The incense burns, but it is not fire, but phosphorus, and white yin fire.

The moment Bo Zi saw the Shanjun's eyes, he felt a dazed moment, and subconsciously took a step back.

The Shanjun seemed to notice Zi Bo's retreat, his upper lip slightly opened and his beard was shaking.

"Ah——" Uncle Zi felt cold in his heart, and he hurriedly stood up and straightened.

Mr. Shanjun, why did he appear in front of us at this time...?

Logically speaking, it shouldn’t be. Shouldn’t it be until the wine festival is about to end, and the pigs and sheep are killed and cooked before Shanjun will come out to accept the offering?

Why, at this time, sit in front of the temple?

However, you cannot retreat.

Uncle Zi trembled and took a step.

Absolutely not to retreat.

This is a wine ceremony for Shanjun, not a joke, but a respectful sacrifice for Shanjun by the people of the three villages. It has been held year after year for more than a hundred years, and no mistake has been made.

Therefore, you must not make any mistakes.

Uncle Zi gritted his teeth and walked towards the mountain master.

The people from the wine sacrificial team turned around and were trembling all over, but they still left and had to leave.

Shan Jun's shaking tiger beard settled down, and he finally glanced at the first place, and a trembling growl came from his throat.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Then he stood up, turned around, and walked into Shanjun Temple.

Without Shan Jun's eyes staring, Bo Zi and the wine priest finally calmed down slightly, and finally had some thoughts.

Shanjun...what is indeed wrong.

Bo Zi roared in his heart.

Last year he also met Shan Jun. At that time, Shan Jun was fat and weighed, and his muscles were like a hill. Although he looked like a big tiger, he had a fairy spirit, and his fierce face looked kind and kind.

And today's Shanjun...

For some reason, Zi Bo felt that the aura emitted from Shan Jun was all resentful.

but--

Shanjun, why are you complaining?

With such doubts, Zi Bo took the wine sacrifice team to the top of the mountain and walked to the front of the Shanjun Temple.

The pigs, sheep, chickens, ducks and geese all fainted.

"The mountain gate has arrived-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The wine sacrificial team all knelt down.

Rather than saying that he fell down on the ground, he fell softly.

After three bows and nine bows, Bo Zi continued to shout: "Blood flows, be worship!"

"Kill pigs - cook sheep!!!!"

The wine priest stood at the end and pulled out his knife and slashed his knife at the neck of the fat pig and sheep that fainted. Instead of looking for a basin, he just grabbed the head of the livestock, so that the blood in the neck could flow completely to the ground.

The Hu Junshi, who carried the pot and carried the water on his back, quickly completed his work and used the stone pier in front of the Shanjun Temple to boil water. The Hu Junshi who had a knife had already started peeling it.

Peel, put it in the pot, and cook it without adding seasonings.

Although it was raining in the sky, the firewood on the back seemed to be untouched at all, and was burning under the pot.

It burns the yin fire, but no one can see it.

The water boiled black, as if it was boiling.

No one noticed it.

Shanjun just lay in Shanjun temple without any movement.

But the walls of the Shanjun Temple were already covered with black air.

The door is wide open, as if it is very safe.

call--

As the mountain king breathed and the wind blew, the whole mountain seemed to be shaking.

It took a while and the meat was cooked.

The meat was not cooked well, and the meat was cooked black.

Bo Zi's eyes no longer looked like he called Hu Jun and took the blackened raw meat out of the pot.

"Enter - Shanjun Temple!!!" This shout was full of energy, as if it was not what an old man called, but a middle-aged man shouting.

He had already stepped into Shanjun Temple.

"Don't--" At this moment, the roar was like thunder, and it hit the head of the wine priest.

But Zi Bo has already walked into Shanjun Temple.

He looked back.

In just a moment, the black air smeared and cut off all his skin and flesh, leaving only a skeleton, which trembled slightly and collapsed.

As it collapsed, there was a little crisp sound, and the skull was facing outward, as if it was still looking outside the Shanjun Temple.

The other tiger ministers were awakened by the anger, and their bodies became weak at the same time and they were about to fall to the ground.

The last thing they saw before they lost consciousness was Shanjun in Shanjun Temple.

The thin mountain gentleman seemed to be laughing, mocking and laughing, but he didn't know what he was laughing.

In a blink of an eye, the two young men fell to Shanjun Temple like a gust of wind.

"What a evil tiger!"

"Be careful! It has a very strong evil spirit!"

It was Xiang Yu and Xiang An brothers.

The moment when Xiang An said that Shan Jun was an "evil tiger", Shan Jun's expression seemed to have changed a little, as if he was sad, but he changed back in an instant, staring at the two brothers.

Xiang Yu's eyes kept staring at Shan Jun, but Xiang An turned around and looked at the twenty-three tiger ministers who were lying on the ground.

"This is...my...hujun's wine sacrifice." The Shanjun slowly stood up, and a voice came out from his throat, "Who are you...why are you... disturbing my ritual?"

"Hmph, you evil tiger!" Xiang Yu snorted coldly, and pointed the copper sword in his hand forward, "Your wine offering is a sacrifice for people to eat!?"

"What are you doing?" Shan Jun jumped down from the altar and said as he walked, "I have protected this place for more than a hundred years. What's wrong with trying to taste it?"

"Do you want to fall into your position as Shanjun??" Xiang Yu asked again.

Xiang An glanced at the big tiger in front of him, glanced at the tiger servant who fainted at the foot, and was extremely anxious.

"It's useless to say more, brother, let's go!" Xiang An gritted his teeth and rushed up on his own initiative, and the same was true for Xiang Yu.

But the Shanjun jumped up high with his legs together, and then—

boom--!!!

With Nashan Jun as the center, the entire Mount Yu suddenly started to tremble.

Xiang Yu and Xiang An immediately stood unsteadily and began to shake.

Not only the two brothers, but a middle-aged man sneaking up along the mountain road halfway up the mountain was also unstable.

"Oh-ah!" He quickly lay on the ground, not affected by the violent shaking.

but......

The three villages at the foot of the Mount Wu were not so lucky.

Boom boom boom boom————

The mountain was shook, accompanied by heavy rain drifting.

The Xiang brothers were so shocked that they vomited blood and involuntarily retreated.

"This demon tiger - such a great ability!" Xiang An covered his chest, held the sword on the ground, and stared at Shan Jun.

"He is the mountain king, and he is naturally great." Xiang Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said cautiously, "He has been a mountain god for a hundred years and has been integrated with this mountain for a long time. Naturally, he can shake if he wants to."
Chapter completed!