I just traveled through time and you told me that Taoism is gone?

At this time, Zhao Xuanling was flying over Qingshui City with his sword.

Looking down, it was broad daylight, but there were only a few people walking on the street.

Zhao Xuanling frowned. Perhaps it was the invasion of ghosts that made people afraid to go out for activities.

"Ugh…"

Zhao Xuanling sighed softly and found a hidden place to land.

Although flying with a sword is indeed labor-saving, it is better to keep a low profile in urban areas to avoid unnecessary trouble.

After Zhao Xuanling landed, he carried the Longquan Sword behind his back.

Zhao Xuanling walked on an unfamiliar street, constantly observing the shops passing by.

He was indeed a little hungry after a big battle, and he urgently needed to find a place to replenish his energy.

But the strange thing was that Zhao Xuanling found that people on the road looked at him with contempt after seeing him dressed in this way.

Originally, one or two people were not enough to attract Zhao Xuanling's attention, but everyone who passed by Zhao Xuanling looked at him with a very unfriendly look.

Some people even went out of their way to distance themselves from Zhao Xuanling, as if there was some kind of virus in Zhao Xuanling.

Zhao Xuanling felt a little baffled by the behavior of passers-by on the street. He lowered his head and looked at himself. There was nothing dirty, right?

Why do the pedestrians around me look at me as if I have shit on my body?

At this time, an old man happened to pass by Zhao Xuanling.

Zhao Xuanling just looked up and saw the old man, and asked out of curiosity:

"uncle."

"Hey... uncle, don't run."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhao Xuanling opened his mouth, the uncle and Zhao Xuanling looked at each other and ran away.

Only Zhao Xuanling was left alone and messy in the wind...

"This man has such a good physique. With this speed, if he participated in a 100-meter dash or something, I think he would be the first."

Zhao Xuanling looked at the old man who was gradually disappearing and muttered.

While they were talking, two girls with good figures and about the same age as Zhao Xuanling were walking towards Zhao Xuanling.

Zhao Xuanling thought that the old man might be older and more wary. A stranger talked to him inexplicably on the road, so it was normal to be afraid.

These two girls look young and should be easier to get along with.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xuanling stepped forward again and prepared to ask.

"Hey…"

But who would have expected that as soon as Zhao Xuanling uttered a sound, the two little girls didn't even raise their heads, ignored Zhao Xuanling and ran towards behind Zhao Xuanling.

One of them whispered to his companions while running:

"Stop talking, don't take any notice, and leave quickly."

This was a bit embarrassing. Zhao Xuanling was stunned. What? Do you have an infectious disease? Or is he too scary looking?

Zhao Xuanling touched his face and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

To be honest, although Zhao Xuanling is not handsome, he is definitely not ugly. He is even a bit more handsome than ordinary people, but he definitely cannot scare people away.

Zhao Xuanling looked at the two little girls who had disappeared long ago and shook his head. Although he was still very strange in his heart, no one wanted to talk to him, so Zhao Xuanling did not intend to force himself anymore.

After all, he himself is not good at dealing with people. When he was at the Taoist temple, Zhao Xuanling either practiced alone in the temple or went to the mountains to study Taoism. He rarely communicated with his brothers in the Taoist temple.

This has been the case for a long time, and he has long been accustomed to the feeling of being alone.

So in this situation, Zhao Xuanling naturally wouldn't feel any sense of gap.

Zhao Xuanling continued to look for a place to eat, and he chose to ignore the strange looks from passers-by.

Not long after, Zhao Xuanling stopped at the door of a small shop called Liquor Restaurant.

Zhao Xuanling looked around and looked inside. There were no customers inside now and he didn't know if it was still open.

Zhao Xuanling opened the door carefully and asked:

"Is it still open?"

"... "

No one responded to Zhao Xuanling.

Zhao Xuanling walked into the store and looked around.

The decoration in the store is pretty good, with a retro style. The tables, chairs and benches are spotlessly clean, and there are a variety of dishes posted on the wall.

Zhao Xuanling looked around and nodded, thinking that the taste of this restaurant should be good. He was already hungry and didn't want to find another restaurant, so he asked again:

"Is anyone there? Is it still open?"

This time someone finally responded.

I saw a middle-aged man's voice coming from a small door directly opposite the door.

"Open, what would you like to eat?"

After the words fell, a fat middle-aged man opened the door and walked out with a smile on his face and said:

"Sorry, I was packing some things in the kitchen. I was neglectful."

As he spoke, he wiped his oily hands on his apron that had been covered in oil for a long time.

It is estimated that this man is the owner of this store.

As soon as the boss came out, he looked up and saw Zhao Xuanling. He was stunned for a moment and stopped wiping his hands.

After a moment of silence, the smile on the boss's face gradually disappeared and was replaced by a look of disgust. He waved his hand towards Zhao Xuanling and said:

"It's closed, so hurry up and leave. It's really unlucky."

With that said, the boss opened the door and prepared to return to the kitchen.

Zhao Xuanling was confused by the boss's attitude. When he heard the word "unlucky", Zhao Xuanling couldn't help it.

Zhao Xuanling stepped forward and grabbed the boss's arm and said:

"What do you mean? I'm here to eat, why is it bad luck?"

The boss was stunned when he saw this, turned his head and looked at Zhao Xuanling who was a little angry and said:

"What? I don't want to receive you, why? You still want to hit me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuanling realized that he was a little reckless and quickly let go of his hand.

Although Zhao Xuanling is a bit arrogant and domineering when dealing with Buddhism, he is not a vulgar person. When dealing with ordinary people or people who are close to him, Zhao Xuanling is still very gentle.

When the boss saw this, he rolled his eyes at Zhao Xuanling, snorted coldly, and wanted to go back to the kitchen.

Zhao Xuanling hurriedly said:

"Boss, I'm here to eat, why are you treating me like this?"

Zhao Xuanling was really aggrieved. It was okay to be treated differently by people on the street, but now he couldn't even eat.

After all, he has defeated the ghost clan, so he shouldn't be treated like this, right?

Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhao Xuanling spoke, the boss turned his head and glanced at Zhao Xuanling up and down, and said lightly:

"Just because you're wearing these clothes, I won't accept you. If you want to cheat, eat, drink, or show off, you should go find someone else. I won't take advantage of you."

The boss's words made Zhao Xuanling frown. He lowered his head and looked at his Taoist robe. There was nothing wrong with it. Why should he treat it coldly?

Moreover, he had no intention of cheating him out of food and drink, and it wasn't like he didn't give money. He acted as if he was a liar, which made Zhao Xuanling very uncomfortable.

"Boss, how can you judge a book by its appearance? It's not like I won't pay you, so why do you think I'm a liar?"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, the boss turned around and said:

"You gave me money? Really?"

"Of course it's true. How can you not pay for food?"

When the boss heard this, he showed an expression of disbelief.

With doubts, the boss walked to the bar, took out the order list and said:

"What do you want to eat? As I said before, if you want to eat, you have to pay first."

Although Zhao Xuanling had never heard of the principle of giving money first when eating, he was very happy now that the boss was willing to receive him, so he didn't care about such small things as giving money first.

"No problem. You fry me some vegetarian dishes, a bowl of rice, and a bottle of good wine, that's all."

After speaking, Zhao Xuanling took out a crumpled piece of cloth from his arms, spread it out, and took out a few crumpled bills from it and handed it to the boss.

At first, the boss looked happy after seeing Zhao Xuanling pay for it, but when he received the banknotes that Zhao Xuanling handed him, his face suddenly fell.

The boss threw the order in his hand on the bar counter, crumpled the banknotes into a ball, threw it in Zhao Xuanlingdao's face and said:

"Are you kidding me here? Where did this money come from? Do you think I'm a rag collector or do you think I'm a fool? Get out!"