There were several calls, but no one in the temple answered.

Liu Xiaolou climbed the stairs and slowly came to the door of the main hall, only to find that there was an iron lock hanging on the door, and it seemed that the owner was not there.

Gently push the door, push out a crack in the door, look in through the crack in the door, only to see the statue of the god of the temple standing in the hall, the description is solemn, the eyes are embarrassed.

Liu Xiaolou's eyes met the statue for a while, only to feel a vast sense of immensity, which made him look in a trance, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

This idol is beautifully carved and truly lifelike.

I calmed down, woke up from my trance, and suddenly felt a sense of freshness seeping into my mind.

The mountain wind struck, and the rain silk as thin as a cow's hair swept through Liu Xiaolou, which lifted his spirits, and he didn't know that the freshness just now came from the gaze of the god statue, or this cool mountain rain?

I moved to the east side hall and the west wing, and looked through the crack in the door, and there was no one inside, only vaguely saw the tables, chairs, beds, stoves, dry firewood and other daily necessities.

The moon gate where the side hall and the main hall are connected is the edge of the mountain, a few steps away is the abyss, look out here, the sunset has fallen, the sky is densely covered with thick clouds at some point, and the sky and the earth are dim.

Liu Xiaolou decided to rest here for a few days and wait for the return of his master.

Of course, the iron lock can't stop Liu Xiaolou, don't look at this kind of lock, in fact, you can't help but pry, but this is to ask someone to do something, there is no reason to forcibly open the lock, so I sat under the eaves of the east side hall, ate two pieces of dry food, held a spirit stone in my palm, and began to close my eyes and practice.

The nine major acupoints of the Yin Sutra of the Hand and the Yin, Tianchi and Tianquan have been opened, a total of five spirit stones have been consumed, and now he has fifteen spirit stones, and the remaining seven acupoints such as Quchi, Xuanmen, Jian Envoy, Neiguan, Daling, Lao Gong, and Zhongchong do not know how many acupoints they can get through, and he is looking forward to this.

A trace of spiritual power is transformed into true yuan in the body, and after passing through the Yuan Chi of Tianchi and Tianquan two acupoints, it swells all the way to Quchi, and knocks on the acupoints of Quchi, like waves, rushing out of waves at the acupoints, and the acupuncture points at the elbow bend are constantly agitating with the impact of the true yuan, which can be detected by the naked eye.

This is a long-term water mill, which can be achieved overnight, Liu Xiaolou has been practicing for ten years, and he has long been used to it.

After a night of silence, early the next morning, he woke up from his practice, moved his slightly stiff body, and went to the side of the mountain to look in all directions.

The heavens and the earth were shrouded in clouds and mist, a little gloomy, and as yesterday, the mountain wind mixed with the rain soaked, leaching a little cold on the skin.

After turning around along the side of the hill the size of an acre, there was no sign of the master coming back, Liu Xiaolou was not in a hurry, ate some dry food, drank a few sips of water in the big vat in the corner, and continued to impact the Quchi acupoint.

After several days like this, the master never returned, but Liu Xiaolou gradually liked it, with clouds and mist and no one to disturb him, wouldn't it be an excellent place to cultivate?

When he had eaten all the dry food on his body, he went down to the valley to hunt, fearing that his master would not like it, so he simply ate the hares, pheasants, fish and crabs, and then went back.

By the middle of the night on the fourteenth day, the spirit stone in his palm could no longer absorb half of the spiritual power, and with a little effort, it turned into dust and debris. A spirit stone was exhausted, and the Quchi acupoint did not shake in the slightest, Liu Xiaolou judged that this acupuncture point was afraid that it would take three spirit stones to break away.

Loosening his legs and feet, leaning against the root of the house and lying down, Liu Xiaolou stretched his waist and slept to his heart's content.

Meditation and cultivation can certainly refresh the mind, but the spirit cannot always be tense, and after a long time, it is still quite tired, and for qi refiners, it is still not a complete substitute for falling asleep. I haven't slept well for half a month, and this sleep is extremely sweet.

Liu Xiaolou woke up in the snow, this is the first snow after the beginning of winter this year, the snowflakes are scattered, the mountains are faint, and there seems to be only one person left in the world.

When I was about to start cultivating, I suddenly heard a cough from outside the gate.

Liu Xiaolou hurriedly tidied up his clothes, bowed down and stood solemnly, ready to greet his master.

After waiting for a long time, there was no one to see, so when I came to Guanwai, there was still no figure, only the rugged mountain road twisted and turned, hidden in the heavy snow.

I did hear a cough just now, Liu Xiaolou confirmed that it was not a hallucination, so he went down the mountain path, and when he bypassed a mountain pass, he saw a person lying on the stone steps, half buried by the flying snow.

I sniffed out, checked my pulse, and was still alive. So Liu Xiaolou turned him over, lifted him with one hand, and drove him back to Xingdeguan.

Put the man under the eaves and dust off the snow from his body, revealing his form. This person is longer, at least half a head longer than Liu Xiaolou, about forty or fifty years old, with three strands of beautiful hair under his cheeks, he looks dignified, although he is gray at the moment, he does not hide his graceful meaning.

Looking at the pulse again, it can be seen that the person has suffered internal injuries, which seem to be between the heart and lungs.

Who is this?

Liu Xiaolou reached into his arms and felt out a bunch of bits and pieces, wanting to see if he could find an object to confirm the person's identity, or if there was a healing elixir, but there were only a few gold ingots, a handful of broken beads, two pieces of jasper, and two spirit stones.

Hey? These two pieces of jasper are similar to the jade plate on his body, and they both exude a strong aura.

Liu Xiaolou's eyes flickered, and he glanced between the two pieces of jasper and the two spirit stones. Well, there are ten taels of gold ingots, and there are also broken beads, all of which are big and round, and they are not comparable to ordinary pearls.

I looked at the way down the mountain, and the snowstorm...... Do you want......

Just thinking about it, the beautiful bearded man coughed again, and there were bloodshots in the cough, because he coughed too violently, he coughed up from the coma, his eyes were half-open, and he grabbed Liu Xiaolou's arm.

Liu Xiaolou was startled, and with a slight struggle, he broke free, but he heard him muttering a few words, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

Then he raised his other arm, pointed to the eaves above, and then drooped down weakly, and fell back into a coma.

Liu Xiaolou toes, jumped up, and found a key at the beam under the eaves he pointed.

Try to poke the key into the lock hole, and with a slight turn, the iron lock "clicks" open.

Okay, now I understand, this beautiful bearded man should be the master here, but I don't know how many people there are in this Xingde view, is this beautiful bearded man a star and a dejun?

Push the door and enter, this side hall also has three rooms, the main room is the octagonal table seen from the crack in the door before, the left and right chairs, and the table next to the wall, the left wing room is a large bed, and the wall side of the right wing room is a shelf, and various utensils are stacked on the shelves.

Liu Xiaolou dispelled other thoughts, sent the bearded man into the bedroom, tore off the dirty robe he was wearing outside, lay on the bed, and found a thick blanket in the cupboard to cover it, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

After thinking about it, he cleaned up the pile of bits and pieces outside the door and put them next to his pillow.

Master Dao, I'm here to refine the array plate, not a thief, and spare your life.

So next...... How should it be?