Divine Hint: Reporting An Escaped Convict From The Start

The fat man was excited.

"Haha, my AIDS is gone! God! This ten million is worth it!"

The moment the fatty said that, the people behind him were shocked again.

"Oh my God, even AIDS can be cured?"

"A divine doctor! He's a real divine doctor!"

"Master Sanyang is indeed a living immortal…"

"…"

Exclamations came from these people.

Li Hao had come here for the hundred-year-old Lingzhi, but there was a temple on Mount Laojun and many halls dedicated to Gods and Buddhas, but he had yet to see the Mountain God Temple mentioned by the system.

Li Hao prepared to go up and take a look.

At this moment, the young man in the Daoist robe noticed Li Hao and Qin Yaqing. His eyes lit up.

What a beautiful woman.

He had been on Mount Laojun for several years, but he had never seen such a beautiful woman.

"What are you doing here?" The young man in the Daoist robe immediately asked Li Hao.

"I'm here to pray to God!" said Li Hao bluntly.

"By the way, where is the Mountain God Temple?"

Mountain God Temple?

Hearing Li Hao's words, the young man in the Daoist robe was stunned and asked Li Hao in surprise.

"You're going to the Mountain God Temple?" The young man in the Daoist robe asked.

"Yes! Why? Is there a problem?" Li Hao said in a low voice.

"Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter…" At this moment, the young man in the Daoist robe laughed again.

Li Hao and Qin Yaqing frowned.

"I advise you not to go!"

The young man in the Daoist robe spoke calmly again, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Why?" Qin Yaqing was also unhappy and asked in a low voice.

"Hehe… The Mountain God Temple is above. However, can you go up?"

The young man in the Daoist robe sneered again. In the next moment, he pointed sarcastically at a cliff behind him. It was extremely difficult for them to go up the Mountain God Temple, let alone the two people in front of them.

Li Hao and Qin Yaqing looked in the direction where the young man was pointing and saw an extremely steep mountain peak appear in their vision. The mountain peak was protruding and could be said to be surrounded by cliffs on all sides. On it was a small temple. If they wanted to go up, they could only climb up from one corner of the mountain peak. There was not even a place to land.

That was dangerous.

It was extremely dangerous!

"This…"

When Qin Yaqing saw this scene, her expression changed instantly. She was shocked. How could she go up? No one could go up, right?

Was the hundred-year-old Lingzhi on it?

What should they do?

If Li Hao could not pluck this hundred-year-old Lingzhi, would her grandfather still be in danger?

"Li Hao…" Qin Yaqing looked at Li Hao.

Li Hao smiled again and said calmly, "Don't worry, this is nothing… I can go up."

Li Hao's voice was filled with confidence. If he could not even go up, what kind of cultivator was he?

"Let's go. Wait for me over there!" Li Hao said again and pulled Qin Yaqing, preparing to continue walking up.

It was so comfortable to hold her hand!

"You overestimate yourself!" Seeing this scene, the young man's eyes darkened again as he said coldly.

Wasn't this guy courting death?

But this was even better. If the boy died, he could take advantage and get the beautiful woman. Even if he forced his way in, with his master around, nothing would happen.

"Next!" The young man in the Daoist robe shouted again.

At this moment, "Wait a minute!"

From behind, a voice spoke.

At that moment, three men walked up.

"Hmm?"

Hearing this voice, Li Hao, who was about to go up and pick the lingzhi, stopped.

"It's them?"Qin Yaqing also exclaimed in surprise.

Weren't these the three people he had seen at the restaurant at the foot of the mountain?

"What can I do for you three?" When the Daoist-robed man saw the three of them, his eyes narrowed slightly and he immediately asked in a low voice.

He was a Connate martial artist, so he could naturally tell that there were two martial artists among the three.

Although there were only two postnatals, this was very common.

At this moment.

The middle-aged man gave the two young men beside him a look.

Immediately, one of the young men took two steps forward and took out a notebook.

"Fellow Daoist, we are from the army. This is our commander. Can you let us in to see Master Sanyang? We have something important to discuss with him…" said the young man directly.

"Someone from the army?"

When the young man in the Daoist robe saw that the other party was from the army, his eyes narrowed. This middle-aged man was a commander?

But so what?

He was a martial artist and his master was a cultivator. No one could control them.

"If you have anything to say, just tell me!" The young man in the Daoist robe said coldly, still extremely arrogant.

"Huh? What kind of attitude is that?"

"Do you know who our officer is?"

Hearing the man's words, the middle-aged man frowned. The two guards beside him were hot-blooded and could not help but shout at the man.

"This is the Sanyang Hall… I have the final say here. Officer? We don't have any officers here, only Master Sanyang and the people who treat illnesses…" said the man in the Daoist robe proudly.

"You…"

"Are you looking for a beating?"

The two guards were instantly angry and looked like they were about to fight.

"Stop!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly. Only then did the two guards stop themselves from attacking.

"Hehe, do you want to fight? Come on, who's afraid of you?"

The young man in the Daoist robe sneered again. He really did not take the three of them seriously.

"Master Daoist, please go in and tell him that I'm Long Zhiming. Our old chief is seriously ill and can't come for treatment. Can Master Sanyang make a trip…"

This middle-aged man was called Long Zhiming. This time, he had come with a mission. He had to bring Master Sanyang back. The old officer's illness was not something that could be treated with ordinary methods. Many medicines were no longer effective. He could only place his hopes on Master Sanyang.

"Stop, stop, stop…"

At this moment, the young man in the Daoist robe interrupted Long Zhiming.

"To put it bluntly, you still want my master to treat you, right?"

"Did you see that? These people are all here to seek treatment from my master. My master doesn't have the time to visit you. So what if you're from the army? 10 million yuan each time, not less!"

The young man in the Daoist robe said directly. He was very decisive and left no room for negotiation. He did not give them any face at all. So what if they were from the army?