"The red mist is poisonous."

His eyes flashed.

In the thick fog, I soon saw a dilapidated village.

The moment he approached the village, Zhang Yuan's ears moved.

"Someone?"

He hid his breath, his body flashed, and rushed over quickly.

There were loud voices coming from the village.

In a spacious yard.

A young Taoist priest wearing a shabby Taoist uniform and a green face surrounded an ancient well, scratched his ears and foreheads, and said, "Master, do you really let me go?"

"Yes, I'm outside to help you, don't worry, there will be no problem."

Opposite him, an old Taoist with a rosy complexion and white hair and beard spoke.

He has a childish face and a tall body. He has a wooden sword hanging on his left waist and a big red gourd hanging on his right waist. His temperament is gentle, making people feel intimate when they see it at first sight.

"Why don't you go down, I'll help you outside?"

The little Taoist priest turned his eyes and said with a smile.

"No, you are Tong Yang's body, you are no longer a teacher."

The old Taoist priest shook his head.

The little Taoist priest looked stunned and said, "Master, when did you break your body?"

"Don't ask this, go ahead first, otherwise those three people might cause some trouble?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head.

The little Taoist continued to hesitate, his face bitter.

Zhang Yuan landed lightly on the yard and looked inside.

"It's them."

A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

These are two Taoist men, one old and one young and one young I met in Chujiang City.

When the young lady of Li’s family got sick, they were the ones they mentioned.

These two people are here again now.

Who are they?

What to do here?

"Advisor, you won't be afraid anymore. I have found a helper for you."

The old Taoist priest suddenly smiled.

"Help? Where?"

The little Taoist priest looked surprised.
Chapter completed!