Guan Ying took the tram home.

It's early morning commute time, and people in a hurry are crowded not only on the trams, but also on every street in the bustling streets of Gun Harbor.

Guan Ying had never seen so many people, which made him feel a little dizzy.

I can't tell you what it feels like.

It seems that the word "red dust" that Master has been hanging on his lips for many years suddenly became concrete.

Guanying grew up in Qingyun Temple since he was a child, and although the road down the mountain was not far, he grew to the age of seventeen, and this was the third time he went down the mountain.

When Guanying was still young when he first came down the mountain, the master said that Guanying had an epidemic, and this was to take him down the mountain to see a doctor.

The second time he went down the mountain was after the master's accident, Youzhen explored the mountain and asked the two brothers to identify the corpse and interrogate.

The third time is this time, although the purpose of going down the mountain is to take revenge, which is not a good thing, but I didn't expect to know Lu Jushi, a living immortal, who is not only gifted, but also able to pinch and calculate, and arrange everything clearly, which is really a kind of luck.

In the past, Guanying felt that in this life, he either spent his whole life catching demons and eliminating demons like his master, and was busy all his life, or he meditated and chanted all day long like his senior brother, and ended up with a lot of leisure, but now it seems that there are third and fourth types...... There are many, many ways to live.

It is true that there are demons, temptations, and tigers under the mountain, as Master said, but there are also scenery that can never be seen on the mountain, magical encounters that can never be imagined, not to mention that there are friends under the mountain.

Some people who can share the rice balls they bring with them.

Friend.

Guan Ying repeated the word in the back seat of the tram countless times, until the fierce-looking driver turned his head and shouted, "Hey, hey, hey, the final stop Qingyaling has arrived!" Passengers, please get off the bus!"

All passengers, referring to Guan Ying alone.

Guanying got out of the car, patted the dust on his body, and looked up at the mountain in front of him, there was a golden temple.

"Hey, friend."

This time, Guanying did not sigh or complain, although his stomach was empty, he immediately began to climb the mountain.

An hour later, Guan Ying arrived at the main entrance of the temple, which was closed and had four gilded characters written on it.

"Phew, it's obvious that I came here first, but in the end, I even changed the name of the mountain."

Guan Ying took a sip and continued to move towards the mountain.

It turns out that the temple where this incense is extremely vigorous at first glance is not the "Qingyun Temple", but the Buddhist Zen Temple.

Qingya Monastery, although the establishment time is less than 100 years, but it is already a famous local incense resort, every fifteenth day of the new year, the convoy of incense towards the mountain has been lined up to the foot of the mountain, at night, the lights are lit up like a long dragon.

In contrast, Qingyunguan is not only lonely, it is simply a place that has been completely forgotten.

Even if it was founded in the Mengyuan period, it has been passed down for forty generations.

But in the end, it is hard work to kill demons, and compared to praying for blessings and vows, it has long been unsuitable for the current era.

Guanying, who was hungry, walked for more than an hour before coming to Qingyunguan and returning to his home.

I heard the master say that Qingyunguan also had a prosperous time, but it was all troubled times, and the people under the mountain had no way, some people went up the mountain to avoid disasters, some people came to ask for immortals, and some people came to find an antidote.

At most, there are eight large halls and 60 fasting rooms in the temple, and thousands of disciples practice here.

Guan Ying has always believed what his master said, although there are not a few dilapidated Taoist houses left in front of him, Guan Ying can often feel the existence of those masters and ancestors, and their amazing aura remains.

Master, ancestors, Guanying is back.

Guan Ying solemnly bowed on the long stone steps, began to walk up, pushed open the triple door, passed through the Sanqing Hall, and came directly to the quiet room in the backyard.

At this time, the senior brother should chant here.

Sure enough, Guanying's senior brother Jianying faced the wall at this time, reciting "Huang Ting" in his mouth, and he had already settled down.

Guan Ying stood aside, waited for a while, and didn't dare to make a sound, but she was so hungry that she couldn't make a sound

I promised, and my stomach kept growling.

Jianying didn't open his eyes, nor did he look back, he just smiled, "There is some food in the kitchen, junior brother will go to eat first, and then talk."

Guanying was like a wild boar in the mountains, he ran away, went to the kitchen to eat a bowl of rice, and then returned to the quiet room.

Jianying had already turned around at this time, sat cross-legged on the couch, and watched Guanying come in expectantly.

Jianying's face is white and beardless, his eyes are drooping, and he looks very amiable, but for some reason, his hair has become snow-white since he was thirty years old, so he is obviously only in his forties, but he looks like an old man, but he has a bit of fairy wind and bones.

"Guanying, what kind of demon did you descend from the mountain this time?" Waiting for Guan Ying to sit in the position where he usually meditates, Jian Ying asked.

"No...... Nope."

"Did you make some money?"

"No...... No, I just handed over a few...... A few friends."

"Friends? Then you go ahead and hand it in, what are you going to do when you come back?"

Faced with Guan Ying's increasingly weak answer, Jian Ying gradually put away his smile.

"I ......" Guan Ying was still thinking about how to talk about it.

Jianying let out a long sigh, "Senior brother, didn't you say yes? You are responsible for going down the mountain to make money, and I am responsible for guarding the mountain gate, so I can't hide it, the little money that the master left behind is enough to maintain the mountain gate for my brother for a year and a half, and I can't support you anymore."

"I know, senior brother, I'm not coming back for dinner, I'm ......" Guanying suddenly remembered that before leaving, Lu Jushi had a lot of money in his backpack, and hurriedly changed his words, "I...... I did take on a big job, that is, my friend, that friend is haunted by bewitchment, and he is extremely generous, it's just me, ......it's just me, it's just me."

"Just what? With your skills, is there anything that can't be lowered?" Jianying's face quickly turned cloudy and cleared, and he said with a smile.

"It's just that I need to borrow a few things from the meditation before I can go back and continue to subdue the demon." Guan Ying decided to use a roundabout way to tell the real demands.

Jianying's face was immediately covered with a dark cloud, "Oh, what is it?"

Guan Ying's heart was crossed, "Can I ...... Do you want to see Master's relics?"

"Senior brother, can I ask how much this layman can produce...... Right?" Jianying didn't say it explicitly, just made a gesture for money.

"I don't know, maybe that's it, right?" Guanying also has two fingers, and the strokes are so thick.

Jianying smiled, jumped up like a wild boar in the mountains, took out the key from his arms, and took Guanying to the master's bedroom.

"Well, except for the demon slaying weapons you have taken away, the rest of the master's things are in it, you can see for yourself."

Guan Ying pushed open the door and entered the room that he was very familiar with, and found that it was already full of dust, and even spiders began to form webs, remembering that the master was no longer in this world, Guan Ying cried out loudly.