"Father! Isn't it just a white snake?! What are you afraid of?!"

The young man with red hair and wearing a leopard robe shouted indifferently to the bearded man sitting on a tiger-skin chair.

"What do you know? The White Snake master has inherited the mother of Mount Li, so she has a good hand! She has been practicing Taoism for 1,800 years in Qingcheng Mountain, and married the disciple of Xu Wenchang, the 'half-step saint'! If I had known that the prince would die, why should I take this risk!"

This bearded man is clearly the Golden Cymbals of Phoenix Mountain.

And the red-haired young man in front of him was his only son, Golden Wings.

"Okay! Don't worry about this for your father, practice quickly! You have been practicing for more than 500 years. Now, with this Phoenix Mountain vein, you can barely let you manifest a human form in Phoenix Mountain. Are you embarrassed to lose it?"

Jin Yan said again and scolded Jin Chi.

"When my father and you are so old, there is no one on Phoenix Mountain! Look at your virtue now!..."

Jinchi's face turned blue and white when he was scolded. Fortunately, a little demon came to report: "King! A group of people went up the mountain and were building a temple!"

When King Jinban heard this, he was shocked and quickly stood up: "Oh?! Who are they?!"

"The young ones dare not approach. One of them, Maoshan Taoist priests seemed to have a good fortune..."

When King Jinban heard this, he could no longer hold back and walked out.

"Let me lead the way! I will go and see what is going on?"

He actually dared to build a temple on Phoenix Mountain. This clearly did not take him seriously! The King of Golden Cymbals was angry and rushed to the front!

Seeing this, Jin Chi's eyes were wandering around.

But he quickly followed his father and ran out of the cave.

On the hillside, the old man wearing a black robe and a curtain fence asked in a deep voice to a Taoist priest wearing a gossip robe beside him.

"Master Wang, this plan may have attracted that mountain lord to come out?"

The prince of the king twisted his beard and smiled confidently: "Don't worry, prince! Listen to what the guards said, I know that the Lord of Phoenix Mountain intends to make good princes! With the imperial edict, he has to show up, since he has something to ask for."

"Then the Lord of Phoenix Mountain may take Xu Erlang's life?"

When the old man said the three words "Xu Erlang", his breathing became heavier, and those three words were almost squeezed out from the gaps of his teeth.

Taoist Wang smiled and the rat eyes narrowed: "Prince! What I fear is nothing but the 'half-step saint' Xu Shu and Xu Wenchang."

"But Xu Wenchang is still a mortal body after all. How can he escape thousands of miles without magical powers? According to the guards, I decided that the person who can use Xu Erlang to make magic must be Bai Suzhen, the daughter of Zhou Huairen!"

As Master Wang said, a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

"The Lord of Phoenix Mountain doesn't need to do anything. Just hold Bai Suzhen... I can take Xu Erlang's life and avenge the prince!"

When the prince of black robe heard this, he said ruthlessly: "Okay! You just need to avenge me, those Xu Jinyin are no problem!"

"Prince, I have something I don't know whether to say it or not."

Suddenly, the king bowed to the old man in black robe.

When the old man in black robe heard this, he waved his hand and said, "But it's okay!"

"The prince's life was a lot of enemies, so he is now suffering a lot in the underworld..."

Taoist Wang said, and as soon as he waved his hand, a little boy brought a basin of water.

But when Taoist Wang saw that he was muttering something, he then stretched out his hand and flicked the water surface, and a picture suddenly appeared on the water surface.

In the picture, Liang Lian was in horror, and countless evil ghosts around him roared and tore him to pieces.

Some ghosts even put iron ropes around his neck and dragged him to the sword mountain.

Watching him howl and cut into pieces from the top of the Knife Mountain, screaming and falling down, the ghosts piled up his flesh and blood and then threw it on.

"My son! My son!!"

The old man in black robe fell off his burqa, but saw that he was the King of Liang!

This time, King Liang no longer cared about his reserve, grabbed Taoist Wang and said anxiously: "Master! Save my son! Just say how much money you have!!"

Taoist Wang was caught by King Liang and his wrist was swelling and painful, and he said with a grinning teeth: "Prince! Prince! Let go..."

King Liang then realized that he was excited and quickly let go of his hand.

Taoist Wang rubbed his wrist and sighed: "Your Majesty! All I can do is to use the "Sutra of the Supreme Savior to Save Suffer and Relieve Sins" to relieve the prince's punishment of eliminating disasters and eliminating crimes..."

Wang Daozhi said it and muttered to himself: Even if it is this, we have to spend a lot of effort!

Your son is really capable! Almost all the sins that can be committed in the world have been committed.

Annihilation, robbery, forcing women to death, driving people crazy, and destroying people... I don’t know how much I did, and eliminating disasters and eliminating crimes could only delay the punishment.

"This rule of law does not cure the root cause. If the root cause is to be cured, it will still fall on the prince himself."

When King Liang heard this, he quickly said, "Oh?! How to operate, Taoist priest, just say it!"

"Didn't this Fenghuang Mountain Lord ask for a mountain god's imperial decree? If he becomes a mountain god, he must have troops and horses to cooperate."

Taoist Wang smiled and said, "At that time, the prince will order him to summon the prince as a subordinate general and lead the Yin soldiers to act! In this way, will the prince be able to escape from the disaster?!"

When King Liang heard this, his eyes suddenly shone!

"Prince, remember not to be anxious! If you show a look of asking for it, you are afraid that the Lord of Phoenix Mountain will not be able to meet you!"

The words of Taoist Wang made King Liang wake up instantly, and he nodded and said, "I will naturally save you! The Taoist Master is more worried about this matter, so don't worry! I will definitely not treat Taoist Master unfairly!"

The Prince Wang smiled and bowed: "It is my blessing to be able to serve the prince!"

It was at this moment that a thick fog floated on the construction site where the temple was built.

For a moment, the entire construction site was covered with whiteness. Seeing this, Daozhu Wang was in his hand, he pinched out a magic trick and shouted in a deep voice.

"I am the king of Maoshan! I was invited to build a temple for the King Jinban Dharmakaya, the master of Fenghuangshan Mountain. Who is you?! Let's report it!"

This time, the Golden Cymbals in the thick fog were a little dumbfounded. Uh... Is this temple built for himself?!

As soon as I raised my hand, the thick fog dissipated.

King Jinban looked at the construction site and found that there was indeed a statue of his own.

He suddenly felt happy and said that although the prince of Liang was dead, he was not saved in vain!

"Well... I am the King of Jinban, the Lord of Phoenix Mountain. How dare you ask the Lord Dao was entrusted by whom to come to build the temple?!"

When Wang Daoling saw the thick fog dissipated, the bearded man holding a golden cymbal stood among them with a few little demons, and quickly winked at King Liang beside him.
Chapter completed!