Plot It's Not About Me [Quick Transmigration]

Naturally, Lu Xinglin would not go back on his word. After tidying up briefly, he helped Han Suyue into the carriage, and hurried all the way to the Yunwu Temple outside the city.

At this time, the gate of the city had just opened, and there were very few people on the street, most of them were small traders.When you leave the city, there are even fewer people.

Yunwu Temple is located on the Yunshan Mountain outside the city, and Yunshan Mountain is famous for its perennial clouds and mist.The sunrise of the sea of ​​clouds here is also a grand scene, and literati and inkmen often come to climb the heights to enjoy the scenery.

It was precisely because of this that when the carriage arrived at Yunshan, the foot of the mountain was bustling.

It's like a small market here, small vendors selling food, stalls selling some handicrafts, and people who do other things together can be seen everywhere.

Many people who appreciate the sunrise, if they don’t stay in Yunwu Temple, most of them will go down the mountain directly. When they reach the foot of the mountain, it’s time to have breakfast, so the business here is particularly good.

It was Lu Xinglin's first time here, but Yuanshen had been here a few times, so he was familiar with all of this in his memory.

The mountain road is difficult to walk, and horse-drawn carriages will definitely not be able to go up. If you are rich, you will naturally hire a soft sedan chair at the foot of the mountain to let people go up. Those who are worse have wicker chairs to sit on, so you don't have to walk by yourself.

Mrs. Anhou is a face-saving person. No matter how much she cares about Han Suyue's mother and son on weekdays, she always puts on a magnanimous appearance when she goes out, so they used to sit on wicker chairs when they came here, and this time is no exception. .

The wicker chair wobbled towards the mountain. Lu Xinglin who was sitting behind was dozed off because he got up early, and was even more sleepy after being shaken like this.

Xiao You, who hadn't been out since coming to this world, popped up at this time: "Host, what are you going to Yunwu Temple for?"

It really couldn't understand the thoughts of its own host more and more. The wish-maker's wish was to leave the Anhou Mansion with his mother. His host was fine. He didn't do anything and just hid in the Taoist temple on the mountain. Could he hide for a lifetime?

"Of course there are important things. Those people in the An family are not so easy to get rid of. I'm fine. My mother is Anhou's concubine, and it's even more difficult to be a slave. I don't have the patience to waste with them, so naturally Find a reason that no one can refute, and take her away in an open and honest manner." Lu Xinglin said.

"Then what does this have to do with your coming to Yunwu Temple? Are you planning to become a monk?" Xiaoyou still didn't understand that the choice of escape like becoming a monk was not at all the style of his host.

"What are you thinking about?" Lu Xinglin asked with a sideways glance at it.

"If you don't go out, Yunwu Temple can't help you get rid of Anhou's Mansion." Xiaoyou said.

"Although there are many constraints in the ignorant feudal society, if the supremacy of imperial power is used well, all problems can be easily solved." Lu Xinglin looked up at the stone steps deep into the clouds and smiled lightly.

"Host, are you going to rebel?" After hearing what he said, Xiaoyou immediately became anxious: "This is not possible, the plot of this world revolves around the court, and the son of luck must ascend to the throne Yes, you can't spoil the plot."

Hearing this, Lu Xinglin glared at it angrily: "Can't you grow your brains? How could I intentionally sabotage the plot!"

"Then what are you talking about about imperial power..." Xiaoyou also knew that her host was not that kind of person, so she whispered.

"I've never seen such a stupid system like yours. If you want to use the imperial power, do you have to rebel and become the emperor?" Lu Xinglin said with a look of disgust.

But even though he disliked it, it was a system that had gone through so many missions with him after all. Lu Xinglin didn't say anything more, but no matter how Xiaoyou asked, he didn't say his purpose for coming to Yunwu Temple.

While talking with Xiaoyou, the wicker chair that Lu Xinglin was riding on had already arrived in front of the Cloud and Mist Temple on the top of the mountain.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and the clouds and mist around the Yunwu Temple had dispersed a lot. Under the sunlight, the simple and solemn Taoist Temple also revealed a bit of the ethereal dust of the blessed land of Taoism.

After getting off the rattan chair, the group of people entered Yunwu Temple after the maid beside Han Suyue paid the money.

Dazheng advocates Taoism, and there are countless Taoist temples, but Yunwu Temple is the best among them.

Not only a hundred years ago, there was a powerful person who became an immortal, but now the Daoist Linyuan in the Taoist temple is a well-known Daoist real person. Even the current emperor has visited the Yunwu Temple more than once to ask Linyuan Taoist priest, and respectfully call him the fairy elder .

Therefore, noble people from the capital often come to Yunwu Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings, and there are not a few people who ask for help.Many wing rooms have been prepared here as guest rooms for the pilgrims staying here.

Of course, this room is also different.

The place where Lu Xinglin lived at this time was just an ordinary small courtyard with only three houses. Although it was clean early in the morning and there were flowers and plants planted in the courtyard, compared to the Anhou Mansion, it was absolutely rudimentary.

Even Mohen, the maid who followed him and took care of his daily life, was a little disgusted by this environment.But in the eyes of Lu Xinglin, who has experienced the end of the world, it is enough to live.

"My lord, it's time now, and there is no food in the dining hall. You are wronged, you have to eat some pastries brought by your servants to make a cushion." After simply wiping the tables and chairs in the room, Mo Hen took out a The three-layer food box, while taking out the pastry from it and placing it, said.

And Songyan next to him was busy lighting up the small stove beside him. It was still very cold in March, and the Yunwu Temple was located on the top of the mountain, so it was a bit colder than the capital city.

Sitting on the rattan chair this way, although it saved energy, it was the cold wind blowing all the way, and I needed to drink some hot tea to warm my body.

If it was a wish-maker, it would be a bit of a pain, but for Lu Xinglin, who had long since survived the cold and heat, this little bit of cold wind didn't matter at all.

Fortunately, he still remembered his current status, so he ate a few cakes with hot tea, went to the next yard to see Han Suyue, and then started to get ready for business.

Of course, only Lu Xinglin knew about this serious matter. From the eyes of the maid Mohen and the servant Songyan, he was just sitting there, playing with the flowers and plants in the flower pots.

In fact, in just a few minutes, Lu Xinglin had already connected with all the plants in the entire Yunwu Temple and even the entire Yunshan Mountain through this pot of ordinary orchid grass. It can be said that any disturbance in Yunshan Mountain is under his control.

And Lu Xinglin also found the target of his visit this time, the fairy leader Linyuan Taoist leader recognized by the entire Dazheng.

Although he didn't read the plot very carefully, he still remembered that this fairy elder died in the early stage of the rural examination this year. Calculating the time, it should be in the past few days.

But Taoist Linyuan is really a genius, in this small world where spiritual energy is thin, he can actually cultivate spiritual power.

Although the cultivation base is very low, there is only the second level of Qi training, even in some low-level cultivation worlds, it is also the bottom of the existence.But in this world, it's not easy.

To be honest, if Taoist Linyuan is sent to the realm of comprehension to cross the tribulation and ascend, it will be just around the corner.

But now he is going to die, after all, the Qi refining period can not increase the lifespan, and he is already ninety years old.