Some people took out dry food and ate it, some people drank to relieve fatigue, and some people might be extremely sleepy and lie down and go to bed.

There were also a few people, whispering in a low voice, while Mo Hua listened with his ears on his ears.

"Boss, how many days will there be..."

"Three or four days' journey..."

“How much can you earn?”

"Don't think so much, let's talk about it..."

"Others..."

"Only us..."

...

Several people chatted for a long time.

Mo Hua was a little confused when she heard it. She didn't know what they were talking about. She was about to listen again, but suddenly Boss Jiang's expression changed.

"wrong!"

When the other monks heard this, they looked shocked.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"What happened?"

Boss Jiang stood up and slowly looked around, his eyes stern, "There are people here!"

The ink painting was a little surprised.

Everyone in the ruined temple was even more shocked and stood up one after another, released their spiritual senses, scanned them carefully, and then frowned.

"Boss, no one..."

Boss Jiang wiped the ground with his hand, his eyes alert, "There is still warm on the ground. Obviously, there are monks who have taken warmth here not long ago..."

He looked around again and found the leftover potato skin of Mo Hua.

He pinched the potato skin with a puzzled look.

Suddenly someone exclaimed, "Boss, look!"

When Boss Jiang heard the sound, he immediately walked over and followed the man's pointing, and saw a line of lines on the ground, which seemed to have been painted just now...

Boss Jiang's heart trembled, "This is...formula?!"

Then his gentle eyes suddenly sharply said, "Everyone is on guard!"

All the monks present suddenly felt sleepy and drew their swords and used their spiritual power, with their expressions solemn.

But after a moment, there was still no sound in the dilapidated temple.

Whether it was seen with the naked eye or the sense of the spiritual consciousness, they found no trace.

Someone hesitated and said, "Boss, would you make a mistake..."

Boss Jiang frowned, pondered for a moment, shook his head and said:

"No, the formation has just been applied and there is still residual heat, which means that someone has stayed in this dilapidated temple not long ago..."

"This barren mountain and wild ridge, the road is far away. Just this dilapidated temple, that person will not leave. Most of the time I saw that there were many people in us, so I hid..."

"Or...is ambushing us..."

The other monks all looked terrified.

"Boss, what should I do?"

Boss Jiang pondered for a moment, then looked at the dilapidated temple and whispered: "Who is a fellow Taoist? Why don't you show up and see me?"

"Meeting is fate..."

"You and I have no grudges or grudges, and we will not be unfavorable to you. Meeting in a deserted mountain, making friends..."

...

Boss Jiang was kind-hearted, but Mo Hua was unmoved.

People's hearts are separated from their belly, how could he know whether this group of people is good or bad?

Boss Jiang's mouth was worn out, and seeing that there was still no movement around him, his eyes turned cold and he said in a deep voice:

"If this fellow Taoist is not aware of the politeness, don't blame me for being rude..."

"When I demolish this broken temple, smash this statue of god, and razed it to the ground. I see where you can hide..."

The temple was demolished?

Mo Hua was stunned and looked down. He saw Huang Shanjun parasitized in the statue, with an angry face, but helpless.

It is now in a downturn and cannot deal with this group of foundation-building monks.

If the door is demolished and the clay sculptures that live in it are destroyed, it will probably be really broken.

Ink painting doesn't matter.

The mountain is so big and the night is so dark. Even if the temple is demolished, he can still run away. But Huangshanjun can run away from the mountain god, but he can't run away from the temple...

He still has a lot of questions, and he wants to ask this down-and-out mountain god.

Mo Hua thought about it and then withdrew the hidden technique, and said with a clear voice:

"I'm out!"

Boss Jiang was stunned when he heard the sound. He thought that the mountain was deep in the night and the one who dared to settle here must be the experienced monks on the road.

But why does this sound sound so immature?

Before he could come to his senses, he saw a little monk jumping off from the beam of the room. He had a small body, a handsome face and a innocent face.

Boss Jiang was stunned, then felt cold in his heart and couldn't help asking:

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Mo Hua gave him a blank look, "Are you a ghost?"

Boss Jiang was slightly relieved when he saw Mo Hua's voice and appearance, and he didn't look like a ghost, but a living young monk.

But then, he frowned again, "Are you alone?"

Of course, Mo Hua would not say that he was alone, just said:

"My master, senior brother and sister have separated. I have rested in the ruined temple for a while and I will go to find them tomorrow."

There is a teacher...

Boss Jiang frowned slightly, but didn't take it seriously.

But he was very puzzled, so he said in a deep voice:

"When we come in, why can't we find you?"

Ink painting said with confidence:

"How do I know?"

"You can't find me, shouldn't you look for the reasons in yourself?"

"Is it because of insufficient cultivation, is it because of insufficient spiritual consciousness, is it because of insufficient alertness?"

"What does it have to do with me as a child?"

When a group of people were told by Mo Hua, their faces flushed with shame and anger, but they seemed unable to refute it.

They seemed to...only blame themselves for their incompetence...

You can't blame this kid for hiding well...

Seeing that they were so "self-knowledge", Mo Hua nodded slightly.

A big man approached Boss Jiang, his lips moved slightly, and said in a very subtle voice:

"what to do?"

"Do you want it..."

The big man's eyes were slightly cold and his hands were made into swords.

His movements were very small and his voice was very light, but Mo Hua's spiritual sense was strong, so he still heard it, but he pretended not to hear it.

Boss Jiang said in a deep voice:

"No hurry, see what the situation is..."

He was a little unable to understand the details of this little monk and could not figure out the identity of this little ghost.

Boss Jiang frowned and thought, suddenly his eyes flashed and asked:

"Little brother, did you draw the formation in this temple?"

Is the warm fire array...
To be continued...