early morning.
Zhang Fulong left the room. Recently, he had a sore back and rarely went out. "I'm so hungry. If I don't eat, I'll die of pain, or I'll starve to death."
He came to the yard.
"Why is there no one?"
Zhang Fulong felt something was wrong. Usually at this time, Ziyue and Jin Yan were drinking porridge in the backyard.
"Just drink some porridge."
Zhang Fulong walked into the kitchen and found that the pot was empty. He immediately had a bad premonition and immediately went to the main hall. He still didn't see Qin Luo and the others. "Why are they all running away! How can I live without you?"
"Master!"
A clear voice sounded behind Zhang Fulong.
Ziyue and Jin Yan returned to the Taoist temple.
Zhang Fulong patted his chest, "Master, I thought you were missing. Why didn't you see your senior brothers?"
Ziyue blinked, "Senior brother left yesterday, he went to Yanbei City."
"What?"
Zhang Fulong was shocked.
He thought Qin Luo had run away.
"well!"
Zhang Fulong looked up to the sky and sighed. Qin Luo was his favorite disciple. He managed Longhu Temple in an orderly manner and even planned to leave Longhu Temple to him after returning home to retire.
Ziyue's little face was full of doubts, "Master, why do you look so sad?"
"It's okay as a teacher."
Zhang Fulong wiped his eyes.
Zhang Fulong didn't care when his apprentices ran away in the past. He was sad to hear the news of Qin Luo leaving.
Now only Ziyue and Jin Yan are left in the Taoist temple, Zhang Fulong is afraid that they will also run away, "Ziyue, Jin Yan, I will take you to eat delicious food at the foot of the mountain."
Hearing this, Ziyue felt a little ashamed. She had just taken her junior brother to eat meat buns at the mountain market, but she didn't think of bringing her master anything to eat, "Master, I'm not hungry."
"Me too."
Jin Yan scratched his head.
They were not hungry, but Zhang Fulong was so hungry that he shamelessly came to Zhao Qing'er's porridge shop to drink porridge. He looked at the roadside from time to time, hoping that Qin Luo would come back.
...
Qin Luo came to the vicinity of Yong'an City. This is the largest city in Yanbei County. It is more prosperous than Yanbei City on the border. Jinyang City is completely incomparable to him.
There is a dilapidated Chenghuang Temple outside the city.
The Chenghuang Temple is on the only way into the city. There are overgrown weeds nearby and some houses have collapsed.
Looks like it hasn't been cared for in years.
Qin Luo didn't sense the aura of the City God. He still walked into the Temple of the City God. It was empty. Many things had been moved away, leaving only the heavy statue of the City God.
"Meeting is fate."
Qin Luo took out a stick of incense and lit it.
He placed the lit incense in front of the statue of the City God. Seeing the statue absorbing the incense, Qin Luo had a smile on his face.
"It seems that Senior Chenghuang is still alive."
Qin Luo guessed that this city god was the old city god mentioned by Jinghu Landlord.
"See you again if we are destined."
Qin Luo saluted the statue of the City God with his hands raised.
In the distant mountains, an old man with a long beard opened his eyes, and a powerful force surged into his body, solidifying his weak body.
The old man was surprised and happy. He kowtowed in the direction of the City God's Temple, "Thank you, Master, for your help!"
Leave the Chenghuang Temple.
Qin Luo walked into Yong'an City.
The city was bustling with traffic and bustling. Everyone looked at Qin Luo's Taoist priest costume and couldn't help but take a second look.
Qin Luo discovered that there were many immortal cultivators hiding in the city. These immortal cultivators quickly left Yong'an City after seeing him. Although their whereabouts were discovered, he did not pay attention.
It doesn't matter whether they are immortal cultivators from Xuanzhi Mountain or Zhenbei Palace. Qin Luo appears here because he wants to tell them that he will give them more time to think about it on the way here.
Yong'an City is no less lively.
Qin Luo couldn't be stopped, not as long as he stayed near the mountain village.
Leave Yong'an City.
When Qin Luo came outside the city, he saw a high mountain not far away. There was a dazzling golden light on the top of the mountain. It was a temple.
Just passing by.
Qin Luo decided to take a look.
At the foot of the temple, there is a long staircase that stretches to the top of the mountain. There are many people on this staircase. They bow every three steps and are very pious.
Qin Luo climbed up the steps. He quickly surpassed the people in front of him, and soon appeared in front of the temple.
There were three large golden characters on the plaque of the temple. Qin Luo whispered softly: "Yunzhong Temple!"
Yunzhong Temple is magnificent, and the Dragon and Tiger Temple is the difference between a bright moon and a firefly.
When Qin Luo came, the temple was very deserted, and the people were still worshiping below.
He walked into the main hall dedicated to the Buddha. The main hall was very large, several times the size of the Longhu Temple main hall. There was a lot of incense inside, and the golden Buddha sat cross-legged at a high place with a majestic appearance.
Qin Luo looked at the Buddha with respect in his eyes. He took out a stick of incense and prepared to offer incense to the Buddha.
"Wait!"
A rough voice came.
The fat monk with a shiny face walked into the main hall and said seriously: "To burn incense and worship Buddha, you need to buy incense from this temple."
Many temples have this rule. Qin Luo's master doesn't like people bringing incense to Longhu Temple, but if people bring incense to pray for blessings, he will not refuse.
"I don't understand the rules, please forgive me."
Qin Luo put away the incense in his hand. He smiled and said softly: "How much does it cost for a stick of incense?"
The fat monk raised his eyebrows and said, "One hundred articles."
Qin Luo was a little surprised. He thought the incense at Longhu Temple was already very expensive, but he didn't expect the incense at Yunzhong Temple to be even more expensive.
If it's cheap.
He bought a stick of incense high and low.
In fact, the incense in Yunzhong Temple is not that expensive. Seeing how clean Qin Luo's clothes are, the fat monk must be a rich Taoist priest who deliberately shouts such an outrageous price.
Qin Luo saluted the Buddha, then turned around and prepared to leave Yunzhong Temple.
The fat monk frowned when he saw that Qin Luo wanted to leave without buying incense, "Are you a Taoist priest from Bailu Temple?"
"I'm coming from the Dragon and Tiger Temple."
"never heard of that."
The fat monk had contempt in his eyes.
Qin Luo smiled slightly and said softly: "It's normal. I didn't know about Yunzhong Temple before."
The fat monk frowned and said mockingly: "Haha. I have seen many Taoist priests who come to the temple, but this is the first time I have seen a Taoist priest who comes to offer incense and worship Buddha."
Qin Luo looked calm and said with a smile: "Buddha is a senior, so why not pay homage to him."
“Even though the rain from the sky is wide, it cannot moisten the boundless grass; even though the Dharma is wide, it cannot help those who have no chance.”
"Everything you said is right."
Qin Luo left the hall directly.
"It turned out to be a poor Taoist priest who appeared out of nowhere." The fat monk couldn't help complaining. When he looked at the Buddha above, his scalp was numb with fear.
The Buddha, who was sitting cross-legged at a high place, had his eyes wide open with anger, as if he wanted to eat the fat monk.
"Buddha, calm down!"
The fat monk knelt on the ground and kowtowed. His head was bruised and bleeding from kowtow, but he did not dare to stop.
Qin Luo could hear the sound of kowtows coming from the main hall even when he was far away. He couldn't help but smile, "This fat monk has a sharp mouth and a very pious body."
Leave Yunzhong Temple.
Qin Luo went all the way north.
There were no obstacles on the way.
In the evening, Qin Luo passed by a small village. When the children in the village saw him, they gathered at the entrance of the village to watch. "Look, he seems to be a cultivator of immortality."
"Immortal cultivators are always soaring in the clouds and flying in the mist. No matter how bad they are, they are still flying with swords. He must be a fake."
"Hey, do you know magic?"
Qin Luo stopped. He looked at the group of children, smiled and nodded, "I know a little bit."
"Can you show us?"
The children's eyes are clear and innocent.
Qin Luo didn't mind staying here for a while. The wooden sword on his waist rose into the air and flew around the children.
"Wow!"
"He is really a cultivator!"
A snot-nosed kid sucked in the snot that was about to fall into his mouth, and said excitedly: "Master Immortal, my mother said there is a big bad wolf in the mountains, can you drive it away?"
"There are still water ghosts in our village pond!"
"I still have a tigress at home."
Qin Luo's consciousness covered the area and did not find the big bad wolf or the water ghost. This was probably a white lie. "I can't deal with them either, so you have to be careful."
"broken."
"Can't swim anymore."
"I want to go to the mountains and dig out bird's nests."
The children saw that Qin Luo was so powerful that he could not deal with the big bad wolf and water ghost, and they did not dare to go near these areas.
An old man holding a buffalo stood at the entrance of the village. He witnessed the conversation between Qin Luo and the children. The old man smiled and nodded at Qin Luo, and Qin Luo smiled back.
…
night.
Qin Luo came to a barren mountain.
The mountains were filled with thick fog, making it difficult for ordinary people to see the road clearly, but Qin Luo felt as if he was walking on flat ground.
Qin Luo walked in the mountain for a long time, but did not leave the mountain. He noticed something was wrong, and his eyes flashed with golden light, "That's it."
The thick fog in the mountains is just a cover-up to hide the barrier here. If the barrier cannot be broken, it will keep wandering in the mountains, commonly known as ghosts hitting the wall.
Qin Luo stood in the mountains, looking into the depths of the thick fog, "Senior, we have no grievances, why are you trapping me?"
"It's just boring." The thick fog dissipated, and an elegant middle-aged man appeared in the mountains with a smile on his face.
