After he left, Mu Hanyan asked Gu Qingyang to come to discuss the refining of the pill. said that it was a discussion, but it was actually a euphemism, but in fact, it was Mu Hanyan who pointed out Gu Qingyang's alchemy technique.

As the number of priests in the Flower Rain Temple increased, the demand for pills was also increasing, and the cost of buying them from outside was too great, and it was far better to refine them yourself. It's a pity that there were not many original priests in Huayu City, and there were no people who knew alchemy, and Mu Hanyan couldn't do everything himself, so this important task had to be handed over to Gu Qingyang first.

It's just that although he is proficient in the refining method of Feng Nie Dan, he has little knowledge of other pills, and the refining techniques of many low-level pills are not as subtle as Mu Hanyan, so Mu Hanyan had to take the time to point them out one by one.

In order to put the Huayu Temple on the right track as soon as possible, Mu Hanyan did not hide his secrets, and taught Gu Qingyang, Gu Qingyang also knew that this was the foundation of the Gu family's foothold in Huayu City, and he learned with extra care, he was already open-minded, but he didn't feel any shame in learning art from Mu Hanyan.

Besides, even a well-known formation master like Wen Gaoren cried and begged to be a teacher by Mu Hanyan, what did he have to be ashamed of.

One taught diligently, the other learned fascinated, until nightfall, with the guards reminded a few times, the two of them stopped unfinished and walked towards the dining hall together.

The night was already a little dark, and after the others had eaten dinner, they had already gone back to their rooms to rest or cultivate, and the whole temple was quiet.

"Ah......h

Mu Hanyan's eyes froze, and he turned his head violently. The scream was clearly coming from inside the temple, could it be that an enemy had infiltrated the temple!

Soon, the door of a room not far away was opened, and a young girl stumbled out, looking like a maid in the temple. Soon, an old man chased him out, but it was Zhao Xinghu.

Seeing that it was not an enemy attack, Mu Hanyan put his mind at ease, but when he looked at it again, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a monstrous anger ignited in his heart!

The maid's name was Ruan Zhi, and she was one of the twelve maids who had recently been selected to the temple. In the past, the priests of the temple couldn't even fill their bellies, so naturally it was impossible for them to have maids to serve, but although today's Huayu City is in ruins, it is not a problem to fill their stomachs, considering that Mu Hanyan and others are entangled in trivial matters, and they have to find time to cultivate, the families in the city take the initiative to send the girls in the clan to the temple to take care of their daily life and diet.

Of course, this is also a great honor and honor for these girls. Every time Mu Hanyan meets them, he can see the joy, pride, and even happiness from his heart on their faces.

But at this time, Ruan Zhi's face could no longer see the joy of the past, the little girl's eyes were frightened, her face was full of tears, she sobbed in a low voice, and her weak shoulders were constantly trembling. The skirt behind him was torn open a gap, revealing the white and delicate shoulder blades.

Look at the unquenched lust in Zhao Xinghu's eyes, even if he is a fool, he knows what happened just now.

"Stop!" Seeing Zhao Xinghu in front of her, he actually stretched out his hand to grab Ruan Zhi, and Mu Hanyan shouted angrily.

Zhao Xinghu probably didn't expect Mu Hanyan to be so angry, but he was slightly stunned.

"Lord Priest!" Ruan Zhi heard Mu Hanyan's loud shout, but she came back to her senses and crashed into Mu She's arms like a wounded deer, and the low sobs just now turned into howling and crying.