Chapter 1708 (1/2)

With the admiration and awe of the young priests, mu Hanyan and others left Fengcheng temple.

”By the way, where is Huayu temple?” Mu Hanyan asked suddenly.

”It's just to the northwest of Mujia village. If you go by the path behind sunrise peak, it's about 600 miles away.” Ye Yian said.

”So close, I'll accompany you to Mujia village first, and then go to Huayu temple.” Sikong Qinglan obviously don't know where the wooden village is, more don't know the distance so close, smell speech surprise said.

Mu Hanyan looks at Ye Yi'an suspiciously. Mujia village is more than 1000 li away from Fengcheng temple, but only 600 li away from Huayu temple. He chooses Fengcheng Temple instead. Isn't this to seek distance from the near?

When Sikong Qinglan took the initiative to invite them to the Huayu temple to take part in the assessment, ye Yian hesitated. Mu Hanyan secretly guessed that there was a hidden crisis in the Huayu temple, which was likely to be bad for him, so he gave up the near and looked for a long way.

But now that she has made up her mind to speak, and ye Yian doesn't object any more, she can't change her words.

”Just a moment, my carriage is still in the back.” Sikong Qinglan said and quickly ran to the back of the temple.

Mu Hanyan wanted to ask about Huayu temple, but seeing that there were many people around, he gave up the idea for the time being.

After a while, Sikong Qinglan drove a carriage to join several people. See Sikong Qinglan that carriage, bathe cold smoke slightly a stay.

What kind of carriage is it? It's clearly an ox cart. The old ox who pulls the cart has muddy eyes and is skinny. He is estimated to be much older than Sikong Qinglan. The carriage itself is solid and strong, but the shaft and frame are extremely old and full of traces of wind and frost from top to bottom.

At this time, Sikong Qinglan no longer had the elegance of the praying priest. She was wearing a coarse cloth robe with a lot of patches. How could she look like those windy and sunny farmers in Mujia village? She was not as bright as Mutu.

”I'm afraid I'll break my robe on the way, so I change my clothes.” Notice mu Hanyan slightly surprised eyes, Sikong Qinglan some embarrassed, face red again.

”Oh, let's go.” Mu Hanyan didn't care too much.

Thrift is a virtue. As a priest, it's normal to be simple.

Originally, mu Hanyan wanted to stay in Tianfeng city for one night, but he accidentally offended some of the most prominent priests in Fengcheng temple and made the temple uneasy. Finally, he refused the offer of the chief priest. Mu Hanyan didn't want to stay in Tianfeng city for fear of further trouble.

”Why don't you eat before you leave?” Ling Baobao looks at mu Hanyan with begging eyes.

Traveling thousands of miles and tasting all kinds of delicious food is the lifelong pursuit of Lingda.

”Yes, yes, we can go after dinner.” Mutu's eyes were bright and agreed.

”All right.” Mu Han nodded and said.

Young master Ling has this interest. She doesn't want to disappoint him. Besides, she's hungry after living in the open and eating dry food for several days.

Sikong Qinglan seems to want to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.

The prosperity of Tianfeng city is no less than the county city of Shengting mainland. When you come here, you can see many restaurants. Anyway, she is not familiar with her life and land, and she is not a foodie. There is nothing to be picky about. Just look for a restaurant that is eye-catching.

”I'm afraid this restaurant is not cheap.” When entering the door, seeing the grand hall, Mutu said with insufficient confidence.

”What are you afraid of? I have plenty of money.” Ling Baobao said boldly and took out a few pieces of silver in his hand. Judging from his bulging package, he should still carry a lot of them.