Chen Jin held the pot and poured wine for him, and said with a smile without changing his face, "He is an acquaintance from a foreign country. His temperament is... somewhat withdrawn. He doesn't like to be disturbed by the world, so he lives in seclusion in that quiet place."
His words were unclear, but he had a convincing demeanor.
Ning Caichen did not doubt that he was there, but sighed, "I see. To have someone like Brother Chen as a confidant, he must be a refined scholar."
Only Xiao Qing listened and secretly pouted. "Visiting friends? I think it's more like going to "surrender" friends!"
Chen Jin smiled but said nothing.
After dinner, we continued on the road. The deeper we went into the mountains and forests, the more rugged and difficult the road became.
When the sun set in the west and dyed the clouds in the sky a magnificent orange, the three of them finally passed through a dense forest that blocked the sky and the sun suddenly opened up.
An ancient temple stands quietly in a forest clearing, with the vast mountains at its back.
However, the scene in front of me was completely different from the rumored "abandoned ancient temple".
But I saw that although the Zhuhong Temple gate looked old, it was not damaged, and the stone steps in front of the gate were clean.
The courtyard walls are intact, and the intertwined eaves of the inner palaces can be faintly seen. Not only does it not appear to be in any decay, but it exudes a calm atmosphere.
What's even more surprising is that standing outside the temple, you can feel a warm warmth coming from inside the temple, dispelling the cold evening in the mountains.
"This... is this Lanruo Temple?" Ning Caichen rubbed his eyes and was surprised, "Not only is it not desolate, but it looks like a temple where eminent monks still live in Xixi?"
Black ripples appeared in Chen Jin's eyes. The information given by Ren Tu was that everything was business as usual, and he couldn't help but have some doubts.
He quietly operated [Three Flowers Gathering on Top], but the effect of maintaining the illusion and destroying illusions was not seen. These magnificent buildings are not illusions.
"It seems that my 'friend' has taken good care of this place." He said meaningfully, and then stepped forward and knocked on the door knocker.
The temple door creaked open from inside, and a burly man dressed as a servant leaned out and glanced sharply at the three of them, especially staying for a moment on the extraordinary Chen Jin and the handsome Xiao Qing.
"Who are you? What are you doing here in this deserted mountain temple?" His voice was low and guarded, and he blocked the door with no intention of getting out of the way immediately.
Chen Jin's expression remained unchanged, and he held his hands calmly. "This elder brother is polite. We are passers-by, and this Brother Ning is the gentleman who came to Jinhua to collect the bill."
He gestured sideways to Ning Caichen, who was a little nervous, and continued, "It's just that it's getting late and the hotel in the city is inconvenient. I heard that there is a Lanruo Temple here that can temporarily escape the cold, so I took the liberty to come here and want to stay overnight. Is it convenient?"
Hearing Chen Jin say this, Ning Caichen glanced at Chen Jin in surprise, isn't he a visiting friend?
The man's ears moved, as if he was listening to something. After a moment of silence, he finally stepped aside to let the passage pass, and said in a calm tone, "In that case, come in. But there are rules in the temple, don't walk around randomly."
"Thank you so much, warrior!" Ning Caichen and others quickly thanked him.
Stepping into the temple, you will feel like you are in a different world.
The front yard is spacious, with bluestone paving the floor, and air-dead wind lanterns hung under the corridor, which are already lit and emit a warm light.
What surprised Ning Caichen even more was that there were more than ten people sitting or standing in the courtyard.
Without exception, these people were all strong-looking men with strong bodies and sharp eyes. Although they wore ordinary cloth, their waists had bulging bags, as if they were hiding weapons.
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They were silent, their eyes all falling on the newly entered three people Chen Jin, and the atmosphere seemed a little stagnant for a while.
The leader was a strong man with a beard, who called himself Zhao Tiezhu. He was the first to break the silence, enthusiastically greeted us and said, "A few friends are here to stay overnight? It's fate that we can meet people in these wild mountains and wild mountains!"
With a loud voice, he pointed to the people behind him and introduced, "These are all hunters from our village. I am Zhao Tiezhu, these are Wang Mugen, Li Shisuo, and Zhou Wadao."
Originally, I was chasing a big, eye-catching white-fronted insect that could hurt people, but I didn't find the beast and wasted my time, so I had to spend the night in this temple."
With a smile on his face, Chen Jin returned the courtesy calmly, and repeated what he had just said to the gatekeeper, "Chen Jin, this is my sister Xiao Qing, and this brother Ning Caichen is the gentleman who came to Jinhua to collect the debt. I'm glad to meet you all."
As he spoke, black ripples appeared in his eyes, and [Glance of the Startled Swan] started silently.
His eyes swept over Zhao Tiezhu, Wang Mugen, Li Shisuo, and Zhou Wadao, and he felt a slight shiver in his heart.
Name: Zhao Tiezhu
Status: Blessing loss
Specialization: Lu Ban Curse Art 89%
Threat level: red
These four people may seem rough and tumble, but they all have impressive attainments in [Lu Ban Curse Art]. They are definitely not ordinary hunters.
His face remained calm, and he still exchanged a few words with Zhao Tiezhu. Then he excused himself from being tired from the journey and walked to the west wing with Ning Caichen and Xiao Qing.
As soon as he entered the room, Chen Jin saw Xiao Qing follow him in and closed the door behind him.
"There are a lot of empty rooms next to it," Chen Jin raised his eyebrows, "Why do you want to squeeze into one with me?"
Xiao Qing rolled her eyes at him angrily, but pinched her throat and said in a coquettish tone, "Oh, brother~ In these barren mountains and mountains, there are some rude men outside, so people are afraid!"
While speaking, her delicate fingers were kneading the secrets in her sleeves, and an invisible soundproof barrier quietly enveloped the entire room.
As soon as the barrier was formed, the fragile expression on her face instantly disappeared, and she lowered her voice and said, "My Master Chen, you can't see it, can you? There is something wrong with that group of people, and this entire temple!"
"Oh?" Chen Jin sat down on the edge of the couch with a leisurely mind, "What's the problem?"
"Those people are surrounded by a cold ghostly aura, but they are clearly alive. Their heartbeats, energy and blood cannot be faked." Xiao Qing frowned, "I looked at them, and they looked like witches who often deal with ghostly things."
Chen Jin nodded and looked a little more serious. "You have good vision. What they are practicing is Lu Ban Curse Art."
If my prediction is correct, this seemingly intact Lanruo Temple was probably "constructed" by them using this method.
From the moment we stepped through the door, we may have entered their "game" and were within the scope of the overpowering technique."
Xiao Qing Hearing what he said, he was stunned for a moment. Then he realized that this guy had seen through everything a long time ago. He was clearly teasing her on purpose. He was so angry that his teeth started to itch, and he felt that the person in front of him was even more annoying.
She does not have a thorough understanding of the various cultivation methods of the human race.
"What should we do now?" she asked, suppressing her anger.
"Wait." Chen Jin said it concisely and to the point.
"Wait?" Xiao Qing opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Wait for what?"
"Waiting for the invitation from the master of this room."
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