The last Taoist priest: Youling
Under the ancient pine trees of Sanqing Temple, Zha Wenbin was meditating with his eyes closed. The breeze blew by, bringing with it the unique freshness of the mountains. Suddenly, his apprentice Zhuo Xiong hurried over and broke the tranquility: "Master, there is a letter!" Zha Wenbin opened his eyes and took the simple letter. There was no sender on the envelope, only "Sincerely addressed by Cha Wenbin" written in vigorous fonts.
When he opened the letter, the few words he said made him frown: "Mr. Cha, there is movement in the mountains, and evil spirits are breeding. If you want peace in the world, come quickly." There was no signature, but Zha Wenbin had a hunch in his heart that this was no joke. Youling is a cursed land. Legend has it that once you step into it, it will be difficult to escape.
"Zhuoxiong, pack your bags, let's go to Youling." Zha Wenbin stood up with a firm gaze. Although Zhuo Xiong looked worried, he quickly prepared the peach wood sword, Bagua plate and other items. The two masters and apprentices embarked on an unknown journey to Youling.
