon cultivator..."

His heart gradually tightened, and he suddenly remembered the worst case scenario.

If this old Taoist is the incarnation of a Jindan demon cultivator, then they will not be able to escape death today.

Niu Dali had just thought of this possibility and quickly asked in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist She, does your Beastmaster Sect have any method for identifying demon cultivators?"

She Yingtan shook her head slightly and replied, "The Jindan realm is far beyond our imagination... But you don't have to worry for now. That Jindan demon cultivator is being watched by several ancestors, so how could he appear here at this time?"

Everyone spoke a few words and not much time passed.

Chen Mu was about to ask, but he saw that the old Taoist priest had already walked closer and sat down on a protruding rock in a pretentious manner.

He sat cross-legged, making Taoist gestures with his hands and silently repeating his doggerel.

However, his bright eyes always seemed to glance at the wine bag in Niu Dali's hand intentionally or unintentionally...

(End of this chapter)