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The temples in the south of the city really had a lot of pilgrims, Wen Zhi only remembered that he had not seen such a lively scene for a long time.The last time was the scene of Taoist Zhongnan Mountain's ascension.

While Wen Zhi wanted to avoid the crowded crowd, he wanted to slap away the hands of the person next to him who put his arms around his shoulders from time to time, and he had to keep a gentle smile on his face.

"Snapped"

The bone fan ruthlessly knocked away the hand that was trying to moleste again, Chen Nian grinned and gasped as he covered his fingers.

"Murder my husband!"

Wen Zhi glanced at him lightly, and someone who didn't know how to measure was instantly stagnant.

"Mr. Wen and Mr. Chen are also here to offer incense." Aunt Gu who was walking towards me asked with a loud voice and a smile.

Wen Zhi nodded with a smile, and Chen Nian immediately put on a suave look, holding his bone fan and smiling harmlessly.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Aunt Gu is still so radiant. Even a young lady is not as good as you, Aunt Gu."

Aunt Gu was overjoyed, she waved her hands and smiled.

"Mr. Chen's mouth is really good at talking. Let me tell you, the gods here are very smart. Besides, whether they are smart or not is not a matter of sincerity or insincerity."

As he spoke, he tugged at the girl standing beside him, "No, I'll bring our little Taohong to offer incense to the Marriage Bodhisattva..."

Xiao Taohong's chubby body was covered by her clothes, her face was flushed, she probably felt that her mother was embarrassing her, so she pulled Aunt Gu's clothes reluctantly.

The temple is actually not big, only two main halls.The carvings are also extremely delicate and delicate, and the immortals in the paintings on the floating beams are lifelike whether they are standing, sitting or casting spells.

Wen Zhi and Chen Nian stepped into the main hall, surrounded by clouds and mist, pilgrims kneeling on futons, monks muttering sutras.

A monk holding a bouquet of incense came forward, and Chen Nian and Wen Zhi looked at each other, shaking their heads in unison, refusing to accept it.

The monks are a little strange, they don’t offer incense when they enter the temple, so come to hang out?

Wen Zhi just looked up at the tall statue sitting in the hall, feeling suddenly sad in his heart.

It is said that high places are extremely cold, but those on high places are always looking down on all living beings, and how many of those who bow down at their feet are just seeking peace of mind.

What he Wenzhi wants is not only these.

There was a sudden warmth in his hand, Wen Zhi turned to look at him, with the deepness in his eyes that hadn't faded away.

Chen Nianxin sighed, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, he squeezed his hands that were too cold, and smiled at each other.

"Crack." A crisp voice came from the hall.

Everyone looked at it with some reproach.

Wen Zhi strode out, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

Behind him, Chen Nian gritted his teeth and laughed heartily.

"Well... the flowers in the yard are blooming really well."

Everyone wondered, when will there be flowers in this yard?

As soon as Wen Zhi came out of the main hall, he met a sweeping monk who was coming towards him. The little monk saluted politely and opened his mouth.

"Benefactor, the host is waiting for you in the back compartment."

Wen Zhi nodded, he turned his head to look at the hall, Chen Nian was held back by the old monk to recite the scriptures earnestly, meeting Wen Zhi's eyes, his face drooped pitifully immediately.

Wen Zhi coughed lightly, smiled softly at him, and quickly walked out of sight.

"The benefactor looks good recently."

The person who sat on the futon was haunted by immortal energy all his life, and he was actually the one who got it. It was the Taoist Qing Ji who ascended to Zhongnan Mountain that day, and now bestowed it on Zhongnan Shenjun.

I don't know if it's the smell of tea or the incense from the stove, but Wen Zhi just feels refreshed.The tea that comes up is also very good. The tea leaves float slightly from the bottom of the cup, and the tea fragrance is overflowing.

Hearing what he said at this time, she couldn't help but smile warmly.

"It's just a passable one." After a pause, he continued, "Since Zhong Nanshan said goodbye to Immortal Yunqian, these days have passed."

"If Master Wen hadn't helped me ascend that day, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to attain the Tao in this life. Now that Master Wen has a request, I will do my best."

Wen Zhi's eyes were filled with rare and strong respect. He understood that even if his status gave him kindness, it was only a matter of course, not to mention that he still went to great lengths to help him now.

"Shenjun, Wen Zhi has something to ask for."

"What? You want to learn the forbidden technique of Zhongnan?"

Qing Ting was taken aback, he didn't expect that Wen Zhi would make such a request.

The Zhongnan Forbidden Technique is actually just a technique related to the soul.

That day, Yuande Shenjun, the number one war god in the world, was trapped in a deep and secluded place.

The Goddess, who admired the Yuande God for thousands of years, searched all over the world for the technique, and finally learned the technique of blood soul in Zhongnan Mountain.

The so-called blood soul is just the blood of a legal person dripped into the wooden figurine, making it alive, and then transforming into its shape, so that all things can be imagined.

If the illusion is a human being, it can be like the world, and it is the other side of the real body, without falsehood or truth.

However, after all, this technique is a technique to change the fate of the world, and it is bound to be punished. Although the goddess rescued the god, she suffered from the pain of insects and ants eating her heart day and night, and finally disappeared within a hundred years.

The god was so ashamed that he sealed it as a forbidden technique since then. If anyone learns this technique, it will be nothing but heart-wrenching pain.

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