Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 235 Xiao Jin's Outfit

The cocoons that Shang Liangshan saw were not colorful but five-colored.

The five colors are red, orange, yellow, green and cyan. That's why he frowned.

Compared with five colors, seven colors reflect qualifications, which needs no further explanation.

"It seems that there is a reason why Xiaola can be the king of the elf butterflies. However, it doesn't matter if it is colorful, as long as it can evolve into an elf." Shang Liangshan muttered to himself, counting the colorful cocoons.

123…10，11，12，13…18。

"There are 18 cocoons." After counting the cocoons, Shang Liangshan was shocked by the number.

This is definitely a big explosion, and it’s just the beginning.

If these 18 cocoons can break out of their cocoons and evolve into 18 level-four elf butterflies, they will form a powerful medical team.

At that time, he will not only be able to provide Shang Liangshan with powerful power of faith, but also be able to transform into a spirit servant, pass through the temple's void passage, go to temples in various places, and heal the believers.

With such an operation, the number of believers will surely increase dramatically, and their piety will also increase rapidly, becoming fanatical believers.

The focus is still on the fanatics!

The faith of believers is unstable and at risk of being influenced by external forces.

Fanatics, however, do not face this risk. They believe in the God in their hearts wholeheartedly and will not give up until their death.

Just as Shang Liangshan was staggering, dozens of elf butterflies flew out from the orchard, hid in the vines, spit out colorful silk to weave a cocoon, and wrapped themselves in it.

This is the second batch of elf butterflies that are about to transform into butterflies.

Seeing this, Shang Liangshan's deviant fantasies became even more out of control.

Above the temple, accompanied by a series of "la la" sounds from Xiao La, the elf butterflies woke up from hibernation one after another, and flew towards the king who was calling them, and gathered above the Forgotten Temple.

"What is this?" Yijiu, who was lying down in the pavilion on the rock peak after talking with the old patriarch about the inspection, was suddenly attracted by a sound. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw elf butterflies flying from all directions and converging above the Forgotten Temple. He subconsciously asked the question.

The old patriarch, who was also lying flat, was very direct. He stood up and walked to the edge of the rock wall. He looked down and saw the grass in front of the temple. He shouted, "Little grass, what happened?"

"Lead the elf butterfly into the outer temple." Xiaocao replied.

"Is Lingyun enough?"

"That should be enough."

"Then you go ahead and get busy." The old patriarch turned around gracefully.

"La La" Xiao La directed the tribe to line up, and Xiao Cao began to bless the elf butterfly with spiritual charm.

Then, a colorful ribbon made up of elven butterflies appeared in the sky above the Forgotten Temple and flew towards the Forgotten Temple. The process was quite slow.

This scene was undoubtedly eye-catching, attracting the attention of everyone who saw it.

In the Forgotten Township Academy, Lin Weiwei, attracted by the sound of flapping wings, walked out of the academy, looked up at the ribbons on the Forgotten Temple, and murmured, "Didn't Brother Feng say that the Elf Butterfly would hibernate until the 15th before waking up? How come it woke up early?"

"And why are they flying in formation to the Forgotten Temple..."

The conversation paused, and Lin Weiwei thought of a possibility.

Now she follows her husband and becomes a teacher at the Forgotten Township School.

Compared to Lin Weiwei who was unable to get away, Wangmu and the others went straight to the Forgotten Temple and got the definite answer from Xiaocao.

"Xiaocao, will the Elf Butterfly come out again after it enters the outer path?" Wangmu asked, fearing that he would never see the Elf Butterfly again.

Xiao Cao thought for a moment and replied, "They should come out. The amount of food that Huawaidao can provide to the group of fairy butterflies is limited after all, so they will go out to look for food."

There are thousands of elf butterflies. Although the Huawai Taoist Temple has been upgraded several times with the Mountain and River Seal and expanded four times, its area has reached seven kilometers in radius.

However, since it is not yet the flowering season, and the expanded land has just been planted with medicinal herbs, it is obviously not enough to provide the living needs of the elf butterflies.

"That's good." The girls couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they heard that.

The girls' reaction was understandable.

Ever since the swarm of elf butterflies came to Forgotten Town, the girls would go to the small orchard behind the meeting hall to interact with them when they were free at night.

For this reason, the small orchard has been turned into a leisure area for women, complete with tables, chairs and benches.

When the temple guards patrolled, they would subconsciously avoid the small orchard, assuming it was the women's private plot.

Wang Mu and the others looked at the elf butterflies pouring into the Forgotten Temple like colorful ribbons, with growing reluctance in their eyes.

Humans are not plants or trees, so who can be heartless? They have been living with the elf butterfly for several months, so it is inevitable that they will develop feelings for it. If they suddenly can't see each other, you can imagine how empty they would feel.

"La la la" Xiao La started telling something to Wang Mu and others.

The translator Xiaoli came online and translated: "Xiao La said that its tribe will come out in the morning and evening to look for food, so there is no need to worry about not seeing them."

"That's great." Wang Ting said happily.

"Yes, that's great." Wangyou agreed happily.

Wangmu nodded happily, it would be nice to see the elf butterfly sooner or later.

As for what Xiaocao said about the elf butterflies foraging at night, it is true.

However, that is the season when flowers are in full bloom. Now it is just the beginning of spring, the initial stage of revival of all things, so it is naturally not the season for flowers to bloom.

It can be seen from this that coming out to forage for food at night is just an excuse for companionship.

The elf butterflies are a sentimental race. It is normal for them to spread the message on behalf of the tribe after feeling the reluctance of the girls.

Everything must come together and part, and under the gaze of everyone, the ribbon formed by the elf butterflies completely disappeared in the Forgotten Temple.

In the Huawai Taoist temple, Shang Liangshan was lying on the grass next to a spring, with his hands as a pillow and a straw stalk in his mouth, looking at the dancing elf butterflies in the sky.

The beautiful melody and song "Butterfly Love" rang in his mind.

The song "Butterfly Love" cannot be expressed in words, but its melody is beautiful and worth having.

Because of his love for the woman, Shang Liangshan fell in love with another lyric of "Dielian".

Moved by the song, Shang Liangshan couldn't help but humming softly:

If you can hear the string clearly, you will be born in the prime of life

Immerse myself in the splendor of the world again

I accidentally fell into a nightmare

I am willing to die for one person

What is the past like smoke?

Don't admit that everything is disillusioned

Spring water withers and flowers appear

I will grow old by your side

What is the meaning of no fate in this life

Zhuangzi woke up from his dream and saw colorful butterflies fluttering...

The monkey's cry of "Squeak, squeak" interrupted Shang Liangshan's humming.

He couldn't help but frown and look at Xiao Jin who was turning over.

This sight left Shang Liangshan dumbfounded.

Xiao Jin was seen wearing a wreath on her head, a vine skirt, holding a wooden stick, rolling on the grass, doing the classic somersault and peeking action of Monkey King.

"Wait, who taught Xiao Jin all this?" A big illusory black question mark popped up in Shang Liangshan's mind.

The process of elimination then began to play out in his mind.

Black spot? Suspected.

Grass? Ruled out.

Xiaoli...well, it's often outside and probably doesn't have time to teach Xiaojin these things, so it can be ruled out.

Small squares? Ruled out.

Xiao Meng? Ruled out.

Soil layer? Ruled out.

Too small? No.

Fool? Ruled out.

The answer is obvious, but it still needs to be confirmed.

Shang Liangshan then looked at Xiao Jin, who was having a great time playing on the grass, and asked, "Xiao Jin, who taught you to wear a wreath, a vine skirt, and to use a wooden stick to do somersaults and peek movements?"