The Trials of Leon Chen in the Mystic Valley Chapter 125

"Bang!"

The long bells sounded from the top of the mountain.

In an instant, Taoist temples all over the stretching mountain peaks rang their heavy copper bells one after another, frightening the birds to return home. The sky turned blue, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflected the brilliance of the tiled eaves half-hidden in the woods.

The little Taoist priest who was dozing in front of the mountain gate was startled, rubbed his eyes and stood upright.

Because he was holding the sword in his arms, he leaned against the pillar of the mountain gate when he was lazy and fell asleep. Naturally, his chin and cheeks were tilted on the hilt of the sword. The red marks on his cheeks when he woke up were ridiculous.