"Hehe... Thank you Mr. Jiang!" Seeing the lotus lantern flying from the air, the woman hurriedly grabbed it with one hand and smiled, "I want to put my husband's calligraphy at home to suppress evil! I am reluctant to let it flow into the stream..."

The woman's emotions are obviously very rich, and she is also naked, but Mr. Jiang smiled and bowed: "I hope the girl has a wonderful Chinese New Year no matter what!"

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang..." For a moment, many men and women shouted, wanting Mr. Jiang to finish the highlight of their lotus lanterns.

"Hahaha... Thank you for your support. Jiang is just an ordinary person in the academy. Jiang has many brothers and brothers. Each of them has cultivation that is not inferior to Jiang. Don't worry!" Mr. Jiang laughed and waved his hand. Many lotus lanterns came out of everyone's hands and landed near the pavilion. Not only in front of Mr. Jiang, but also in other students, they also put a few of them before!

Xiao Hua and others were not too close to the pavilion, but when many lotus lanterns flew up, the bright lights still shone out. Mr. Jiang's eyes flashed like lightning, and he flew past the four people. Seeing Xiao Jian's Taoist robe stopping slightly, a strange expression flashed, but this expression flashed away, and he fell on the lotus lantern again!

"The three pillars are actually fate, and morality is the root. I am so sorry to go to Yang Jiu, but the official position is not strong. Chu prisoners are so arrogant and send to the north. The cauldron is as sweet as you want, so you can't get it!" In the pavilion, the sound of chanting is heard word by word. Many students waved their ink pens to finish the color on the lotus lanterns, and Xiao Hua and others turned out from the pavilion. The garden was lively. But this excitement belongs to the students and villagers, but not to them!

In addition to the pavilion closest to Xiao Hua, other places in the garden also have the sky-sky true energy blooming from time to time, and there are even some gorgeous sword energy. Such a bustling night, such a righteous night, even on the Zhongyuan Festival, even on the day of hundreds of ghosts walking at night, I am afraid there is no need to be afraid of ghosts coming close, right?

After leaving the garden, Xiao Hua and others walked a few more streets under the leadership of Liu Yi, and the surroundings gradually became quieter. Although there were some hanging lanterns, they were far from the noise they were before. Moreover, these streets seemed dilapidated and even felt a little desolate. The distance between the streets was getting longer and longer. There was also a river that was not particularly wide on the side of the street, but the river flowed in the river, and the air was filled with stench and piles of flies.

A small bridge appeared in front of him. Several ragged beggars walked quickly past Xiao Hua's horse with dirty basins in their hands. Xiao Hua smiled because he had seen that just behind the small bridge, there was a slightly desolate deserted slope, a somewhat dilapidated shanty town near the left side. The stinky ditch-like stream on the left surrounded the deserted slope and the shanty town!

"This... is Xiluoling and Qiyang Temple!" Xiao Hua said in his heart, but just as he was about to speak, he frowned slightly again, but when he saw his spiritual thoughts sweep, two men in black were quickly passing through the ruins about dozens of feet away from him, and they used their light body skills to run into the distance.

"Oh? These people... may they be local..." Xiao Hua only glanced at the divine thoughts, wondering why these people aroused their alertness. He thought for a while and asked, "Liu Yi, is there any organization similar to the Cloak Gang in the Copper Pillar?"

"Yes!" Liu Yi replied without hesitation, "Black Wind Sect!"

"Oh? Isn't this the capital of the Copper Pillar Kingdom? Why are there such evil people there?" Xiao Hua withdrew his divine thoughts and said strangely.

Before Liu Yi could speak, Xiao Jian said coldly: "The good immortals know that since ancient times, this official bandit has been a family! Not to mention the border, it will exist in the capital of any country!"

"Well..." Xiao Hua nodded slightly, pointed his hand and said, "Let's go, after crossing this bridge, there is Qiyang Temple in front!"

"Da da..." The monotonous sound of horse hooves sounded on the slightly quiet street, and on the side of the lively Tongzhu Academy, there was a slightly dark place in the garden where Xiao Hua had just walked through. Mr. Jiang, who saw sweat on his forehead, was sitting there drinking tea and resting. With a "swoosh" sound of a flying sword, a flying sword that was about to be inch long fell in front of Mr. Jiang! Mr. Jiang frowned, looked left and right, and slapped his hand. The flying sword actually turned into a small paper sword and stopped in his hand. When Mr. Jiang opened the paper and looked inside, his expression remained unchanged. A sword light appeared in his hand to smash the paper, and then he grew up and said lightly: "Hundred ghosts walk at night, hundreds of ghosts walk at night..."

When Xiao Jian heard that the Qiyang Temple was ahead, he slapped the horse under him, and the horse speeded up and went up the small bridge that was not high. At this time, the full moon in the sky had not risen. The small bridge was a little blurred in the night. When Xiao Jian came up to the bridge, he realized that the other side of the bridge was very low-lying, and a huge black area, occasionally some lights flashed out, which was completely different from what he had seen before.

"Let's go there!" Xiao Hua pointed at the place where his left hand was under the bridge. There was a dim light, but it was not obvious.

"Oh, the Taoist temple in the world is a family!" Xiao Jian sighed, "Although the capital of this bronze pillar country is prosperous, the Qiyang Temple and the Jiangchao Temple in Changsheng Town... are no different!"

When everyone approached the dim place, they saw a gate blocked by a piece of dilapidated bricks and tiles. The gate was about one zhang wide and two zhang high. However, Xiao Jian lost his interest after taking a look! Nothing... Except that it was several times larger than the portal of Jiangchaoguan, the entire portal of Qiyangguan seemed to have moved the portal of Jiangchaoguan over! The patent skin on the door was dry, like the scales of Jiangyu fish were scraped up, some fell, and some hung there. The open door was magically like the door of Jiangchaoguan, and was about to fall from the door axis!

Of course, on both sides of the portal, there were two big red lanterns with broken air and above the portal. Although the cleaning was very clean, the "Qianyang Temple" that was still vaguely written told Xiao Jian that he did not dream of returning to Changsheng Town.

"Slow down, slow down..." Xiao Jian just walked to Qiyang Temple and heard an extremely kind voice before the observation gate. Although the sound was old and hoarse, it was so clear in the night sky and the wind. "This good master eats slowly, if there is not enough for a while..."

Xiao Jian looked at it in confusion. Just in front of Qiyang Temple, there was a big iron pot, and the steaming white porridge was placed inside the iron pot. Before the iron pot, there were dozens of ragged beggars, some old and young, and even a few women carrying babies on their backs! These beggars all looked on the white porridge, licking their shriveled lips, and swallowing without any concealment. A young man with stains on his face looked sick. He just took a bowl of white porridge, regardless of the hot porridge, immediately took a sip and was so hot that he was inhaled. After the iron pot, an old man with a low figure, holding a wooden spoon for serving porridge in his hand, hurriedly said to the young man. Under the light, the old man's smile looked like he saw his anxious grandson.

Xiao Hua had already dismounted and walked behind Xiao Jian. His eyes were different from Xiao Jian. He did not fall on the white porridge, but looked at the old man carefully. But he saw that the old man was about 60 years old, with a hunched back, and the slightly wide Taoist robe was worn strictly. The robe did not show any luster under the lights. It was obviously worn out. The old man had a very neat white and sparse hair, and was tied up on the top of his head and tied it into a small Taoist crown. The old man was very energetic and looked like a fairy-like Taoist robe. But in Xiao Hua's eyes, this old Taoist was no different from an ordinary person. Not only did he not have any magic power, he did not have any Taoist cultivation!

"Good Lords..." The old Taoist looked away from the young man and said apologetically, "This white porridge has just been cooked. I had to wait until it gets cold. I took it out! I was afraid that the good porridge will wait for a long time, so I hurriedly put it out! After everyone put it in, I will eat it a little cold. Today is the Zhongyuan Festival. Why don't I have too much stuff? But I still have this white porridge, so I must have enough..."

"Thank you, Master..." These beggars said weakly, obviously really hungry. Some of them had heard the sound of horse hooves of Xiao Jian and others looking up at Xiao Jian and others...

The old Taoist's ears seemed not very good, and he didn't hear the sound of horse hooves. He was still focused on using a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of porridge from the iron pot, but his arms were trembling and put into the broken bowl of another beggar who had already stretched out his arms...

"Oh?" After Xiao Jian jumped off the horse, the figure flashed in front of the old Taoist's eyes. The old Taoist realized that someone was coming. Turning around, he saw Xiao Jian's Taoist robe. Joy flashed in the old Taoist's eyes and proclaimed the Taoist chant, "Wuliang Daozun, is the fellow Taoist coming?"

"I'm here Xiao Jian, I've seen senior!" Xiao Jian put his palm on his chest and saluted very respectfully.

"I dare not, the old Taoist is good, but I am a few years old and can't be a senior!" The old Taoist did not put down the spoon in his hand, and also returned the favor with one hand. "Fellow Daoist Xiao, please wait, wait until the old Taoist gives these white porridge to these good masters, and then ask the fellow Taoist to come and see!"

"Senior Daoshan please be busy first..." Xiao Jian looked at the gate behind the old Taoist with some surprise. He was a little confused. The gate of the Qiyang Temple is so big, so why should there be some disciples? Could it be that Daoshan is even more embarrassed than himself and doesn't even have a disciple?
Chapter completed!