Weilu Mountain is full of greenery, with rugged rocks, peaks and rocks, and ancient trees and pines.

This famous mountain, known as the No. 1 Immortal Hall in the World, Wanghaitang on Weilu Mountain is also the last holy place of the existing shaman sect on this land.

Then even this holy land was not immune to the persecution of the Japanese Ninjas. Even the thousand-year-old Guanyin Pavilion on Weilu Mountain was not spared.

Wanghaitang is located on Wanghai Mountain, the main peak of Weilu Mountain. It is dedicated to Master Hu Santai and Grandma Hu Santai of the shaman sect.

At this time, there was a sense of solemnity in Wanghai Hall, especially the main hall, which was filled with people, including Taoists and Buddhists.

Some of the people were still injured and looked miserable, as if they had just escaped from a big battle.

All this is because the cultivation sects on Weilu Mountain have been almost wiped out, and only Wanghaitang is left.

And all the ninjas in the mountain are slowly surrounding this place.

Sitting in the main seat was a silver-haired old woman, smoking a dry cigarette, puffing away smoke, and looking at everyone in front of her with a smile.

She is Mrs. Hu.

No matter what the leader of the shaman faction in Wanghaitang was called before, when he started to lead the shaman faction, he only had two names to use.

Grandma Hu San, Mrs. Hu San.

"Hu Santana, you are a senior and you represent the shaman sect. In this situation, you should say something!"

The speaker was a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe. He belonged to the Beimao sect and his Taoist name was Bai Song.

"Guanyin Pavilion suffered such a tragedy, Wanghaitang stayed closed, and I didn't complain at all. But in this situation, Mrs. Hu San still needs to make an idea."

A great monk said in a calm tone, but everyone could still hear a hint of resentment in his ears.

Wanghaitang and Guanyin Pavilion are close to each other, so it is normal for the great monk to have some resentment. If he had not received Wanghaitang's favor and finally been able to hide in during a life-and-death situation, the great monk would have transformed into a raging King Kong.

There was a lot of discussion in the room.

They are all cultivators on Welu Mountain. They were either chased here by the Japanese, or they received the news in advance and came here to avoid disaster.

With such a large group of people here, of course Hu Santana is the backbone.

Hu Santai was still smiling, but the face of a young girl in red standing next to her was a little ugly.

The girl in red looks less than ten years old, with a pretty face and a bit of displeasure in her beautiful eyes.

"Master Huiming, if we, Wanghaitang, hadn't taken action to frighten the Japanese people who were chasing you, you would have been buried in Welu Mountain. What are your intentions for saying such things here?"

The voice sounded like an oriole, but it was like a sharp thorn that penetrated deeply into the heart of this great monk.

Master Huiming's clothes were tattered and dirty, and he was indeed in a very embarrassed state. It would be a lie to say that he didn't have any resentment toward Wanghaitang.

That's why he said that.

"Qing'er, don't be rude."

Hu Santai finally spoke and scolded the young girl beside her.

The girl known as Qing'er pursed her lips and stepped aside. She really had no interest in this crowd of people.

Usually everyone practices in Weilu Mountain and absorbs incense. Although there are contacts between each other, there are more conflicts and contradictions.

Now that something has happened, they all run to Wanghaitang, which is simply shameless.

Hu Santai licked her lips, puffed out the smoke, then took out the brass cigarette rod and stood up slowly. The girl on the side hurried over to help her.

Grandma Hu Santai waved her hand and refused to answer. She stood there and said with a smile: "You guys came over in a swarm and asked me, an old woman, to make up my mind. What ideas can I make to go back with them?"

Everyone's expression changed slightly.

The number and strength of the Japanese ninjas who came this time exceeded their imagination. With these remnant soldiers, rushing out to fight against the Japanese ninjas all over the mountains and plains was basically the same as risking death.

Taoist Bai Song, as the representative of Beimao, also stood up and held up his hands, saying: "Mrs. Hu Santa, Pindao's Taoist temple was basically destroyed by the Japanese. Pindao must avenge this deep hatred, but..."

"I also hope Hu Santai will allow Pindao and Mingfeng Temple to rest here for three days."

Taoist Baisong has decided that in three days, he will go out to Wanghaitang to avenge the dead disciples of Mingfengguan.

But listen to what he said.

Everyone present knows that walking out of Wanghaitang now is basically the same as committing suicide.

Taoist Bai Song said this and looked around at everyone, but no one responded to his words.

This is how most people live. How can they die generously if they can live an ignoble existence?

The girl in red, who was called Qing'er, had contempt in her eyes, but when she looked at Taoist Bai Song, her eyes were full of excitement.

As the proud daughter of Wanghaitang, known as the most talented child in hundreds of years, she really wanted to walk out of Wanghaitang and meet those Japanese ninjas who dared to come to dinner.

But unfortunately, my great-grandmother, Hu Santai, disagreed.

Mrs. Hu Santai saw everyone's reactions in her eyes, but her cloudy eyes did not change at all, and her wrinkled face was calm.

"We are both cultivators. I am very happy that you can come here at this time. This is because you look up to Wanghaitang..." Mrs. Hu Santai first expressed her position, and then continued: "You will come to Wanghaitang, I guess.

, it’s also because of the Five Immortals Formation, but since the Japanese are so aggressive, the wolf’s ambition is obvious, and the Five Immortals Formation with aircraft and artillery cannot stop them.”

As soon as this statement came out.

Everyone immediately started whispering.

Some of them were just following the crowd. When they saw a large number of practitioners, they hid in Wanghai Hall and followed suit.

I don’t even know what the Five Immortals Formation is.

"Hey, fellow Taoist Zi Lin, what is this Five Immortals Formation? It sounds very powerful."

"No way, you don't even know about the Five Immortals Formation."

"..."

When the girl in red heard their whispers, she snorted, feeling very proud, with a look of arrogance on her face.

The Five Immortals Formation is a mountain-protecting formation arranged by Wanghaitang based on the main peak of Weilu Mountain. Once activated, it is enough to destroy all enemies entering Wanghaitang.

The Five Immortals Formation has never failed.

"and……"

The girl in red also took a step forward and said: "We Wanghai Hall doesn't have much food and rice, so we can't support so many idle people."

Practitioners are also human beings, and they also need to eat and drink.

If Taoism had not reached the level of Xu Ping, there would be no way to get rid of grains.

Idle person?!

Hearing the girl in red use such words to describe it, many cultivators immediately had expressions of confusion on their faces.

But more people had solemn faces and were deep in thought.

yes.

Relying on Wanghaitang's Five Immortals Formation to hide is only temporary. You can hide for a while, but you can't hide for a lifetime.

Moreover, the situation at the bottom of the mountain will only be worse than on the mountain, and it is impossible for reinforcements to come.

There seems to be only two roads in front of you. Either, like Mingfeng Temple, take advantage of this moment and go down the mountain.

As long as they can sneak into the city, there may be a glimmer of hope.

Or, starve to death or be bombarded by cannons.

These Japanese people don't have their character, and their attitude towards firearms is definitely to use them if they can be used.

surrender?!

This idea began to appear in many people's minds.

They were not very united to begin with, and everyone had their own thoughts. Now that the girl in red reminded them, everyone felt even more uneasy.

Mrs. Hu Santa saw that everyone fell into silence, and the sound of needle drops could be heard in the whole hall. She resisted her craving for cigarettes, coughed twice, and ordered: "These people are guests, Qing'er, go and arrange guest rooms for them..."

As she said that, she looked at the crowd and said, "There are many people and the rooms are limited. I hope you can forgive me for the poor reception."

"Where, where."

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Hu, for disturbing me for three days. I will kill you down the mountain with Taoist Bai Song."

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Hu."

Everyone expressed their gratitude, but few said they would follow him down the mountain.

Most practitioners still hold a wait-and-see attitude. If they can live one day, it is one day.

Their total total is only over 200 people. If they rush out of Wanghaitang and enter the mountains and forests.

That was the home ground of the Japanese Ninjas. Apart from one death, there was basically no difference.

"Hu Santai."

Just when everyone was preparing to wait for the arrangements and go to rest, a discordant voice suddenly sounded from the crowd.

The one who shouted was a young man, he looked handsome, but everyone looked at him very strangely, and they didn't know which sect he belonged to.

Seeing that everyone looked at him, the young man was neither humble nor arrogant. Instead, he began to introduce himself, "I am Qian Feng. I am the son of Miao Zhu of the Weilu Mountain Temple. I wonder if you can listen to what I am going to say next."
To be continued...