The spring is cold and cold.
It was still surprisingly cold on an early spring night.
Lingchu, who left Chen State, was in no hurry to rush back to Tianyuan City and his sect.
Walking along the usual road without any hurry or slowness.
One day, when it was nighttime, there was no one around, and the ticking spring rain fell without warning.
The invisible spiritual shield separated the rain, and Lingchu, who was still dressed in green gauze, seemed to be walking on the ground, but not muddy at all.
I saw a ruined temple not far away. The rare clear sky turned into a petite snow-white cat, lying on Lingchu's shoulder. He happily stretched out his fleshy paws and pointed at the ruined temple.
Lingchu thought about it, and although she didn't care if she slept in the open air, it was still good to have a house that was sheltered from the wind and rain.
Then he nodded, pulled Qingkong off his shoulders, held her in his arms several times.
After Qingkong established the foundation, the fur became softer and smoother, and it was really nice to touch.
The little tiger in his arms screamed twice in protest, but still obediently allowed its owner to trim its fur.
The ruined temple is not big and can be seen clearly at a glance.
The statue of the god in the center for people to worship is already covered with dust.
Judging from the appearance of the statue, it was a Taoist statue. Lingchu frowned slightly and waved his sleeves to cast spells. The statue was spotless in an instant.
He was responsible for teaching the Taoist rituals and bowed respectfully.
After nagging twice, Lingchu came to the corner of the ruined temple and sat down casually in a place where the wind could not penetrate.
The storage bag tied around Qingkong's neck flashed with inspiration, and a rabbit with its legs in the air lowered its head.
He patted the rabbit with his fleshy paws and signaled to the owner.
Lingchu glanced at Qingkong and said slowly, "Want to eat roast rabbit? Go collect firewood."
Qingkong raised his head and shouted happily, and the snow-white figure turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the night outside the temple.
Sitting cross-legged in the ruined temple, Lingchu was not worried about Qingkong. Although he was getting closer to Tianyuan City, he was still within the scope of the secular world.
With Qingkong's foundation-building cultivation, there won't be much danger even in the world of cultivation.
Snap, snap, snap.
The sound of stepping through rain and mud reached Lingchu's ears.
Lingchu, who had just practiced for a week, opened his eyes and looked at the temple door.
With a flash of inspiration in his hand, the rabbit on the ground was instantly skinned and furled, and it fell onto a clean cloth.
Well, when someone comes, it won’t be easy to use spiritual power to deal with the rabbit later. It’s better to deal with it first while no one comes in.
After the rabbit was taken care of, within a moment, a pair of grandparents and grandson holding oil-paper umbrellas came in from the ruined temple without a door.
The old woman was over seventy years old, with white hair as bright as silver wire, neatly combed and pinned with a silver hairpin. On her old face, a pair of eyes that should have been cloudy were extremely bright.
The person supporting the old woman was a boy who was only eight or nine years old. His hair was tied up in a high bun and a sapphire blue hairband. His fair and delicate face was filled with curiosity, and he looked at the broken man with a blink of an eye. A girl sitting alone in the temple.
This was the first time he saw his young sister alone in the wilderness.
Outside of the ruined temple, there was no human habitation within dozens of miles. It was indeed a wilderness.
However, the old woman glanced at Lingchu with sharp eyes. When she saw Lingchu looking at him with a gentle and harmless look, the vigilance in her eyes increased instead of decreasing.
Lingchu didn't look nervous at all. As soon as the grandfather and grandson came in, she had already discovered that they were both monks.
However, his cultivation level is not very high.
The old woman's cultivation level is higher and she is in the middle stage of Qi training.
The boy had just introduced Qi into his body. The spiritual power around his body was thin and unstable, and it only looked like he had practiced Qi at the first level.
Otherwise, how could any mortal ancestors or grandchildren, old or young, dare to walk alone in the wild or sleep in a ruined temple? The expressions on their faces showed curiosity and vigilance, but no fear or worry.
He raised his head and smiled at the old woman and grandson, then closed his eyes, as if he was resting his mind.
Lingchu did not continue to practice. Lingchu, who had restrained his spiritual power, looked like an ordinary mortal to the two old women.
It's just that the old woman has a lot of experience, so how can she really believe that a woman who dares to sleep alone in the wilderness will be a simple ordinary person.
Seeing Lingchu's gentle smile, the boy subconsciously showed a big smile.
The old woman tugged at her grandson, but did not look at Lingchu. Instead, she chose a place far away from Lingchu and pulled her grandson to sit down.
The boy didn't care and actively moved a pile of hay in the corner for his grandmother and placed it where her grandmother was sitting so that the old woman could sit more comfortably.
Raising her hand to touch the boy's hair, the old woman smiled happily and said, "Don't be busy. Sit down and rest. We have to be on our way tomorrow morning."
The boy nodded obediently, took the cake handed over by the old woman, and ate it in small bites of the cake and water from the cowhide water bag.
The old woman watched the boy eating with a smile, took out a piece of cake from the bag and started eating.
After just two bites, the old woman suddenly raised her head and looked at the door of the ruined temple, her expression showing deep vigilance.
A snow-white figure swept in quickly and landed in Lingchu's arms.
Qingkong looked up at Lingchu aggrievedly, her round eyes full of accusations.
It's raining outside, and there's no dry firewood for him to pick up.
Lingchu naturally thought of it, but she swore to God that when Qingkong went out to look for it, she really didn't remember it for a while.
Whether it rains or not is a trivial matter that the monk doesn't care about at all.
Later, he saw the grandfather and grandson coming in holding oil-paper umbrellas. The raindrops falling on the oil-paper umbrellas immediately reminded Lingchu of this incident.
But by that time, Qingkong had already gone out.
Since Izuku has gone out, there is no point in calling him back now, so he simply waits for Qingkong to come back on his own.
I just didn’t expect that Qingkong would be so aggrieved.
Lingchu smiled and bent his eyes, and touched Qingkong's snow-white fur soothingly. He raised his head and glanced at the old woman who was full of spiritual energy and was ready to go. She also had a look in her eyes.
