"Heh heh..." Though he knew Xiao Hua was spinning nonsense, Daoist Master Xiao was delighted to hear it. He even smugly stroked the beard he could barely feel, waved his hand, and said with his nose in the air, "Let's go... let us head back... back to Jiangchao Temple!"
When Xiao Hua and the others passed the tea stall again, there was hardly anyone left inside. However, the two men who had been playing chess were still sitting there. Of course, the chessboard was gone, replaced by wine and dishes. The two drank and talked with great relish. Seeing Daoist Master Xiao's group return, they even raised their wine bowls, clinked them together, and drained them in one gulp.
"Hehe, this Daoist Master Xiao... he probably took this Xiao for one of those two's companions!" Having heard Daoist Master Xiao's probing words today, Xiao Hua understood perfectly well. Still, before Daoist Master Xiao made things clear with him, he had no intention of explaining anything. More than a hundred years of secluded bitter cultivation had left the naturally lively Xiao Hua somewhat restless. Now that he had encountered something so interesting, why shouldn't he stick his foot into it?
"Oh? Why are there so many people on the mountain road?" After looking at the two men, Xiao Hua glanced around and naturally gazed toward the ridge where Jiangchao Temple stood. He was startled. On the mountain road, where not a single soul had been seen that morning, people now stood all the way from the foot of the mountain to Jiangchao Temple. It had not yet become crowded, but there were certainly more than a hundred people.
"Master, this is bad!" Yuan Ya had also noticed it and panicked. He hurriedly said, "You're in trouble again! Someone has come after