C78 Five birds play(1)

"Good boy!"

The old Daoist smiled as he put away the turtle shell in his hand and squatted down to check out the culprit.

There was some black ash and powder on the ground, as well as some special smell. Thriftiness caused him to put some on the tip of his nose and smell it. A pungent smell wafted into his nose. And saltpeter?

As a disciple of a sect