When the Taoist Yumiao heard this, his face darkened and immediately said, "Today, my disciples are all on the mountain, and there is no one below. If I don't say it, I really don't know. Thank you brother."

In less than half an hour, the police chief came out again. After glanced at Xiao Yu and the others, he stopped and led a group of policemen to walk down the mountain.

After the police left, the originally lively mountain suddenly became deserted. Only Xiao Yu and the other two stood there, looking a little lonely.

The Jade-faced Taoist reported the matter of the white silk at the foot of the mountain to Tianyue Taoist Nun, which also shocked Tianyue Taoist Nun, but she didn't know what it meant. Now she was all focused on the ghost corpse and didn't want to be distracted by other things, so she asked Zhan Shi to ignore it and talk about it after dealing with Xiao Yu and the others.

As time passed, Mu Liutian came to the foot of the mountain, contacted Bai Zimo, told Xiao Yu's current situation, and then told Xiao Yu's arrangements. The other party immediately started to arrange them and said, let Mu Liutian not have to worry.

In the afternoon, some people of all kinds began to approach Guishan, looking at some tourists, and then merged into the crowd.

The police station, where the director who went to Guishan in the morning was reading newspapers, when the landline suddenly rang.

"Hello…".

As soon as a little sound was made, the director was stunned, and then his body suddenly stood up, and then he nodded in a serious expression on his face, like the scene of a Japanese soldier answering the phone in a war of anti-Japanese war movie.

A few minutes later, the director put down the phone, his forehead gradually became sweaty, and then he started to arrange it.

At this time, Bai Zimo was wearing a sky blue casual suit and was sitting in the yard basking in the sun. Beside him, a middle-aged man was reporting some situations.

"I understand, let's go first. I'm going out today. Pay close attention to the movements of these people and report them to me at any time."

"It's...Young Master."

The man bowed and left, Bai Zimo stood up and stretched, then looked at the watch, and then said, "Go and see the fun. If you dare to touch my brother, 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. A woman in a cheongsam strode out of the room and looked closely and it turned out to be a Japanese woman.

"Let's go, let's go for a walk with me. I haven't been to the sky for a long time."

After saying that, Bai Zimo hugged the woman and walked forward.

In the corner of the villa, there was a large open-air yard. At this time, the door was wide open, and two men in black stood inside. Behind the two men were two private helicopters.

Bai Zimo entered the factory, then snapped his fingers and said, "Go away, go to Guishan..."

As the sky gradually became late, the sun set, and the clouds in the sky were dyed golden by the sunset.

On the top of Guishan Mountain, several Taoists carried out two tables and placed them at the entrance of the hall and Xiao Yu, as if they were preparing for something to fight.

At this time, in a corner of the mountain, two men were walking through the sneaky woods. When they approached the top of the mountain, they all quietly lay there. Then they took out a camera and put it on a big rock, constantly adjusting the distance.

"It's a good deal to go for one hundred thousand, just go to the next place."

The four corners of Guishan's battle were quietly placed on cameras, and the disciples of Guishan were busy with Xiao Yu's battle at this time and did not pay attention to the movements in the woods.

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

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

"I guess it's that old woman..." The ghost corpse smiled faintly.

"No, Taoist nun Tianyue will not surrender her identity. She should be the pure Taoist. He is quite crazy and should have some skills."

In a short while, two altars had been built in the ground at the entrance, except that the altar of Guishan was set up on the stairs at the entrance of the main hall, while Xiao Yu's altar was placed in the courtyard below.

All the disciples of Guishan ran out quickly, each carrying wooden swords and wearing Taoist robes, looking excited.

Behind these Taoists, a man wearing a light red striped Taoist robe slowly walked out. The other party raised his left hand high, dragging a Taoist seal in his hand, and holding a wooden sword in his right hand, which was gray.

But the Taoist wearing a light red robe was not the Taoist priest on the jade face, but the black-faced man who had never spoken much.

The other party stood at the door, looked at Xiao Yu, then gently placed the Taoist seal on the table, and then sat cross-legged on a cushion.

"The five hundred years of peach wood sword, Guishan really has a profound foundation."

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

At this moment, a young Taoist rushes to Xiao Yu and the others, bows and says, "Master Xiao, the altar has been arranged, please..."

On Xiao Yu's side, there was also a two-meter-long wooden table, with incense, talisman paper and other things placed on the wooden table, which was exactly the same as the opposite side and looked very formal.

"Okay, thank you...".

Xiao Yu returned the favor with his fists, then stood up and said, "Let's go, it's time for us to go on stage, see what tricks Guishan plays."

Xiao Yu quickly took off his down jacket, took out a yellow Taoist robe from his backpack and changed it into it, and he also had a Taoist hat.

The Taoist robe was customized by Xiao Yu before, and with the blessing of magic power, it can be regarded as a magic robe. The back of the robe is an eight-legged picture, with two black and white yin and yang fish in front, as well as some runes.

The Taoist hat is also the ancient appearance of Maoshan, rising high, but Xiao Yu made some rectifications and replaced the original gossip part on the hat with a rune.

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

Lao Bai was checking whether the Taoist case was stable and whether it was passive.

The ghost corpse stood behind Xiao Yu, looking carefully at the Taoist people around him, for fear that the other party would suddenly take action.

After the inspection, Lao Bai pointed a little for Xiao Yu, and then changed into a long robe with the ghost corpse. However, Lao Bai was wearing a Taoist robe, while the ghost corpse was wearing a white robe at this time.

The mouse and the white cat were lying behind Xiao Yu, looking like they were facing a great enemy, with their eyes constantly turning without making any sound.

The bright moon is in the sky, Guishan is brightly lit, people's heads are rushing, but no noise is heard.

Xiao Yu took out the things he used to make, and placed the ghost general talisman on the table. As for the Yin-Yang Peach Wooden Sword, he just wrapped it in black cloth, but did not pull it out directly. Unless he had to, the wooden sword could not be known to others.

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

The sloppy Taoist and the old man with long beards were very fast. They arrived at the top of the mountain before long, but they did not show up, but sat on two trees and looked down.

The war was inspired by this. The Taoist nun Tianyue had not appeared yet. Everyone held their breath. Even the burning candle seemed to have some sense, and the flames became much smaller.
Chapter completed!