Mu Qingxiao frowned as he sat by the window and drank a glass of strong liquor. He listened to the guests talk about everything under the sun.
He did not hear any of the guests in the hall talking about Lanruo Temple. Instead, they were talking about some irrelevant things.
Logically speaking, a place like Lanruo Temple was something that the residents of the town could talk about for an entire afternoon.
"This is the signature dish of our inn's chef, Luhu Fish. Sir, please try it."
A moment later, The Waiter placed a pot of delicious fish on the table.
Putting the wine cup on the table, Mu Qingxiao picked up his chopsticks, picked up the fragrant fish, and put it in his mouth. He slowly tasted it.
"It's really good. I'll give it to you."
After praising the chef's skills, Mu Qingxiao took out a few taels of silver and placed them on the table.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."
Taking the shiny silver, The Waiter's eyes were filled with excitement.
This time, he really met a rich man. He put the silver into his pocket and said flatteringly, "Sir, if there's anything you need, just let me know."
Nodding slightly, Mu Qingxiao said, "That's good. I happen to have some things that I need to know."
"Sir, please ask. I'll tell you everything I know."
"I want to know about Lanruo Temple."
As soon as he finished speaking, the discussion in the inn's hall stopped instantly. The entire place became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. The atmosphere was extremely strange.
The guests who were talking to each other stopped talking and turned their heads. They stared at Mu Qingxiao with complicated and strange eyes. There was even a trace of reverence in their eyes.
As for The Waiter, the smile on his face had long frozen. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were full of fear.
"Lan … Lanruo Temple. Sir, are you kidding?"
Picking up a piece of fish and putting it in his mouth, Mu Qingxiao naturally took in the guests' expressions. However, his expression was still calm.
"Do you think I'm joking with you?"
"No, no, no. Are you a Demon Hunter?"
Mu Qingxiao knew very little about the Demon Hunters that The Waiter mentioned. He should be talking about people like Yan Chixia, right?
"I'm not the Yao Hunter you're talking about, but I do have some means to protect myself."
As soon as she finished speaking, the guests in the living room looked at Mu Qingxiao differently. Some were disdainful, some were curious, and some were gloating.
After eating a mouthful of fish, Mu Qingxiao took out some gold and placed it on the table. "Continue."
Looking at the gold on the table, The Waiter swallowed his saliva. He suppressed his fear and said, "Sir, you are a good person. I advise you not to go to Lanruo Temple. Many people have died there recently."
"Hmm, why?"
"I … I heard that there are mountain spirits and monsters in Lanruo Temple, and … there are also female ghosts who specialize in eating humans. In the past month, no less than four or five people have died, and they all died very tragically."
The Waiter's legs were trembling as he spoke.
It was no wonder that no one talked about Lanruo Temple. Obviously, regardless of whether it was the people of that era, they were filled with fear towards mountain spirits and ghosts.
In their eyes, immortals were Bodhisattvas who saved the world, while mountain spirits and ghosts were terrifying beings who harmed and ate humans.
As soon as The Waiter finished speaking, Mu Qingxiao's mind was filled with thoughts. Lanruo Temple was the territory of the Thousand-Year Tree Demon. There were indeed mountain spirits and ghosts in there.
"The gold is yours."
After eating and drinking, Mu Qingxiao followed The Waiter to a first-class room on the second floor. Seeing that The Waiter seemed to want to say something, Mu Qingxiao smiled casually.
No matter if it was a mountain spirit or a wandering ghost, to him, they were all just ants.
The room was clean and tidy. There was a bamboo balcony outside. At night, one could clearly see the stars and moon in the sky. Compared to this era, it was very nice.
Standing on the balcony, Mu Qingxiao glanced to the west. At the end of his line of sight, there was a haze. It looked very strange and out of place.
The Waiter said that in the entire Guobei Town, only the black forest to the west was covered in haze all year round. They were used to it.
The black forest was where Lanruo Temple was located.
As time went by, the sun set in the west, and the sky was filled with light.
Near the black forest, the space rippled slightly, and Mu Qingxiao appeared in the sky.
At this moment, what entered his eyes was an incomparably dim forest. Under his feet was a broken and dilapidated bluestone path. The surroundings were overgrown with weeds, and it was completely desolate.
He turned around and looked back. This place was a bit far from Guobei Town. No wonder the residents dared to live in the town.
Looking at the desolate forest, Mu Qingxiao walked up the broken stone path. The path twisted and turned, and he didn't know where it led to.
The night was dark. The sun had set, and the entire black forest was dark. Chilly winds blew occasionally, and wolves howled in the depths of the forest.
If he were an ordinary person, he would have been scared out of his wits, not to mention going deeper into the forest.
Suddenly, a white figure flashed by. Mu Qingxiao glanced at it casually, then looked away and walked into the forest unhurriedly.
About ten minutes later, Mu Qingxiao stopped. What he saw was a dilapidated and desolate ancient temple.
After so many storms, the temple was dilapidated. The plaque at the door was covered in cobwebs, but the words written on it were clearly visible.
"Lanruo Temple!"
Lanruo Temple was about the story of Nie Xiaoqian, Yan Chixia, and Ning Caichen.
There were monsters and ghosts here. For ordinary people, it was a place where they couldn't get out. As for why Ning Caichen, who was an ordinary person, was fine, it could only be because of his powerful protagonist aura.
Also, Big Beard Yan Chixia played a role in it.
According to the plot, Yan Chixia could control a flying sword and kill ghosts, which was an ability that only a Foundation Building Cultivator could have.
The sky was dark, and chilly winds blew in the ancient temple. Standing next to the collapsed stone tablet, Mu Qingxiao thought for a while, then walked in.
The stone steps in front of the temple were incomplete. They were bumpy, overgrown with weeds, and covered in dust. Poisonous insects crawled by from time to time.
Lanruo Temple covered a large area. It should have been a temple with good incense in the past, but for some reason, it was now in such a dilapidated state.
At this time, the environment of Lanruo Temple was quiet and quiet. If not for the gloomy atmosphere, it would be a good place to cultivate.
Walking into the east side of the temple, he opened the window and casually rolled it up. The debris and dust on the ground were washed out of the window, and it became much cleaner in an instant.
Mu Qingxiao found a wooden plank and sat cross-legged on the ground. He closed his eyes to rest and began to cultivate the Burning Silence in his body.
Not long after, the door of the temple opened, and a middle-aged man with a long sword on his back walked in. When he saw Mu Qingxiao, he stopped in his tracks, and his eyes were filled with a strange look.
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