"Old man, is this Wolong Temple?"

A well-worn man walked over with a simple knife in his hand, leading a little boy, and asked politely to the old man who was sweeping the floor at the entrance of the Taoist temple.

"Your Excellency is illiterate?"

The old man said calmly.

The strong man frowned slightly. He just asked politely. He raised his head and glanced at the plaque. It did have the three characters "Wolong Temple" written on it. Then he strode in with the little boy.

When passing by the old man, he suddenly noticed that the old man's eyes were gray and he seemed to be blind.

"It turns out he was a blind man and didn't see the knife in my hand. No wonder he dared to be so rude."

The strong man grunted and suddenly slashed at the old man with his sword. The blade finally stopped in front of the old man's eyes, but the old man didn't react at all.

The strong man stared at the old man indifferently, and did not put away the sword until the old man was about to move forward. If he did not put it away, the old man's face would definitely hit the blade.

"Your Highness, this Wolong Temple is very different from what I thought. Could it be that the edict left by the late emperor was wrong?"

The strong man led the little boy toward the Taoist temple and whispered.

"Will not."

The little boy shook his head gently with a firm face: "Father said that when he was young, my grandfather was taught a few tricks by the master of Wolong Temple, and finally conquered such a huge country. Now that the country has been destroyed, only Wolong Temple can restore my country.

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"But it doesn't look like there are experts living here. Even the sweeper is blind..."

The strong man muttered in his heart.

In front of the Taoist temple, Fang Chen swept the fallen leaves together, and finally packed them with a dustpan, then sat casually on the steps, enjoying the feeling of the peaceful wind blowing on his face.

He has been here for more than two years. When he first arrived, he understood why Juhe sent him here and said it was for welfare.

There is abundant spiritual power here, but there are no monks. The spiritual power in such a huge mountain range is only for Fang Chen alone, and no one is competing for it.

Other than that, life here is quite peaceful. On weekdays, you only have to deal with some warriors in the Taoist temple.

As time went by, Fang Chen even enjoyed such a life. He only needed to practice the Three Thousand Taoist Introductory Chapter quietly every day and didn't need to think about anything else.

I don't know how long I sat there when a voice of greeting came from behind me.

Several middle-aged Taoist priests sent the strong man with a simple sword out with enthusiasm.

When one of them saw Fang Chen sitting on the steps to rest, he frowned and said:

"Mr. Fang, have the floors in front of the door been swept clean? If so, go and see if there is a shortage of water in the kitchen and fetch some water."

"Look, there's no shortage of water."

Fang Chen smiled and had no intention of getting up.

The middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly became angry and was about to scold him when several fellow Taoist priests persuaded him to stop.

"Brother Chen, don't worry. From now on, your young master can just practice in our Wolong Monastery. If brother Chen wants to come and visit, you can do it at any time."

"It's easy to talk about. My son will have to ask you to take care of me from now on."

The strong man with Pu Dao cupped his hands and smiled, then glanced at Fang Chen and smiled: "You guys at Wolong Temple are so kind. You can support such a blind man. He looks like he's not too young."

"Oh, this is what the old temple master meant. He is too kind."

Several Taoist priests looked at each other and explained.

"Old Guanzhu? Is he here?"

The strong man with Pu Dao's eyes moved.

"Last year, the old temple owner fell seriously ill and passed away because of his old age."

"That's it..."

The strong man with a simple sword nodded slightly, exchanged a few more pleasantries, then turned and left.

"Mr. Fang, if you want to rest from now on, just go and stay in the temple. What if you look like this and scare the pilgrims?"

As soon as the brawny man with Pu Dao left, the middle-aged Taoist priest from earlier attacked again and looked at Fang Chen with disgust.

"Forget it, forget it, Mr. Fang is getting older, senior brother, don't argue with him."

Several people started to persuade again.

The middle-aged Taoist priest closed his mouth angrily, then smiled slightly and said:

"Aren't the junior brothers worried that we, Wolongguan, would have no business? If you look at the business, why don't we come to our door?

Brother Chen was so generous, he gave us a hundred taels of silver, which is enough for us to eat and drink at Wolong Temple for a whole year."

Several people turned and left while talking.

Fang Chen patted his butt, held the broom as a blind stick, and walked away.

After passing a rugged mountain road, he came to a pool. Maybe he noticed him, and Zhulong emerged from the pool and rubbed Fang Chen's head affectionately with his cheek.

"There may be some trouble tonight. There are some losers in this Wolong Temple. You have to help."

Fang Chen touched Zhulong's head: "In a few days, I should be able to create the first immortal vein."

"Very good."

Zhulong said with a milky voice.

Although his accent is a bit weird, his words sound correct.

Fang Chen smiled.

With cultivation, you can open the storage ring, which contains hundreds of middle-grade spiritual stones and tens of thousands of low-grade spiritual stones.

For reconstruction, they can be of great help.

late at night.

Several figures in night clothes slowly sneaked into Wolong Temple and quietly came to a courtyard.

This courtyard is inhabited by Taoist boys ranging in age from six to sixteen years old, with a total of thirty or forty people.

"Colonel Lin, are you sure there is nothing mysterious about Wolong Temple?"

Several night walkers did not act rashly, but stood quietly in the shadows. One of them asked in a very low voice.

Lieutenant Lin: "I observed it during the day. It's all full of people. The person sweeping the floor outside is even a blind man. What could be so mysterious about a place like this?"

"Great, the prince must know where the treasure of Tiger Country is hidden. As long as you find out the location, we will make a fortune."

"The big head belongs to Young Master Zhao. We just want to drink some soup. There is no need to be so happy."

Captain Lin snorted coldly.

"Colonel Lin, if it weren't for Mr. Zhao, you wouldn't be able to get the treasure by yourself. Don't be so petty. This is the world of Yue Kingdom, and you are no longer a captain."

Another night traveler snorted coldly.

Lieutenant Lin's face darkened, and then he said calmly: "Stop talking nonsense, I'm watching from here, you hurry up and get the person."

They didn't want to argue with him about why he was only responsible for looking out, and they wanted to take action. They just wanted to complete the task quickly so that they could go back and enjoy their happiness.

They moved forward quietly, but suddenly, they stopped and looked at each other in surprise.

Under the moonlight, I don't know when there was a figure slowly sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard.

Lieutenant Lin also saw it. After looking at it intently for a few times, his expression suddenly darkened.

It's the blind man during the day.

Lieutenant Lin slowly came to Fang Chen and said calmly with a gloomy face: "Why are you still here sweeping the floor in the middle of the night?"

"No way."

Fang Chen smiled casually.

Lieutenant Lin suddenly realized that something was wrong and took two steps back. He saw several muffled sounds coming from nearby, and the person who came with him had collapsed to the ground and lost all movement.

When he turned around, he saw a small face appearing in front of him, blowing gently at him.

The next moment, Lieutenant Lin's body stiffened, his life evaporated on the spot, and he turned into a cold corpse and fell to the ground.

"Please, throw them at the door."

Fang Chen smiled.

Zhulong nodded and moved several people to the door after going back and forth several times.

After doing all this, Zhulong returned to the water pool, and Fang Chen also returned to his room to continue practicing.
Chapter completed!