Xu Huan, who solved the doubts in his heart, was addicted to meditation all day long and couldn't extricate himself, except for the three meals and sleep needed to survive every day, the rest of the time was spent on perceiving the aura of heaven and earth, but there was still not much progress.

However, Xu Huan naturally knew that it was undoubtedly a fool's dream to step into the path of spiritual cultivation in two days, and of course he didn't expect himself to be a genius who he had never met in a hundred years, as long as he could succeed in becoming a spiritual cultivator, he would feel extremely satisfied.

In line with the idea that the other party is not in a hurry, then we are not in a hurry, and a few tired people rested in the inn for two days, and today they walked out of the dilapidated inn with satisfaction, and bumped into Wang Fugui, who was waiting in front of the inn every morning, but returned in a huff.

Seeing Xu Huan and the others, Wang Fugui was so excited that he almost burst into tears, thinking that these uncles had finally come out.

In the past two days, Wang Fugui did not dare to slack off, and waited at the door of the inn every morning, but on the first day, Wang Qian was tied up with a sentence of "I think about whether to set off", and obediently waited for news at the door until the afternoon, if it wasn't for Li Xuankong to drive him back, I was afraid that Wang Fugui would sleep on the street at night.

As soon as he came the next day, he was used by Wang Qian as an errand, running up and down everywhere, tired and tired and tired and uncompensated, if it weren't for Xu Huan throwing something for him to eat at will, Wang Fugui didn't even have the strength to go home at night and sigh, and regretted pretending to be a disciple of Qingyang Sect that day. Before this Qingyang Sect came to the door, it was first cleaned up by other spiritual cultivators, thinking that in the future, he must reform himself, learn a craft and become a new person, especially never have anything to do with spirituality.

Wang Fugui greeted him with a smile and asked, "How many uncles can Yaxing go to that ancient temple today?" ”

Unknowingly, the address to several people has become uncle.

Wang Qian kicked him and said dissatisfiedly: "Can you speak?" To see the corpse called Yaxing? Stop talking nonsense, show me the way. ”

Wang Fugui has been tossed into a fool by Wang Qian in the past few days, and he didn't dare to complain, so he hurriedly walked in front to lead the way.

Xu Huan had a saying in his heart that the wicked have their own wicked grinding, Wang Qian's bad character is really suitable to toss people, but now the spiritual base is damaged, otherwise with the realm of his ventilation realm, he may be able to play something more frightening.

However, Wang Fugui is not a complete evil person, he can only be said to be a helpless and poor person who is forced by life, if he is really as he himself said, he is so poor that he can't eat, and it is understandable for Xu Huan to do such a broken jar, of course, it is limited to understanding, if he is also a spiritual cultivator, he will also go over and beat him.

What's more, this guy cheats money, even if he cheats money, he is so greedy that he still wants to bully a pure girl?

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The steep and continuous Biyun Mountain Range spread to Fengyang Town before stopping, and then turned a mischievous turn in front of Fengyang Town, which happened to become a natural barrier between Fengyang Town and Qingsong City.

Perhaps located at the end of the mountain range, this part of the mountain is not as high and dangerous as Yunyan Town, but relatively gentle, and the mountaineering is naturally not difficult, Wang Fugui, who is familiar with this place, took a shortcut under the urging of Wang Qian, and there was nothing to do along the way, and he successfully reached the mountainside at noon.

"The ancient temple is here." Wang Fugui led a few people to a building and said.

The ancient temple, which had fallen into disrepair for a long time, was mostly made up of cracked and peeling bricks and crumbling mud, and the wooden doors were scarred by the wind, and there were bursts of painful wails in the cold wind.

The weeds and plants next to the ancient temple sucked nutrients and grew wildly, moss covered the bricks and tiles one by one, and the ground brocade was also not to be outdone crawling all over its old body. The vibrant vegetation collides with the desolate and uninhabited temples.

Perhaps this ancient temple once had a glorious past that was worshipped by local residents, but all this has been washed away by the long river of time, leaving only today's dilapidation.

Xu Huan looked at this ancient temple that had been eroded by time in a daze, and was silent.

"What are you doing?" Wang Qian put his arm against Xu Huan, "Hurry up." ”

Wang Fugui had already taken Li Xuankong towards the back of the ancient temple, Xu Huan looked at Wang Qian, who was still wrapped around him, and said, "Why don't you go first?" ”

"What words? What are these words? Wang Qian snorted coldly.

On the way, Wang Fugui returned home at the request of the shovel and the clothes taken from the disciple's body, and when he came to the ancient temple, he could not find the specific location, so he had to try his best to recall the general location and dig it up with the shovel.

The three of them stood in the back like a play and began to solve the dry food they had brought.

Li Xuankong saw Xu Huan's stunned face before, and asked, "Brother Xu, you seem to be quite emotional. ”

After Xu Huan carefully chewed and swallowed the food in his mouth, he said: "It's just that there is some sadness about the changes of time, which makes Brother Li smile." ”

Li Xuankong looked at the ancient temple and said: "Long years, a thousand years are like a moment, the glory and disgrace of the world, the glory and decline are destined to turn into dust, how many sectarian dynasties have quietly risen but disappeared in the past thousand years, even if the Holy Ancestor is so detached from the world, the characters who shook the past and the present will inevitably leave only legends, Brother Xu doesn't have to care too much." ”

Xu Huan smiled and said, "What Brother Li said is reasonable. ”

Hearing Li Xuankong mention the Holy Ancestor, Xu Huan paused for a moment and asked curiously: "Brother Li, I just heard you mention the Holy Ancestor, in your eyes, what kind of person is the Holy Ancestor?" ”

Naturally, you will not refer to Li Xuankong alone, nor will you only refer to the people of Chunquan Mountain, but the entire spiritual group.

Hearing Xu Huan's question, Li Xuankong's expression became serious, with a faint sense of solemnity, and said, "Holy Ancestor, is a saint. ”

Xu Huan thought to himself what kind of nonsense this was, since the Holy Ancestor was called the Holy Ancestor, he was naturally a saint, and asked again: "What is a saint?" ”

"A saint is a saint."

Xu Huan thought to himself what this was saying, although Li Xuankong's face was serious, Xu Huan still couldn't help but say, "Brother Li, you seem to be talking nonsense." ”

"No, Brother Xu, this is not nonsense." Li Xuankong shook his head and said, "This is what the master told me. ”

A look of reminiscence appeared on Li Xuankong's face, and he said, "Master used to chant a lot when I was young, telling me that the Holy Ancestor was a character who was not bound by any description in the world. The Holy Ancestor is the Holy Ancestor, and the Holy Ancestor is the Holy Ancestor. ”

Xu Huan suddenly felt that the biggest gap between himself and spiritual cultivation was that he couldn't say such unfathomable words that sounded like nonsense.

Just as the two were discussing, Wang Fugui, who was covered in mud and dust, threw down his shovel, trotted in front of Li Xuankong, and panted: "Immortal...... Immortal Master, dig ....... Dig it out. ”

When the three of them heard Wang Fugui's words, they hurriedly approached the pit dug by Wang Fugui.

Xu Huan threw the excess dry food to Wang Fugui, these were not sold or eaten endlessly, they were originally prepared for Wang Fugui, lest this guy finish digging the ground at noon today, and he would be so hungry that he had no strength in the afternoon, so he rolled down the mountain directly.

Li Xuankong walked to the pit, made a small salute, and secretly said that he was offended, and then looked down.

The pit was not deep, and there was a young man who had his shirt and bottoms stripped of him.

Seeing this person, Xu Huan's pupils shrank slightly.