Wang Chong was also very surprised, it was rare for him to be so intimate, he continued to walk not far according to his words, and sure enough, he saw a desolate and uninhabited ruined temple.

I don't know when this ruined temple was built, only one main hall is still intact, and all the other buildings have collapsed, at least for decades there have been no monks to worship.

Wang Chong didn't bother to clean it, but with a flick of his sleeve robe, he cleared the dust from a place in front of the Buddha statue, and sat on the ground, intending to practice the seventy-two alchemy technique until dawn.

He had been meditating for two or three hours, and it was already the middle of the moon, when he suddenly heard a noisy voice outside the temple.

Wang Chong still flicked his robe, and a pure yang internal force stirred, setting fire to a broken offering table in the main hall.

He was very satisfied with his efforts.

Wang Chong has now practiced the eight veins and twelve canons of the Qi Sutra many times, replaced the internal force and heart method, and every time he penetrates the meridians, it does not take much time.

Although it is not possible to change the mind at the moment, it is no longer a problem to convert the true qi of one or two meridians between breaths.

Fang Cai Wang Chong transformed one or two percent of his strength, for Yuanyang's true qi, and with the fierceness of Yuanyang's true qi, he lit the offering table.

After lighting the offering table, Wang Chong's true qi was transformed, and then reincarnated into seventy-two refining true qi, and the whole process was like flowing clouds and water, doing whatever he wanted.

A fire suddenly lit up in the main hall, and the noisy voices outside were suddenly silent.

After a while, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes, round and chubby, quite amiable, walked in.

He wore a sword at his waist and carried a lantern in his hand, and when he saw Wang Chong, he breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and asked kindly: "In Xia'an, I passed by with my family, and I missed the place to stay, I don't know if I can borrow it for a night?"

Wang Chong bowed his head slightly and said, "I'm just passing by, Mr. can do his own thing, don't worry about me." ”

An Xunyou's steps are steady, and his martial arts are good, but he can also see at a glance that if he doesn't know how to use spells, Wang Chong naturally won't care, and it's convenient for people.

An Xunyou walked out with a lantern, and after a while, he walked in with a beautiful young woman, and the young woman also brought two children, one was seven or eight years old, a cute little girl with Yuxue, and the other was four or five years old, a simple and lovely boy.

The two of them were also accompanied by seven or eight healthy servants and an old family member, the old family entered the broken temple, frowned slightly, and whispered a few words, and several healthy servants immediately started to work, and with half a pillar of incense, the broken temple was cleaned up a lot.

Although it is not yet complete, it has a new look, but at least there is no floating dust.

The old family spread out a thick blanket and invited the lady and the two little masters to sit down and rest, An Xunyou invited with a smile: "The little boy also sits together!"

The old family frowned slightly, obviously they didn't want Wang Chong to sit together, Wang Chong was in a hurry, and his body was not clean, but he obviously adhered to the rules of his subordinates, and he didn't say much in front of his master.

Wang Chong laughed and said, "No, no, no, I see that Brother An is lofty, his steps are steady, and he dares to take his family to hurry at night, but he doesn't have the breath of a man in the rivers and lakes, isn't he a military attache of the imperial court?"

An Xunyou's face was slightly embarrassed, but the old family rushed to say: "Our son-in-law doesn't know martial arts, and we are not eunuchs, but the son-in-law admits his mistake." ”

An Xunyou's wife also secretly pulled his shirt, and the rather amiable middle-aged man smiled awkwardly, which was regarded as acquiescing to the old family's statement.

Wang Chong didn't say much, since the other party refused to admit it, he didn't have any troubled thoughts.

There is a bloody atmosphere in this group, it should have just been a fight, especially on An Xunyou and his wife, there is quite dust, don't look at An Xunyou's wife is cowardly, very beautiful, but martial arts should still be above the husband.

Wang Chong traveled alone this time, only bringing a small jade gourd, which contained the Star Dou Liyan Sword given by Master Ling Suer, and nothing else.

Thinking about it, as long as he rushed to Yangzhou City, he could get back the two dark snakes, the Yuanyang Sword, the Taihao Ring, and all other things, and there were other things around him, which were also redundant.

Wang Chong didn't even have a salute on his body, and he didn't have a package, An Xun's right temperament was sloppy, and he didn't see anything strange, but his old family and his wife had long seen that Wang Chong's behavior was peculiar, and their family was eventful, and they didn't dare to be contaminated with such "strange people".

An Xunyou is quite talkative, with a ride or not, chatting with Wang Chong.

Wang Chong does not refuse people to be thousands of miles away, he is knowledgeable, and he is a fairy family, he has a wide range of knowledge, all kinds of anecdotal things, can say a few words, that is, poetry and articles, but also has a splendid belly, and chatting with An Xunyou is quite a deed.

This middle-aged man, who was quite kind, suddenly asked, "Tang Gongzi......! Are there really immortals in this world?"

Wang Chong couldn't help but be stunned, and asked, "Why did Brother An ask this?"

An Xunyou said with a little grievance: "If there are really immortals in the world and have the magic power of the heavens, why don't you help the people of the world? All living beings are suffering, even ordinary people like me know that the gods have magic power, where will they not know? Where can they not see it? Why do you just sit back and watch all kinds of evil in the world, but there is no trace?"

Wang Chong knew that ordinary people rarely saw cultivators, and cultivators either avoided ordinary people and lived in seclusion in famous mountains and rivers and overseas islands, or they mixed with the rolling red dust and the light and dust, so as not to let the ordinary people see the clues.

But since he was born and can remember, he has been in Tianxinguan, so he has not experienced the worldly life.

Although Tianxinguan is a sect of the last stream, it is also a cultivation portal after all, Wang Chong wants to contact the cultivators of the good and evil sects, which is far easier than Yanbei people, Shang Wenli and other martial arts masters, and it is far beyond ordinary people, so he really has no idea of such ordinary people.

Wang Chong was stunned for a long time before he said: "I'm not an immortal, how can I know what an immortal thinks, but ...... In their eyes, we are like ants, too lowly, so we don't care. ”

This is not Wang Chong's idea, but the orthodox concept of the Demon Gate.

The people of the Demon Gate only want to seek a Heavenly Demon Fruit Position, boundless mana, all the goals are directed at cultivation, where can they care about the birth, old age, sickness and death of ordinary people, sickness and old age?

Even if Wang Chong himself thinks about it, what he has never forgotten is how to steal the superior exercises of other sects, get rid of the Tianxin concept from which he was born, and cultivate Tiangang Dayan.

Wang Chong is a pragmatic person, he was born in Tianxin, even if it is not easy to break through Tiangang, the achievement of Dayan is comparable to the ancestor, and I really haven't thought about what will happen after Dayan.

An Xunyou smiled and said, "Also, I just think too much, which makes Brother Tang laugh." ”

Wang Chong also smiled and replied, "I also want to know what those immortals think, but they don't think so deeply about Brother An." ”