Wang Chong was also very surprised. Yan Dzi was rarely so considerate. He continued to walk as he said, but he did not see a desolate and uninhabited temple.

I don’t know when this dilapidated temple was built. Only one main hall is still complete. All the other buildings collapsed and there were no monks worshipping them for at least decades.

Wang Chong was too lazy to clean it, but he just brushed his sleeves and a stream of energy cleared the dust in a piece of place in front of the Buddha statue, and sat on the ground, intending to practice the 72nd body refining technique until dawn.

He meditated for two or three hours, and it was already in the middle of the moon. Suddenly, he heard noisy voices outside the temple.

Wang Chong still brushed his sleeves, and a pure yang internal force stirred up, igniting a broken altar in the hall.

He was very satisfied with his skill.

Wang Chong has now practiced the eight extraordinary meridians and twelve meridians many times, changed the internal strength and mind method, and it does not take much time to penetrate the meridians each time.

Although you can't change your mind by thinking and change your mind in a moment, it is no longer a problem to change the true qi of one or two meridians between breathing.

Just now, Wang Chong transformed one or two percent of his skills to the Yuanyang true qi, and ignited the altar with the cruelty of the Yuanyang true qi.

After igniting the altar, Wang Chong's true qi was transformed and then transformed into the Qi2nd refining the true qi. The whole process was like flowing clouds and flowing water, as he wanted.

A fire suddenly lit in the hall, and the noisy voices outside suddenly became quiet.

Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing brocade clothes, round and fat, and quite amiable, walked in.

He wore a sword on his waist and carried a lantern in his hand. When he saw Wang Chong, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked kindly: "I took my family by the way, and missed the place to stay. I wonder if I can stay overnight?"

Wang Chong nodded slightly and said, "I'm just passing by. Sir, please do whatever you want and don't care about me."

An Xunyou is a man with steady steps and good martial arts skills, but at a glance, you can tell that if you don’t understand magic, Wang Chong naturally doesn’t care, and it’s convenient for others.

An Xunyou walked out with a lantern. After a while, he walked in with a beautiful young woman. The young woman also brought two children, one was seven or eight years old, a cute little girl from Yuxue, and the other was four or five years old, a silly and cute boy.

The two of them also followed seven or eight martial artists and an old family member. The old family entered the dilapidated temple, frowned slightly, and then gave a few instructions in a low voice. Several martial artists immediately started to work, and in half a stick of incense, the dilapidated temple was cleaned a lot.

Although it has not yet reached the point and has been completely renewed, at least there is no dust.

The old family then spread a thick blanket and invited the wife and the two little masters to sit down and rest. An Xunyou smiled and invited, "Young Master, come and sit together!"

The old man frowned slightly, obviously he didn't want Wang Chong to sit with him. Wang Chong was so busy that he couldn't say anything clean, but he obviously followed the rules of his subordinates and did not say much in front of his master.

Wang Chong laughed and said, "No, no! I see Brother An is so majestic, steady, and dares to take his family to travel at night, but he has no aura of a man from the martial arts world. Could it be a military officer in the court?"

An Xunyou's face was slightly embarrassed, but his old family snatched the words: "Our young master does not understand martial arts, we are not officials, but the young master admits his mistake."

An Xunyou's wife also secretly pulled his clothes. The amiable middle-aged man smiled awkwardly, as if he had agreed to the old family's statement.

Wang Chong didn't say much. Since the other party refused to admit it, he had no idea of ​​being troublesome.

There was a bloody smell on this group of people. It must have been a fight, especially An Xunyou and his wife. There was a lot of dust. Don’t look at An Xunyou’s wife’s timidity and beauty, but her martial arts should still be above her husband.

Wang Chong traveled alone this time, only brought a small jade gourd, which contained the Star Douli Smoke Sword given by his master Ling Suer, and there was no other thing left.

I thought to him that as long as I arrived at Yangzhou City, I could get back two Nether snakes, Yuanyang Sword, Taihao Ring, and all things. If there are other things around me, it would be redundant.

Wang Chong didn't even have any gifts on him, and there was not a single package. An Xunyou was rough and could not see any strangeness. However, his family and his wife had long seen that Wang Chong was strange. Their family was in trouble and did not dare to get involved in such "strange people".

An Xunyou was quite talkative, and he chatted with Wang Chong in one go.

Wang Chong did not refuse people from thousands of miles away. He was knowledgeable and a fairy, with a wide range of knowledge and could say a few words about all kinds of strange stories, even if he was a poet, book and article, he was also very beautiful, and he was quite intimate in chatting with An Xunyou.

The kind middle-aged man suddenly asked, "Young Master Tang! You said... are there really gods in this world?"

Wang Chong couldn't help but be stunned and asked back: "Brother An, why did you ask this?"

An Xunyou said in a little unfair manner: "If there are really gods and immortals in the world and the power of heaven, why don't they help the world? Even ordinary people like me know that gods and immortals have magic power, how can they not know? Where can they not see it? Why do they just sit and watch the world's evils but have traces of vagueness?"

Wang Chong knew that ordinary people were rare to practitioners. Practitioners either avoid ordinary people, live in seclusion in famous mountains and rivers, overseas islands, or they would be mixed with the world and be in harmony with the world, so as not to let ordinary people see the clues.

But since he was born and remembered, he was in the mind of the heart of heaven, so he had never experienced the worldly life.

Although Tianxin View is a sub-level sect, it is also a gateway for practice. Wang Chong wants to get to know practitioners from all sects of good and evil, which is much easier than those from Yanbei people, and those of martial arts masters such as Wenli, and is far more than ordinary people. Therefore, he has never had the idea of ​​such ordinary people.

Wang Chong was stunned for a while before saying, "I am not a god, so I don't know what the gods think, but... in their eyes, we are ordinary people like ants, which are too humble, so we don't care."

This is not Wang Chong's idea, but the orthodox concept of the Demon Sect.

The devil sect only wants to seek a heavenly demon fruit position, boundless magic power, and all the goals are directed at the practice. How can you care about the birth, old age, sickness, death, suffering, sickness, and old age of ordinary people?

Even Wang Chong himself still remembers it all, and never forgets it. How can he steal the best skills of other schools, get rid of the Tianxin View of his origin, and cultivate the Tiangang Dayan.

Wang Chong is a pragmatic person. He is born in the view of Tianxin. Even if it is not easy to break through Tiangang, he can achieve Dayan as good as the ancestor. He has never thought about what happened after Dayan.

An Xunyou smiled and said, "Yes, I just thought too much, which made Brother Tang laugh."

Wang Chong also smiled and replied, "I also want to know what those gods think, but they are not as deep as Brother An thinks."
Chapter completed!