Between heaven and earth, wind and rain meet, and on the muddy yellow sand path, a purple figure slowly appears from the end of the road, towards the broken temple, riding the wind and rain.

In the eyes of everyone, the gray and white hair was tied up with a simple hosta, dressed in a dark purple robe, carrying a crimson peachwood sword, a white-bearded old man, and a withered yellow wine gourd hanging from his waist, step by step towards the broken temple, not moving like a mountain, like an ancient tree on the top of the mountain.

The heavy rain continues, the raindrops do not enter within three feet of the old road, the fairy wind bone, floating out of the dust, such as the spring stream in the mountains, such as the white snow in the spring of the sun, no dust and scale, one step and ten zhang, shrinking the ground into inches.

Soon, a Taoist figure like an old fairy appeared in front of the half of the temple door that was obliquely covered by the broken temple, and the wide purple cuffs flicked lightly, striding into the broken temple, which was really a dashing figure like a fairy.

Sigh!

The horses were restless and neighing, and the noisy sound of horses' hooves stomping on the ground sounded piercingly in the quiet ruined temple, and Yan Zhen and his party stared at the uninvited guest with burning eyes.

Looking at the people who were full of vigilance, smiling slightly, the old Taoist's kind and kind eyes fell on Yan Zhen and took a deep look, then turned his head and glanced at the little beggar, shook his head slightly, stroked his beard, and said indifferently: "Sure enough, it is fate, it has not passed a catastrophe, and it has entered another catastrophe!"

The loud word robbery fell like a bell in the cold air, and the delicate undulating body under the cloak of the 'little aunt' suddenly shook, and the beautiful eyes flashed with brilliance, and passed the four Tsing Yi attendants who were blocking in front of him, and shook his fist towards the old Tao, and said respectfully: "I don't know what the predecessor said about this?" The slightly trembling palm exposed the shock in her heart, and she naturally heard the meaning of the old Taoist.

Lao Dao shook his cuffs, waved his hand, did not reply, the old palm withdrew into the wide robe, and set his eyes on the little beggar's body, the vicissitudes of life as deep as the stars seemed to look at the little beggar at a glance, and saw it clearly.

The little beggar took a few steps back in a panic, and one of them staggered down in the muddy puddle on the ground, and the muddy water splashed everywhere, and a drop of muddy water fell on the gray beard of the old man.

The little beggar struggled to get up from the muddy water, jumped behind Yan Zhen, pulled Yan Zhen's white robe with his little muddy hand, grabbed a mud stain on the snow-white robe, and showed half of his head to look at the purple-robed old man.

The purple-robed old man smiled and wiped the muddy water from his gray beard, stared at the little beggar, and without saying a word, the purple robe was blown by the wind.

Yan Zhen noticed the white robe covered with mud, pouted his ruddy little mouth, stretched out his white and clean palm and patted the little beggar's messy head twice, and reached out to block the little beggar behind him with both hands, even he didn't know why he wanted to stand in front of the little beggar, but he did just that.

The four Tsing Yi people on the side were tormented like ants on a hot pot, their eyes were rolling in their sockets, and their eyes were full of horror, it was really not that they didn't want to move, but they really couldn't move, and they could figure out with their toes that it was the hands and feet of this advanced old Taoist.

"I don't know what the seniors are going to do?" beside the two children, the beautiful woman in a cloak frowned slightly, her eyes were uncertain, and her red lips were lightly opened, she really couldn't see through what this old way was going to do.

A terrifying huge coercion like Tianwei instantly enveloped the entire broken temple, and the figure of Lao Dao appeared behind the little beggar like a ghost, and smiled slightly, "I missed it today, but there will be no next time", the voice fell, Lao Dao picked up the little beggar, rose from the ground, and disappeared into the broken temple.

As the purple-robed old Taoist and the little beggar disappeared into the broken temple, the terrifying coercion that enveloped the entire broken temple disappeared in an instant, and the four Tsing Yi entourages and the Tsing Yi woman all let out a long breath, and their tense bodies relaxed.

Yan Zhen's gaze looked through the hole in the roof of the temple, and he was dazed......

In the small town of Qinglin, the heavy rain was pouring, and the water of the Qinglin stream rose out, until the roots of the willow trees in the willow forest by the stream were submerged, and the ground paved with bluestone slabs on the street was 'popping' with blisters.

At this time, the most luxurious place in the town, the only three-story restaurant, came with two uninvited guests.

The first to step into the restaurant was an unkempt, ragged little beggar, the soles of his feet slowly fell to the patterned marble slab of the restaurant, fell halfway and retracted the soles of his feet, took off the straw sandals on his right foot, hesitated for a while, threw them into the water outside the restaurant, and looked reluctant to watch the straw shoes being washed away along the bluestone slab.

It wasn't until he couldn't see the shadow of the straw sandals that he was reluctant to retract his gaze, his immature little hands twisted the clothes that had been twisted, and stepped barefoot on the clean marble slab of the restaurant, like a child who got a new toy, carefully and cherished.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, little beggar!" The restaurant in the restaurant wearing a small hat, green clothes and white socks is angry but this day, you must know that there is no business in the restaurant but it directly affects their income, the mood is naturally bad, secretly annoyed, seeing the little beggar who stepped into the restaurant, strode over, walked in front of the little beggar, and was about to push the little beggar out.

Just when the palm of the running hall was only a foot away from the little beggar, he suddenly found that his palm could not get any closer no matter how hard he tried, his face changed greatly, and he knelt on the ground with a 'plop', kowtowed to the little beggar a few times, and shouted in his mouth that the immortal spared the immortal's life.

Although the running hall of the restaurant has no knowledge, it is also a person who has been running the hall for a few years, and I have heard people boast that those who have cultivated to a high level can take things from the air, and kill people only in the blink of an eye, and the things in front of them are not exactly that kind of means, and they take it for granted that the little beggar is the kind of unfathomable master.

The restaurant ran away and didn't dare to look up, only heard a burst of laughter, heard a few crisp and immature grandfathers, his body trembled uncontrollably, his face was frightened, and he almost cried, and he only remembered in his mind that it was said that the behavior and habits of these masters were very strange.

In fear, a pair of black and gray linen shoes stepped on the marble slab, and landed on the eyes of the running hall, as if grasping a life-saving straw, Xiao Er hugged the thighs above the black and gray linen shoes, snot flowed, tears kept pouring out, and howled: "Help me, help me!"

"Lamb, what are you doing?" The shopkeeper of the restaurant who had just come out of the back of the hall opened the curtain and saw this scene, after all, it was the shopkeeper of the restaurant, he was slightly stunned and came back to his senses, his face was stunned, he shouted at the running hall, strode over, and pulled the running hall lamb over.

Quietly glanced at the fairy wind Dao Gu in front of him in a purple robe, and directly ignored the little beggar, the shopkeeper of the restaurant glanced at the running hall lamb who was still losing his mind with a frightened face, and smiled with a smile on his face: "Dao Chang upstairs, please, I'm not sensible in this running hall, don't be surprised." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and slowly walked up the stairs with Lao Dao and the little beggar.

Only then did the running lamb come to his senses, staring at the backs of the old man and the little beggar, and the look of horror remained on his thin and ruddy face.