"Master, you are aging so simply, but don't leave the task of revitalizing the Taoist temple to me. ”

Yi Fan stood in front of the old Taoist priest's grave, sighed, picked up the remaining half bottle of old wine, carefully sprinkled a little out, and then quickly closed it.

You can't blame him for being stingy, it's really the entire Taoist temple, the poor only have two Taoist priests, an old man and a young one, and eating is a problem, this bottle of wine is still left by a group of scholars last year, and he has not been willing to drink it.

Who knows, this stay is the separation of yin and yang, the old Taoist priest didn't think of any blessings before his death, and he could only take away this half bottle of wine when he died.

On the way back, it rained lightly, along the muddy path, not far in front of a wooden plaque, writing the mountain behind Lanruo Temple, Yi Fan looked at the distance with a complicated expression, between the intersection of trees, a vast temple loomed.

The mountain is not high, but the temple is the Lanruo Temple of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, where the incense is prosperous, there are thousands of monks, and countless pilgrims come from all over the country every day to worship.

After coming to this world for two or three years, he still couldn't understand which world he was in, although many regions were the same as in his previous life, but they were not any dynasty he knew.

The only thing that made him familiar with it was the Lanruo Temple that was known to the world in the film and television of his previous life.

At this time, Lanruo Temple was not occupied by demons, but was extremely prosperous, and there were countless monks, no matter how bold the demons and ghosts did not dare to offend.

"It's a pity I'm not a monk......"

Yi Fan touched his hair, and was glad that he was not a monk, as far as he knew, the monks of this era, after receiving the precepts, did not touch the wine and meat, and did not touch the women, it was really bitter.

Walking along the path, turning a corner is another fork, and the weeds can barely recognize it as a path, and at the end is the Taoist temple where Yi Fan is.

The Buddhist temple in front of the mountain, the Taoist temple behind the mountain, anyone who looks at it is incredible, and there is no way to investigate who first occupied the territory, anyway, for so many years, there is nothing to do.

The Taoist temple is very broken, the door hangs high 'Yitianguan' wooden sign, there are three or four rooms in it, one of which is the shrine, enshrined the ancestor of the three Qing Daoists, and the other few are the rooms of him and the old Taoist, now the old Taoist priest is dead, it is even more deserted.

"Relying on the view of the sky, it seems that you can really only resign yourself to fate, you three can do it yourself, Dao Ye, I went down the mountain to find a way to survive. ”

Yi Fan packed his luggage and prepared to go down the mountain overnight, but he couldn't stay, and there were only a few rotten cabbages and a few cups of old rice left in the entire Taoist temple.

In the past, when the old Taoist priest was there, relying on that old face, he could still go down the mountain to turn his fate, get some food and come back, and he could barely survive, although it was also two meals a day, clear soup and light porridge, but at least he couldn't starve to death.

Now, without the old Taoist priest's Dao Feng fairy bones, he really can't bluff the village women under the mountain, so he has no choice but to go down the mountain.

As for the revitalization of the Taoist temple, let's talk about it when he can eat enough.

After worshipping Sanqing, he closed the door casually, and finally took a look at the dilapidated Taoist temple, although he only stayed here for two or three years, it was his only home in this world.

Yi Fan sighed, put down his burden, tidied up his robe, knelt in front of the Taoist temple, kowtowed a few times, and felt sad in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and a lightning bolt fell, just hitting the door plate of the Taoist temple, and Yi Fan only had time to raise his head before he was hit by the falling door number.

......

Hearing someone calling himself, his body swayed, Yi Fan opened his eyes suddenly, only to see a guy with fish bubble eyes squatting in front of him.

"Damn, are you a ghost?"

Yu Baoyan rolled his eyes, stood up and shook the fan in his hand: "Have you ever seen such a handsome ghost?"

“......”

Well, the ghost is not so shameless, which means that I am not dead, Yi Fan only remembers that he was hit by the door number, and then he lost consciousness.

"Hey, little Taoist, where's the old Taoist?"

Seeing that Yi Fan didn't speak, Yu Bao closed the fan impatiently.

Yi Fan saw the person who came, the famous prodigal son in Guobei County, a veteran in the flowers, immediately thought of what this guy was doing, looked behind him, and sure enough, a charming woman stood there, seeing that Yi Fan did not seem to be shy, but looked at each other directly.

"Don't look at it, open the door quickly, I can't hold it back, I can't hold it back, you want to like it when I'm done, you can come on." ”

Yu Bao was anxious, opened the fan and fanned it violently.

Yi Fan smiled bitterly, thought about it and opened the door, and Yu Baoyan immediately rushed into one of the rooms with the gorgeous woman, and a gentle and high-pitched scream sounded after a while.

"It seems that God doesn't want me to go down the mountain like this. ”

Yu Paoyan is a frequent visitor here, the family is strictly controlled, and he can't spend time in the city, so he took the excuse of coming to Lanruo Temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha, but in fact, he brought a woman to the Taoist temple to mingle.

The old Taoist priest is not a pedantic person, in order to make more money, he turns a blind eye and tacitly trades.

Although the old Taoist priest went, he still had to survive, didn't he? The Sanqing Taoist Ancestor was above, and I didn't see or hear anything.

Yi Fan calmed down his good mood, walked into the divine hall and sat in front of the Sanqing Dao Ancestor, closed his eyes and concentrated, and then a stream of data appeared in his mind.

When he woke up, he found that he had this thing in his head, like the usual system in games in his previous life, but it was very simple, just a few elements.

"Daomen Shangxian System"

"Host: Yi Fan"

"Divine Power: Little Evil Talisman (Not Flowing)"

"Realm: Pure Heart Sutra (No Entry)"

"Refining: None yet"

"System language: The host is so weak that I am not in the mood to encourage it. ”

Yi Fan: "......"

Just as Yi Fan was pondering, the door outside opened, and Yu Baoyan walked out comfortably, found a futon and sat down, squinting at Yi Fan.

Sure enough, as fast as ever, Yi Fan complained in his heart.

"Little Taoist, where is the old Taoist?"

"Dead, just in the ground, in the back mountain, still fresh, you bring a pot of new wine to worship, he must be happy. ”

Yu Pao was stunned for a moment, was silent, took out a silver ingot from his purse, about three taels, and threw it to Yi Fan and said: "The old Taoist is good, buy more incense paper candles, lick a few paper men and maids, don't let him suffer below." ”

Yi Fan was surprised, three taels of silver is a lot, enough for an ordinary family for two months, this is not like the style of fish bubble eyes.

"Your conscience has found, thank you. ”

The sleepy man sends a pillow, and he is worried that he has no money to eat.

Yu Baoyan snorted coldly: "Originally, I was going to ask the old Taoist priest for a favor this time, but since he died, forget it." ”

After finishing speaking, he was about to get up and leave, and the gorgeous woman over there also packed up and was snuggling at the door, and she didn't come in.

"Don't rush to leave, let's talk about something, maybe I can help. ”

Yu Baoyan hesitated: "My old cousin seems to be haunted by a female ghost, this matter is not easy to publicize, among the Taoist monks I know, you and the old Taoist priest are more strict-mouthed." ”

After a pause, he glanced at Yi Fan: "If you can handle it, then follow me now, so as not to have too many dreams at night." ”

Yi Fan was shocked, he knew that there were mountain foxes and wild ghosts in this world, and in the secret room of his Taoist temple, he suppressed a powerful ghost, but he had never seen it, let alone dealt with this kind of thing personally.

pondered, gritted his teeth: "You can try, but there is no guarantee of success, if there is danger, I will evacuate at any time." ”

"Okay, I'll give you five taels of silver after the deed is done, and if you don't succeed, you won't get a penny. ”

"No, I have ten taels of silver. ”

"Yes, but your secrecy. ”

Yi Fan regretted it, it seems that he is going to be less, he should have more.