"Husband, I feel much more comfortable now~" Wang Yuyan held Chen Zi'ang's arm and said coquettishly.

Chen Zi'ang smiled and said, "Be good, let's have a good rest at home today and don't go anywhere."

"Well, I'll listen to you!" Wang Yuyan said obediently.

Chen Zi'ang looked at the once arrogant Wang Yuyan, who has become so obedient and lovely now. He feels full of accomplishment. It depends on who he is with. If Wang Yuyan continues to stay in the world of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", he will probably never experience such happiness.

"What do you want to eat? Husband will buy it for you." Chen Zi'ang considered that Wang Yuyan had not had lunch yet, so he happened to bring some for her when she went out for lunch.

Wang Yuyan didn't even think about it, "Your husband will eat whatever you eat."

Bang!!

Chen Zi'ang gently patted Wang Yuyan's snow-white buttocks, "Answer honestly, what do you want to eat now, otherwise my husband will eat you first!"

Wang Yuyan rubbed her butt, thought for a while and said, "Then let's ramen."

"Okay!" Chen Zi'ang kissed Wang Yuyan on the lips, and then put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

At this time, all the girls were not at home, only Xiaoqian's door was still closed. She must be playing games except for sleeping.

Chen Zi'ang shook his head helplessly. Every woman of her own has the right to choose her own lifestyle. Since Xiaoqian can stay at home and experience the fun, there is no need to force her to change.

After Chen Zi'ang went out, he was too lazy to find other food. He packed two bowls of ramen and prepared to take them home to share with Wang Yuyan. While he was waiting, he suddenly heard a sound in his ear.

"Master Chen, come to my temple!" The voice was illusory, as if it was just right in my ears, but Chen Zi'ang couldn't tell the source of the sound.

Chen Zi'ang had already heard that the voice came from the mouth of the holy monk, but he looked around but didn't see the holy monk, and he didn't know how to answer him.

"Master Chen, the old monk used the method of transmitting the voice to the secret. I'll wait for you in the temple!" The holy monk said this and disappeared.

Chen Zi'ang was deeply moved. He could also send the voice to the secret, but the only one who could send the voice to the secret from the dilapidated temple hundreds of kilometers away to the secret here is probably the only one who could send the voice to the secret from the dilapidated temple hundreds of kilometers away.

After getting two bowls of ramen, Chen Zi'ang returned to the villa without delay and sat on the bed with Wang Yuyan while eating ramen.

"Husband, I'll feed you." Wang Yuyan picked up a chopstick and stuffed it into Chen Zi'ang's mouth. After eating, Chen Zi'ang smiled and said, "I just fed you yesterday. You'll feed me now. Is this called Li Shang Lian La?"

Wang Yuyan suddenly blushed and said, "Husband, don't talk about this when you are having a meal!"

"Okay, okay, concentrate on eating noodles. After eating noodles, I still have one important thing to do." Chen Zi'ang hurriedly finished a bowl of noodles, walked to the lawn of the manor and flew up with his sword, and flew towards the direction of the ruined temple.

In a cup of tea, Chen Zi'ang had already stood above the Holy Temple, and from the sky, you can directly see the comparison of the two temples below.

The dilapidated temple gate is deserted, and there is a beautifully decorated temple on the other side that is constantly incense, and pilgrims coming and going are crowded with the temple.

Chen Zi'ang shook his head secretly. People in the world are really ignorant. They choose a temple with a bright appearance, not to worship the holy monk.

Found an uninhabited corner and descended, Chen Zi'ang put away the sword of the Heaven and walked into the temple.

The temple is still exactly the same as before, with dilapidated scenes everywhere, spider web knots everywhere, and mice can be heard from time to time. I'm afraid that only the Holy Monk can stay in such a place.

"The donor is here!" The holy monk opened his eyes, his eyes still unscathed.

"Saint monk, why not cultivate the temple?" Chen Zi'ang believed that as long as the holy monk opened his mouth, the five major families in the small world would rush to help the holy monk decorate a brand new treasure temple.

"Mencius cultivates their minds but not their bodies. It is no difference between being bright and beautiful and dilapidated." The holy monk said lightly.

Chen Zi'ang couldn't help but admire him. The holy monk is truly a holy monk. These high-sounding words come from others and he must not believe them, but they can only admire him from the holy monk.

"Master Chen, what do I know if I am looking for you?" asked the holy monk.

"I can't guess." Chen Zi'ang answered honestly.

The holy monk slowly spoke, "I have two magical tools that can help the donor find the remaining magical tools."

"Really?" Chen Zi'ang was overjoyed. If he had such a magic weapon, as long as the magic weapon appeared, he would be able to discover it as soon as possible and seize it before the Secret Sect.

The holy monk nodded, and two items flew out from his palm, one was a mirror and the other was a compass. Their common characteristics were very old.

Chen Zi'ang looked at the mirror, and his face reflected in it, and there was nothing special about it.

He tried the compass again and found that the compass actually rotated the pointer in the direction of the person's rotation. Shouldn't the compass pointer always point in one direction?

However, Chen Zi'ang didn't believe that the Holy Monk called him over from afar to tease him, so he humbly asked, "Holy Monk, how should these two magical instruments be used?"

"If a magical artifact is born, you will naturally know how to use it." The holy monk explained.

Chen Zi'ang nodded. The Holy Monk's speech was relatively reliable. It seemed that only when the magical artifacts appeared could these two magical artifacts play their role.

"Master Chen, I was seriously injured this time. Maybe I can only leave it to you when I look for the remaining artifacts!" Although the holy monk's voice was light, it contained a lot of responsibilities.

"I have no choice!" Chen Zi'ang resisted without hesitation. In this world, he was the only one who could compete with the Secret Sect and others, but Chen Zi'ang had a question in his heart.

"Holy Monk, I heard that the Donghuang Bell is the leader of the ten ancient artifacts. I am afraid that if I find other artifacts, I will not be able to compete with the Secret Cult." Chen Zi'ang still expressed his concerns, but I was afraid that the Donghuang Bell was too powerful and it would be useless to find other artifacts.

"This is true, but the artifacts that can be called ancient artifacts are not ordinary treasures. If one item is obtained or not, it is not enough to compete with the Eastern Emperor Bell, and if it is obtained two..." The Holy Monk did not finish his words, Chen Zi'ang already understood what he meant.

Just like fighting, if you can't fight one, then two fight one. When everyone's strength is not much different, the chances of winning are still very high.

"Holy Monk, I understand!" Chen Zi'ang felt that he had a long way to go, which means he had to obtain at least two magical artifacts, but now he didn't even have one magical artifact on hand.

"Don't be anxious. Donald Chen is a person with great blessings and responsibilities. No matter what kind of crisis, it can be solved easily, and misfortune turns into good luck."

"I borrow your auspicious words!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!