Chapter 805

The faces of several people who followed Dong Wenfeng in were more or less hesitant. So I came in. When I inquired below, it was obvious that many people love you and don't know this Taoist temple.

"Will there be any ambush." green Mao was the first to be suspicious. Green Mao looked around and panicked in his heart. He has never been in such a strange mountain since he was young, and he is the weakest of this group of people.

Xiaodaotong was at the front again. Dong Wenfeng observed that the xiaodaotong's steps were slow. There is a kind of composure that usually only appears in the elderly.

Hearing green Mao's words, the path boy's footsteps paused. "Why do you want to come here?"

The tone was very light. People couldn't see what the little Taoist boy was like. As the trail boy walked into a room, there were more and more doubts in their hearts.

Shouldn't the first thing to enter the Taoist temple be to see the Sanqing? What do you mean by bringing them in now.

The sky on the mountain was inexplicably dark early. At this time, it was already dusk outside. It adds a bit of terror to the atmosphere here.

"Little master, we'll go down the mountain after asking a question." Murong rarely speaks to people in such a whisper rhythm.

The Taoist boy looked up at Murong and seemed to look at Murong up and down. In that pair of eyes, there seems to be a bit of adult sophistication.

"Did I let you down the mountain?" the path boy didn't seem to want to answer their questions, and even wouldn't let them go.

Green hair is worried. What the fuck is this? They can't go when they come in?

"What do you mean, you want to do it, don't you?" green Mao was angry. He felt that the Taoist boy was making it difficult for them.

"Is that how you beg?" the old voice came from the little Taoist boy's mouth. Several people were stunned. What operation is this.

Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest became more excited when he saw the dull reaction of several people: "ha ha ha, I'm scared? Young man, this is not a begging gesture at all!"

It's frightening to hear this completely different voice from the original one in a young child.

Dong Wenfeng became addicted to the ghost of the children's clothing God. "Do you think too much? Where is the ghost crying stream? After that, you can roll away."

In the Taoist temple, Dong Wenfeng found that his suppression power without a dragon was much smaller.

He asked Yan to explore the surroundings. Only then did he understand why the Taoist boy didn't take them to see Sanqing. Because the Sanqing phase of the main hall here did not know when it disappeared, and instead a huge stealing cave was built.

Hearing Dong Wenfeng's voice, the little Taoist boy's body trembled slightly, as if he was very afraid.

"You, who the hell are you?" the little Taoist boy's voice immediately came back, and the old voice just disappeared.

"We also want to ask who you are. Play spirit!" green Mao opened his mouth like this. The changes before and after the trail boy were too strange.

At this time, Dong Wenfeng's eyes cooled down and suddenly took a killing intention to look at the cold eyes of the little Taoist boy.

"Who the hell are you?" Dong Wenfeng repeated green Mao's words again. This time, if the little Taoist boy didn't speak again, he didn't mind his men's more blood.

It seemed that he was aware of Dong Wenfeng's threat, and a virtual shadow suddenly rose behind the Taoist boy's body. That virtual shadow completely corresponds to the sound in the body of the Taoist child.

It was an old Taoist with white hair and thin cheeks, like a survivor of the famine.

Inexplicably, several people felt the old Taoist's eyes on themselves.

"What are you looking at? Where is the ghost crying stream?" green Mao was not afraid. Instead, he looked like he was disgusted with this kind of thing.

"Ha ha." the old Taoist smiled. "Ghost crying stream? Young man, you are the one I want to wait for."

The little Taoist boy was pale. It seemed that the old Taoist's virtual shadow had been in bad condition since he left his body.

Seeing that the little Taoist boy's body was dead, the old Taoist scolded in his heart and hurried back to the little Taoist boy's body.

"I can help you go to the ghost crying stream, but you have to bring me something." the little Taoist spoke, but the language and expression were clearly made by the old Taoist.

Dong Wenfeng's voice echoed in his mind: "don't promise, don't promise."

Green Mao looked white at the Taoist boy and said, "what's the difficulty, i..." before he finished, green Mao was kicked by Dong Wenfeng.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

The little Taoist boy had to promise when he looked at green hair. As a result, he was disturbed by the man around him, and his face was black for a time.

"If you can't agree to my little request, please go down the mountain."

"No one knows this place except me." the little Taoist put his hand in his sleeve and looked like an old God.

It seems that when Dong Wenfeng left, he really couldn't find the ghost crying stream.

Murong's beautiful face frowned gently: "Dong Wenfeng, what do you think." intuition told her that Dong Wenfeng would not stop green hair for no reason. Green hair is a reckless man. Dong Wenfeng won't let green hair promise. There must be a stake they don't know.

"It's too long. Let's go."

Dong Wenfeng took the lead out of the door, and several people rushed out after Dong Wenfeng.

The path boy stood in the shadow behind the door. No one found that his eyes suddenly turned into two green vertical pupils.

Walking out of the Taoist temple has no obstacles in Dong Wenfeng's imagination. A few people walked out easily.

"Brother Dong, why, isn't it cost-effective to help him get something and get the location of ghost crying stream?"

Green Mao couldn't help asking when he came out of the door. There was definitely a problem in the little Taoist temple just now.

Murong looked at Dong Wenfeng with a pair of affectionate eyes at this time. She also wanted to listen to Dong Wenfeng. Why can't you promise? Although there are ghosts on the little Taoist, she can feel that it seems to be just a parasitic method.

"Let's go first." feeling the idea of flame rejection in his chest, Dong Wenfeng asked everyone to leave this towering ancient tree first.

When we reached the Bush, the night was very deep. Most areas of Hechuan do not have so many heavy industries, there is no light pollution, and the sky is a sea of stars.

"That Taoist temple is false." Dong Wenfeng was silent when he came here.

"Fake? How can it be?" green Mao exclaimed first.