I have a Taoist temple that connects me to other worlds

Da Qian had twenty-four provinces, each with vast lands and unique landscapes.

Because Ning Province had waterways, Jiang Wen and the others decided to take a boat to Ning Province to avoid dangers and delays on the road.

They traveled along the river, passing Li Village and Changping Village. It was five days later when they passed Jingyuan City in Qing Province.

A child with such a strong evil aura should have died long ago. How could he still be sitting in the house, playing with things lively?

Jiang Wen didn't understand, but he didn't rashly ask. After all, this was someone else's business and had nothing to do with him.

"I heard magpies calling today, it turns out there really are distinguished guests coming," the old woman said, twisting her waist as she walked over.

She looked at the youngest, Shuxiang, with a loving smile, reaching out to touch Shuxiang's face, but Shuxiang dodged.

"Flying is not done like that!"

"Why is this fighting method so strange?"

Before sunset, the group arrived at a mountain village.

Having experienced sword flight, Jiang Wen naturally knew that the unrestrained feeling of flying could not be expressed in TV dramas. Only by experiencing it personally could one understand why mortals longed for flight.

He asked the old woman about the price of accommodation and paid some extra money. The old woman happily ran into the kitchen and killed one of her chickens to stew for them.

"Yanyan, we have guests. Go back to your room and play, don't disturb the guests," the old woman patted the child's head, and the child shook his head. Then he turned his face and stared blankly at the old woman, making an 'oh' sound.

Jiang Wen was tired of hearing Li Yunshang's complaints and didn't want to explain. After all, others were filming TV dramas, not really able to fly through the clouds.

"This Five Finger Mountain is a bit interesting, why did they suppress my Great Sage?!"

"Let's find a place to stay, it's not good to travel at night, safety is the most important thing," Jiang Wen responded to the coachman, who smiled and said yes.

In his vision, the child was surrounded by black mist.

He jumped off the chair with the box in his arms, then stumbled towards the house. The whole behavior was strange, causing Jiang Wen to have a lot of doubts.

Jiang Wen imagined this, and the carriage passed through the rolling mountains. The coachman sang a mountain song and then said loudly to the people in the carriage: "Ladies and gentlemen, it's getting dark soon, should we find a place to stay or continue on our way?"

While chatting during dinner, Jiang Wen learned that the strange child was the old woman's grandson. His parents had an accident while working, leaving only the old woman and the child to depend on each other.

He secretly took out an exorcism talisman to test, and found that the exorcism talisman had no abnormalities. Obviously, there were no ghosts in this house.

"Good-for-nothing beast, all you know how to do is shout!"

She was not annoyed, but smiled and bowed: "Distinguished guests, are you here to stay?"

The child was weak and sickly, and the old woman had a hard time raising him. She had saved the child from death several times.

Perhaps seeing that they were well-dressed, the old woman's wrinkled face showed a happy smile.

Following the old woman into the house, he saw that the house was clean and spacious. There were three rooms, so there was no shortage of places to stay.

An old woman walked out, muttering and carrying a basin of water, looking at the people getting off the carriage.

"It's a deal," Jiang Wen nodded fiercely, he was really envious of the storage bag's creation.

In the front hall of the house, a pale-faced child was sitting at the table playing with a box. He didn't bother them when they came in, and didn't even look up. Jiang Wen stared at the child, frowning slightly.

Jiang Wen looked at the old woman, thinking that she must have a young heart. She must have been a stunning beauty when she was young, and her demeanor was still hard to hide even in her old age.

Jiang Wen saw the relationship between the two and understood that the coachman and the old woman were acquaintances. He thought that the coachman must often spend the night here, so he could understand.

When he learned to fly with a sword, he would definitely open a business in reality to take people flying. He would charge each person hundreds of thousands, and he thought that many fools would be willing to pay the fee.

"I say, Auntie, these are distinguished guests. It's just that it's too late, and it's still a day's journey from the county seat, no one wants to stay in your broken house," the coachman joked, which made the old woman unhappy.

"A bit strange," Jiang Wen muttered in his heart, noting the strange thing down.

"If she lost this grandson, she would have no hope in this world," the coachman sighed.

The lights in the house were lit, and the coachman drove the carriage slowly into the yard. Two local dogs barked a few times when they saw strangers, and then were scolded by the owner of the house.

There were no twists and turns on the road for a day. Li Yunshang and the two sisters lay on the cushions watching TV series on the tablet. As a pastime on the road, "Journey to the West" successfully attracted her attention. Li Yunshang liked Monkey King very much, the only thing she was not satisfied with was that Monkey King's cloud-riding experience was not very good.

"If you escort me to Ning Province, I can give you the method of making this storage bag," Li Yunshang tempted.

However, the old woman was not annoyed, but welcomed Jiang Wen and the others into the house with a smile.

After all, acquaintances introduce acquaintances to do business, so the business will be wider.

"Yes, people always need spiritual comfort. If they don't even know what they are living for, they probably don't mean to live," Li Yunshang said, chewing on a chicken leg, expressing a philosophy of life.

Jiang Wen agreed deeply and agreed with her statement.

The old woman's son and daughter-in-law died in one day, and she probably lived only for her grandson. If her grandson was gone, the old woman's motivation to live would naturally be gone.