Xiao Ziyang spent a lot of effort, but he didn't figure out what the problem was.

From that day on, his silence was completely shattered. The elders had to come to him for a decision on every detail, and no matter how cold he was, he could not stop the enthusiasm of these elders, and they enjoyed it.

On this day, he was interrupted by an elder again, and in his depression, he walked down the stone building.

On the second floor of this stone building, except for the hall where the temple upper echelons held important meetings, the rest of the place was the hall where the temple elders handled affairs.

On the first floor of the stone building, there is a hall in the middle, and on both sides of the hall are the offices of low-level monks and mortal priests.

Xiao Ziyang's appearance caused a small commotion. Fortunately, there were many rules in the temple, and those low-level monks who knew the temple priests, as well as some mortal sacrifices, just stopped what they were doing and saluted respectfully to Xiao Ziyang from afar with great excitement. No one dared to come forward to disturb Xiao Ziyang.

And more low-level sacrifices who didn't know Xiao Ziyang, as well as believers who came to worship the gods, although they were curious about his identity, they didn't ask each other, but just followed the monks to salute Xiao Ziyang.

He walked out of the stone tower. Not far ahead is the majestic and solemn temple. There were many believers there, Xiao Ziyang naturally wouldn't join in the fun, he bypassed the stone building, followed a stone path, and came to the backyard of the temple.

The backyard is very quiet, planted with many tall trees that are rarely seen in the grassland, and there are many low stone buildings surrounded by gardens in the quiet trees. These stone towers were the residences of the temple elders.

Around the backyard, against the tall courtyard wall of the temple, is a circle of stone houses. These stone houses were the residences of the temple's low-ranking monks and mortal priests.

Xiao Ziyang walked under the shade of the tree, and his depressed mood was also slightly relieved.

Passing through the backyard, on the tall courtyard wall, there is a back door that is slightly smaller than the main entrance of the front yard.

The back door was wide open, and two rows of royal court warriors were standing energetically on both sides of the back door.

Through the back door of the hole, you can see that three or four miles outside the back door, is the blue waters of Anghur Lake.

Xiao Ziyang slowly approached the back door, intending to go out, when suddenly an old monk who was quite old and had a gray beard, but had only cultivated to the stage of practicing Qi and the I Ching, walked in from outside the door with seven or eight young monks.

When the old monk saw Xiao Ziyang, he was stunned, he couldn't believe that he would meet the temple master here, and then he was sure that the person in front of him was the temple master, and he hurriedly saluted Xiao Ziyang deeply.

The young monk behind him couldn't help but wonder when he suddenly saw Master saluting so respectfully to this young man who didn't look very old and had a bearded face. And looking at Master's respectful appearance, even when facing the Great Elder, he was not so frightened.

However, these teenagers have been selected into the temple as spirit children for six years, and they naturally know the strict rules of respect and humility in the temple. They didn't think much about it, and they all saluted to Xiao Ziyang with their master.

Among these teenagers, Xiao Ziyang saw a familiar face.

Agudam, a child who had only been together for two days, but left a deep impression on him, now has a bit of a father's demeanor.

For some reason, his face, which was as resolute and handsome as his father's, was now full of sadness. The other teenagers were always separated from him by a distance, making him look very lonely and miserable.

Agudamu obviously couldn't recognize Xiao Ziyang with a beard. Xiao Ziyang, who was depressed, didn't bother to pay attention to the young man's sorrow.

He nodded to the old monk, and the group staggered past the back door of the temple.

Outside the back door of the temple is a wide martial arts training ground, which is also a place for young monks to practice martial arts spells and learn from each other, and a protective magic circle is arranged on the martial arts training ground. Ordinary mud and stone can't afford to resist the toss of monks, even the lowest-level monks.

Xiao Ziyang walked through the empty martial arts training ground, waved his hand and released the spirit boat, urging, and flew towards the depths of Angehur Lake.

Moistened by Lake Angarhur, the surrounding shores are extremely rich in water and grass.

The southern part of the lake belonged to the Usud tribe, while the northern part belonged to the Ingres tribe. These two evenly matched tribes fought several times a year for the abundant pastures on both sides of the lake.

It can be said that Angehur Lake provided abundant water and grass for the two tribes and nurtured countless people of the two tribes. But it also took the lives of countless warriors of the two races.

There are many fishermen who make a living from fishing around Angehur Lake. There is a lack of timber in the grasslands to build large boats, so these fishermen only fish near the shores of the lake.

Xiao Ziyang flew all the way to the center of the lake on a Tibetan wind boat. Press the boat down on the water, let the waves lap, and drift with the wind.

He sat in the spirit boat, took out a pot of spirit wine, and took a sip, but in his heart he was thinking carefully about his future way out.

Once a member of the Great Luo Sect, Xiao Ziyang knew how important the sect was to low-level cultivators, but he still had a hard time making up his mind whether to enter the Great Snow Mountain Sect by pretending to be Mu Ren.

The wealthy factions have countless means to deal with those scattered cultivators who want to impersonate themselves and mix with the sect.

Although Xiao Ziyang and Mu Ren are very similar in appearance, they do not need to be transformed, and they can evade most inspection methods. However, there is another problem.

The Great Snow Mountain Sect also has an identity token like the Great Luo Sect, and the magic circle on this token will record certain characteristics of the master's divine soul, if Xiao Ziyang takes Mu Ren's identity token to the Great Snow Mountain Sect like this, it is no different from looking for death.

In the past six months, Xiao Ziyang has studied this identity token countless times, but to no avail.

This identity token is the most important item to identify disciples and eliminate spies. Each sect attaches great importance to it, not to mention that a half-hung array mage like Xiao Ziyang can't crack it, even the strength of the Great Luo Sect can't crack it.

Xiao Ziyang has been worrying about another thing, that Mu Ren has the cultivation of building the foundation of Wangdan at a young age, will the Great Snow Mountain Sect install a Yuan Shen Lamp for him?

Therefore, don't look at Xiao Ziyang's seemingly leisurely time in the temple during this time, in fact, he has always been trembling and ready to flee at any time.

Fortunately, this Muren is also a lonely person who has no master to take him in in the Great Snow Mountain Sect, and the chance of having the Yuan Shen Lantern is not great, so Xiao Ziyang dares to pretend to be here.

Even if he had the Yuan Shen Lamp, the Great Snow Mountain Sect would not send a noble True Dan Monk to check it out, at most a Fake Dan Monk would lead several Foundation Cultivation Monks to come. Ordinary fake Dan monks, Xiao Ziyang is not afraid.

Xiao Ziyang drank the delicious high-grade spirit wine, but the mouth was light and tasteless. He played with Mu Ren's snow-white identity token in his hand, but he couldn't think of the slightest way.

Until the dead of night, Xiao Ziyang quietly returned to the temple.