Mu Fan thought about it and said, "I will definitely inform them about the crystal mine, and how the Sword Sect will deal with it in the future is not something I can do." ”

Shang Yu thanked: "Naturally, it's too late to thank you, how can I blame you." ”

She paused and said, "The sect grand meeting will be held in Chunyang Temple, and I look forward to your performance." ”

Mu Fan said with a smile: "To win glory for the sect, you must do your best." ”

A few people then exchanged a few words, and then Mu Fan and Xiaowan said goodbye and left.

Mu Fan walked out onto the street again, feeling that everything around him had changed. In fact, the street is still the same street, the boss who sells pills, the bustling customers, etc., are still the same, and what has changed is his heart.

After knowing that there are many powerful people here, Mu Fan can hardly think of it as easy as before, and he always feels nervous.

Xiao Wan's heart was not easy, she followed the young master closely, and she didn't dare to relax a step.

The two bought a carriage, Mu Fan drove the carriage, and Xiao Wan sat in the carriage and walked slowly out of the city.

The two planned to leave the city like this, but the carriage drove for a long time and was blocked by a group of people.

The group didn't mean to block the road, they were startled by the wanted notice on the wall.

Mu Fan heard a lot of words such as "the end of the night" and "Master Mu" from a distance, and occasionally interspersed with the word "Mu Fan".

These voices pulled Mu Fan's heart under the carriage, and he finally jumped out of the carriage and looked at the notice on the blue brick wall.

These notices were wanted documents, and as usual, they had portraits of the Mu family, as well as fake portraits of Mu Fan.

Mu Fan took a closer look, the fake Mu Fan on the picture was already fat, the whole big face, the facial features were almost squeezed together, the arm was broken, and the body was bloated and deformed.

This is a sacrifice made by Yan Qing, a person who is powerless to take revenge, in exchange for the support of the Mu family in this way. No one is nobler, everyone needs each other.

Mu Fan found that Xiang Jia's portrait was very chivalrous, with a cloak covering most of his face and a cloak on his body. Only half of the face is exposed, and the expression is serious and unusually mysterious.

A sentence was written under Xiang Jia's portrait: "The crime is extremely evil, the living are not allowed to enter, if you find it and provide useful information, you will be crowned viscount." ”

Mu Fan looked at this opportunity and said secretly: "I'm afraid that Xiang Jia's strength has improved again, otherwise he won't make Xuanmen and the imperial court so jealous." ”

The painting of Grandpa and the housekeeper is still on it, and it is better to be wanted than not wanted. This sentence does not apply to most people, but for the Mu family, it is very suitable.

Not wanted means death, and being wanted at least gives Mu Fan a thought.

Mu Fan sat back in the carriage, and thought in his heart: "In the future, no one will be able to connect the two together, and the weight difference of hundreds of catties has long made the true and false Mu Fan's matter history!" ”

The carriage drove towards the setting sun, riding the embers of the setting sun, and headed for the Pure Yang Temple. On the streets, the shadow of the carriage stretched long, getting longer and longer......

A black and white cat watched the carriage leave, licked the wound on its abdomen, and leaped onto the brick wall.

Some of the children who came with the adults saw the cat and were immediately fascinated by its fat face. The cotton ball does not need to be deliberately cute, lying on the wall and not moving, it has enough lethality for children and ladies.

Adults also think the cotton ball is cute, and they raise their hands to hug the cotton ball.

The hair on the cotton ball immediately stood up, and the tail was tight.

The little doll was frightened by its appearance and cried. The adult hurriedly hugged the little doll, glared at the cotton ball, and said: "I'm so afraid of life, I know that I can't feed it at a glance!" ”

The cotton ball closed his eyes and looked at the sunset lazily, not knowing what to think again......

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Legend has it that Chunyangji Temple was a part of Buddhism thousands of years ago, but then somehow it was separated and became the current Buddhism and Chunyangji Temple.

Although there are many Buddhist classics in Chunyang Temple after separation, its strength is far inferior to that of Buddhism. Thousands of years have passed, and the strength of Chunyang Temple has become weaker and weaker, ranking among the six factions.

As for whether these things are true or not, Mu Fan doesn't know. He had only heard of the legend and had always treated it as a story. If you ask Bingxuan, you may be able to get an accurate answer.

Mu Fan told this story to Xiao Wan, Xiao Wan listened, sighed a few times, and said: "If the legend is true, wouldn't the Buddhist sect together be very powerful." ”

"At least it can be compared to Xuanmen." Mu Fan thought for a moment, "At most, it's a little worse." ”

It is not good to drive a carriage to walk the mountain road, the road of Chunyang Temple is very good, but the slope is slightly steep.

Mu Fan and Xiao Wan got out of the carriage and took a breath of fresh air.

The scenery around Chunyang Temple is not as good as that of the Sword Sect, the Sword Sect has green mountains and green waters, and even the ocean can be seen to the east, and the vastness is not comparable to the Chunyang Temple.

Chunyang Temple has a little more heaviness, although Mu Fan is still at the bottom of the mountain, he can still smell the faint fragrance of burning. It's autumn now, and most of the trees in the mountains have fallen off their branches and leaves.

This scene should have been bleak and sad, but the smell of incense diluted this feeling, and then looking at the scenery here, there was a little more charm that was not in the place.

Anyway, there is plenty of time, Mu Fan and Xiaowan feel that when they come here, they should at least see the style here.

Walking on the mountain road, there are some thrilling places without guardrails, and looking down, there is an abyss, and only a few trees are born against the cliff.

Mu Fan smiled: "I haven't seen the Buddhist temple yet, I smelled the Buddha's incense first." ”

Xiao Wan looked down and said, "The ancestral courtyard of Chunyang Temple is three or four thousand meters high from the foot of the mountain, is it true?" ”

"We've been walking for so long, and we haven't seen the temple yet, so it should be about the same."

"Then you say, why can those people who have never cultivated be able to kneel down in ten steps and climb to the ancestral court on the top of the mountain to worship the Buddha."

Mu Fan spread his hands and said, "It should be pious." ”

Xiao Wan asked again, "What about those who didn't believe in Buddhism before?" ”

Mu Fan pondered for a moment, raised his head and said, "Ask the Buddha, ask the Buddha to manifest." ”

Xiao Wan smiled: "I heard the story of worshipping Buddha, there are very few people who believe in Buddhism, and most of them don't believe in it. ”

Mu Fan rubbed Xiao Wan's hair and said with a smile: "This hasn't reached the ancestral court yet, you have started to learn the monk's set." ”

Xiao Wan lowered her head, "Why are those who don't believe more powerful than they believe?" ”

Mu Fan didn't speak, just smiled. He looked up at the peak deep into the sky, but did not speak after all.

Xiao Wan also looked up at Gao Feng and stopped talking about this topic.

On the mountainside, the cold wind became more and more intense. The cold wind in winter and the mountain peaks make it basically impossible for ordinary people to go down.

Mu Fan finally saw a temple here, this temple was dilapidated, and it didn't have the demeanor of the six factions at all. The temple door was closed, and the paint on the door was badly peeled off.

The two walked to the front of the temple and gently buckled the mountain gate, but there was no response.

Mu Fan shouted, "Is there anyone?" ”

After a long time, there was still no response.

Mu Fan slammed the door a few more times, and several pieces of paint fell from the door that had been in disrepair for many years.

The door opened, and an old monk stood inside.