The troublesome autumn always makes people feel uneasy. If the previous walks of water just make people feel unusual, then the Xue clan people appear here and have died one after another, which makes people feel suffocated, and even their own lives are threatened.

Why is this? However, no one knows it, maybe someone knows it, but they all think it doesn't.

Huanling seemed a little helpless, and naturally she was not in a good mood when chatting with Mu Ming.

Today, a few people talked about the people of the Xue clan, but they actually died at this time, which always makes people feel something is wrong.

In fact, at dawn, Huanling realized that things had changed and their imaginations.

The Xue family’s ancestral tomb was destroyed, and several coffins disappeared. It was not clear whether it was done by the tomb robbers at this time, but everyone knew that it was not done by the tomb robbers.

Because some coffins were opened one after another, the bones inside were burned to ashes.

An angry roar came from the Xue clan, and a feeling of depression enveloped it. Many people showed anger. It was already immoral to dig people's ancestral graves, let alone burning corpses, which is already the category of God's punishment.

But some people did do this, and there was no trace left behind. Or, that was the first person who died tragically in the Sifang Pavilion before, and that person was the guardian of the ancestral tomb!

Logically speaking, the Xue clan’s ancestral tombs should be heavily guarded and banned, but someone quietly entered it and then did something earth-shaking.

After dawn, some tribes came. Calculate the number. About fifty or sixty tribes gathered here. The other tribes are coming soon, and it will definitely be lively at that time. Of course, this is the past. Today, the Sifang Pavilion is a bit deserted.

The Xue family sent a large number of strong men, and some other tribes also came here, but they did not disturb the tribe mountain gods and clan leaders. They came here to try to deduce anything, but in the end they got nothing.

The Xue family's face was naturally ugly, and they looked at the many tribal leaders in the courtyards with extremely bad expressions.

However, Commander Jin invited these people out without any politeness, while those people had no temper at all.

"Everyone, if you are so bored, you can walk around, but it's best to go together!" Commander Jin said kindly.

Others nodded one after another. Two people had just died here, and they didn't really want to stay here. And if they were not mistaken, I'm afraid someone would come here to verify something later. I'm afraid they would guess something at that time, which would make them feel uncomfortable.

At that moment, someone immediately invited me to travel. There were many scenery around the Baofeng tribe, which was rare elsewhere, and now I have the opportunity.

"Go together?" The old patriarch appeared beside Mu Ming. His face returned to normal. His bruised and swollen face disappeared yesterday, which made Mu Ming Qi.

"I'm used to it!" the old patriarch said with a smile, quite proud.

Jin He was much embarrassed, and Huanling shook his head helplessly and ignored it.

"Be careful, don't fight with others!" Huanling advised.

Jin He patted his chest and made a promise that the Phantom Spirit's expression was slightly calmer.

Then he grabbed the old patriarch, who was pulled out of the door and left before he could react.

Mu Ming and Huan Ling looked at each other, and Mu Ming said: "The old patriarch never mentioned that Jin patriarch was his friend before!"

"Of course not. I was jealous in my early years and kept fighting, but now it is no longer as usual. The battle of intentions back then is worth remembering." Huanling chuckled.

Mu Ming nodded, "Emotion is really a wonderful thing!"

Huanling smiled and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to see the Saint Temple today!"

"Where is that place?" Mu Ming was puzzled.

Huanling was a little surprised and immediately explained: "The saint of Confucianism and Taoism, Confucius, and the figures who appeared during the battle of hundreds of tribes have no obvious cultivation, but they are not invaded by ghosts and evil spirits, and are subject to the position of the Taoist fruit of heaven and earth!"

After saying this, you can already understand that there are some representatives of Taoism, Buddha, Demons and Witches, or other sects.

However, Mu Ming said: "No, how could there be a temple for Confucianism and Taoism in the witch tribe?"

Huanling said: "This place was once a country of literature and mo, not just a saying. In the early years, Confucius had wandered around and preached here. Someone heard of the Tao and realized that the Taoist realm was not divided into each other, so he set up a temple to worship here. For a long time since then, literati and poets have appeared continuously, and the atmosphere of literature and mo is rich."

"So that's it!" Mu Ming didn't know these things, but he also understood this. Just like the Lord of the Lin Mansion, he seemed to be practicing Confucianism and Taoism, but he was not rejected by the power of supernatural powers. Maybe he also felt that the great way was the same as the same path, and they could be verified by each other.

The Confucius Temple is located behind the Baofeng tribe. There is a hill there. There is a temple above the hill. It is not very big, but you can feel a sense of righteousness from afar. All the distracting thoughts in your heart are removed. The grass and trees around the temple are lush and green, completely different from the dead grass around it. It seems that they have different forces to protect this place.

When Mu Ming and the others walked along a winding path to the temple, they were shocked.

The shadow of the Lord Lin's Mansion appeared in Mu Ming's mind, but at this time Mu Ming's heart moved, but it was a painting from the middle of the storage bag.

Huanling was a little curious, but she saw the scroll in Mu Ming's hand floating away from Mu Ming's palm and slowly opened it. She saw a dragon with teeth and claws in it, but the dragon had no eyes.

"This is..." Huanling said in surprise, because the dragon's hollow eyes suddenly became bright at this time, as if it was broken into paper.

Mu Ming was also surprised. This was a treasure given to several people by Lord Lin. But he seemed to have forgotten the Mu Ming for so many years, but today he didn't expect such a change. Mu Ming remembers that there was a picture of a crazy monk in his hand, but it should be something related to Buddhism.

Wooden name flicked his fingers and took back the scroll directly, because the dragon seemed to be more realistic at this time. Wooden name was worried about causing unnecessary changes, so he suppressed it.

"I have heard of the legend of the real dragon, but the real dragon has disappeared. Many people have only gotten their form, for their spirit, and the things they draw are missing from evil gods. Now I don't expect anyone to copy the meaning of the real dragon's soul. If you click on the eyes, you won't know what?" Huanling saw Mu Ming and put away the scroll, thinking.

Mu Ming's heart moved. Could it be that the Lord of Lin's Mansion had seen the real dragon? Otherwise, why would the seemingly ordinary painting have changed like this?

"Someone told me that this painting lacks the finishing touch. I thought it was an ordinary scroll, but I didn't expect it to contain supreme righteousness!" Mu Ming said. In the moment, Mu Ming felt a slight change in the scroll, and the evil energy on Mu Ming's body disappeared completely, and even Gui Ming had a slight pain.

"Let's go, there is an old friend in this temple. I'll take you to see it!" said Huanling.

Mu Ming nodded and followed closely!

After entering the temple, the name of the wood appeared. The temple was very ordinary. The sense of righteousness I felt before disappeared, as if it was just an ordinary temple.

At this time, the temple door opened, and an old man appeared. The old man's eyebrows and beards were white. He was stunned when he saw the phantom spirit, and then smiled and said, "It's you little kid. Time flies. When we meet again, we realize that a year has passed!"

The old man sighed, with a smile in his eyes, but Huanling said, "Old Yan, I really envy your realm. I have not even calculated this life, but this time it is different. September has just passed now!"

The old man was stunned, then pinched his fingers, shook his head and smiled bitterly after a moment: "I'm confused, I can't understand life!"

"I think Yan has understood so much that he is confused!" Huanling said, smiling very strongly.

The old man was stunned and said, "You should say something strange like before, just say something strange. I won't be swept today, come in!"

After saying that, the old man opened the door completely, and at this time, the old man saw Mu Ming and slapped his head, "I'm confused. It turns out that there are scholars from Confucianism coming. Did you bring the illusion spirit?"

Huanling said helplessly: "Old Yan, you are really confused. I naturally brought it to me by my side, but he is not a Confucian scholar, he is a mountain god and a cultivator!"

After hearing this, the old man shook his head and said, "You are wrong. He is a Confucian scholar. He has a sense of righteousness and will be a juren in the future!"

Huanling whispered: "Don't care, Old Man Yan is very good, but she's old!"
Chapter completed!