About half an hour later.

Guo Xiaodao walked out of the bridal chamber, stuffed a letter into his arms, and his figure flashed and disappeared.

...

The next day, noon.

A young man wearing a blue shirt and mao clothes slowly walked to the gate of Hongshan Temple. Behind him was a long and rugged sloped mountain road. After walking this section, many hot sweat beads of the young man's forehead oozed.

"I haven't sweated for a long time."

This person is Guo Xiaodao.

At this moment, he was on the Red Mountain and was subjected to abnormal gravity.

If he was not the fifth level of body refining and his body was strong, he would be afraid that his whole body would be crushed by this strange position and his body would be destroyed.

Guo Xiaodao breathed a sigh of relief and walked up to knock on the temple gate.

A rough-looking young monk opened the door, poked his head out, and looked at Guo Xiaodao.

Seeing this, Guo Xiaodao took out a letter and said with a smile: "This little master is here in Feng Ping and Feng Kun's nephew. He is here to practice Buddhism and martial arts in Hongshan Temple. This is a letter of recommendation. Please hand it over to the abbot."

The young monk raised his eyebrows, accepted the letter, nodded and said, "Donor, please wait a moment."

Not long.

The young monk went back and led Guo Xiaodao into the door.

Guo Xiaodao then gradually saw the full view of the interior of Hongshan Temple. The main building is nine main halls, such as the Ten Thousand Buddha Hall, the Great Hall, the Black Dragon Hall, etc. The other buildings are slightly smaller in scale, and there are more than 30 large and magnificent.

Soon, Guo Xiaodao stepped into a hall and saw an old monk with gray beard.

The young monk introduced: "This is Master Henghua, who is in charge of the affairs of the outer court."

Guo Xiaodao quickly saluted.

The old monk Henghua was thin and pretty, with drooping eyelids, but his eyes were shining with light. He looked at Guo Xiaodao, raised his single palm, and said with politeness: "My husband Henghua, donor Feng Ping, do you really want to worship this temple to practice martial arts?"

Guo Xiaodao bowed and said, "Disciple is sincere, and heaven and earth can be seen."

Henghua said in a blank expression on his face and in an emotional tone: "The letter mentioned that you are born with divine power and have the power to lift a tripod?"

Guo Xiaodao did not answer, but walked straight to the bronze tripod located in the center of the hall, hugging it with both hands, slowly lifting it up as if he was using breastfeeding force, and put it down three feet above the ground.

"The donor really has some strength."

Seeing this, Henghua still remained calm and paused: "Feng Kun was a lay disciple of our temple. He has made great contributions over the years. You are his nephew. It is appropriate for us to take you in to practice martial arts, both in emotion and reason. However, whether the donor can stay depends on whether you have the luck."

"Oh, what does the master mean?" Guo Xiaodao said in confusion.

"This temple is built on Hongshan. The landscape and soil are very strange. Unless you have grown up on the mountain since childhood, people from other places will not be able to adapt to the diet here after they come to the mountain. The food they eat will be spit out, the water they drink will cause diarrhea, and in severe cases it will also lead to epilepsy and even death." Henghua sighed.

"What happened?"

Guo Xiaodao was surprised, but he said with a righteous expression: "Disciples are not afraid of difficulties, and can endure hardships and work hard, and they will definitely be able to adapt."

"This is not something that the donor can adapt just by wanting to adapt." Henghua smiled and said, "In this way, donor, you will stay in the mountain for ten days. If you can adapt, I will officially accept you as a lay disciple and give you a sacrificial life."

"Thank you, Master."

Guo Xiaodao showed joy on his face.

Then, the young monk led Guo Xiaodao into a sandalwood room, gave some rules and left.

After a while, the young monk came with food. The food was very simple, a bowl of rice, a plate of vegetables, and a bowl of boiled water.

"This is the vegetarian food in our temple. Please use it slowly." The young monk put down the food and left the room.

Guo Xiaodao looked at the food, pondered for a moment, and released his spiritual sense with difficulty and checked it, but no abnormalities were found.

But he was so tired that he was so tired that he sniffed.

"Hey, he didn't leave?" Guo Xiaodao also found that the young monk who was delivering the food was wandering outside the door and did not leave.

Guo Xiaodao's lips curled slightly, opened the door, and when he saw the young monk, he said in surprise: "Hey, you are still here, little master?"

The young monk did not look panicked, looked at the food on the table and said, "Donor doesn't need to pay attention to the monk, please have a meal as soon as possible."

"I'm not hungry yet." Guo Xiaodao said lightly.

"You have to eat something if you are not hungry. Donor, can you adapt to the water and soil of Hongshan? You will know after a meal." The young monk said expressionlessly.

"What will happen to me after eating?" Guo Xiaodao raised his eyebrows.

"There will be nothing for those who can adapt. People who cannot adapt will feel very uncomfortable and may need treatment." The young monk said Lian.

Guo Xiaodao suddenly realized.

The reason why the young monk did not leave was that he would have any problems after he had eaten this vegetarian meal.

"Okay, I'll take it." Guo Xiaodao didn't believe that a meal of vegetarian food would do what he would do. His body was baptized by the golden marrow spiritual fog and was immune to all poisons. Even if you poison it, can you still poison the golden marrow spiritual fog?

So he sat down and ate the vegetarian food in a few seconds.

Then, Guo Xiaodao carefully sensed the changes in his body, and the food was digested little by little between the stomach and intestines.

"My heartbeat is getting faster and my body temperature is also rising." Guo Xiaodao shook his body. Apart from this change, there was no strong discomfort.

Seeing this, the young monk nodded: "The first vegetarian meal is fine, it depends on whether you can hold on for ten days."

After saying that, the young monk turned around and left.

Guo Xiaodao thought about something.

As day by day passed, Guo Xiaodao's range of activities was very limited, and he basically stayed in the sandalwood room and ate vegetarian food three meals a day.

He got used to it, nothing happened.

"That's it?" Guo Xiaodao was a little speechless, feeling that Henghua and the young monk had some wrong questions.

That's it, on the eighth day.

Two teenagers in their teens came to the next room, and they also wanted to go to Hongshan Temple to practice martial arts.

The young monks brought them vegetarian food, and the two teenagers were just hungry and were eating very quickly.

As a result, after eating, a boy suddenly covered his stomach and rushed towards the cottage, puff puff puff puff puff puff...

But he had not yet run to the cottage, and something unstoppable happened.

The other teenager was in a worse condition, stuttering all over his body and foaming at his mouth.

After the young monk was busy with treatment, the young man was finally in danger.

Afterwards, the two teenagers had to leave Hongshan Temple.

"Interesting!" Guo Xiaodao saw all this with his own eyes and was extremely surprised.

On the tenth day.

Guo Xiaodao is still alive and has no abnormalities.

The old monk Henghua appeared again, a smile appeared on his face and said, "Congratulations to donor Feng Ping, I will go and take a slaughter for you now."
Chapter completed!