Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

Chapter 671 The Weird Yongle Palace

"If you're afraid, you don't have to follow."

Looking back at Jiang Ya who followed, Ye Fan grinned and said: "As long as you ask, I can give you some oceans, and find a place to continue eating and drinking."

"Afraid? Who is afraid?"

Hearing this, Jiang Ya was a little embarrassed, because he had made a secret calculation just now.

This trip to Izumo City is a bad omen.

The only way to survive is to follow Ye Fan and Uncle Jiu. Only in this way can he have a chance to get better breasts, otherwise he will die.

It is difficult for him to guide others to be auspicious in disaster, but he can see the good and bad of his own future.

Therefore, after hearing Ye Fan's words, the dead duck's mouth was stiff.

Whatever you lose, you can't lose face in front of Jiang Yu'er.

Yongle Palace is located at the southernmost tip of Izumo City.

Generally speaking, Taoist temples are not built in lively places in the city.

Those who practice cultivation, pay attention to quietness, in order to get rid of the chaos of the world.

Therefore, most Taoist temples are built on famous mountains.

Ye Fan and Uncle Jiu didn't use mana, instead they just took a look at the flowers, as if they were clearly here to play.

After all, both of them have to take care of Jiang Ya and Jiang Yuer who follow behind like follower.

Because the walking speed is not fast, when the group came to Yongle Palace, the sky was already dark, and the silver moon was hanging above the star-studded sky.

Ye Fan and Uncle Jiu walked side by side, stepped forward generously, and directly knocked on the door of the Taoist temple.

"Come on, don't knock!"

An impatient voice came from behind the door.

Not long after, the sound of rapid footsteps sounded.

With a creak, the door opened.

A middle-aged Taoist figure stood behind the door: "It's so late, what's up with you?"

"Stay overnight!" Ye Fan's face was gentle, making people feel good after seeing it, and his voice was warm.

"Stay overnight?" The middle-aged Taoist was obviously stunned for a moment, looked at Ye Fan a few times, and glanced at Jiu Shu and the three of them: "There are inns and restaurants in the city, and the environment is much better than our Taoist temple. Why do you come here?"

"I met a thief on my way, my purse was stolen, and I'm now penniless." Ye Fan lied without blinking his eyes, and said with a smile: "I heard that the real Lingxiao of Yongle Palace is compassionate and willing to do good, so I thought of coming to stay overnight." One night, I hope it will be convenient."

Listening to Ye Fan's words, even Uncle Jiu couldn't help raising his brows, and Jiang Ya and Jiang Yu'er's facial muscles twitched even more.

Judging from their expressions, they should be complaining that Ye Fan is a big liar.

"Sorry, the room is full."

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged Taoist still looked impatient when Ye Fan flattered him so much, and he directly took back the person and said, "Hurry up, don't mess around here."

Having said that, the middle-aged Taoist priest is about to close the door.

However, at this moment, an old voice came from the courtyard: "Qinglian, who is outside the door?"

"Ah?" The Taoist priest known as Qinglian trembled, and fear flashed in his eyes.

He desperately moved towards Ye Fan's big rock snake, and at the same time responded: "Master, it's nothing..."

"We're here for the night."

Before Qinglian finished speaking, Ye Fan's voice sounded: "Is it convenient?"

"Hey, why don't you listen to persuasion." Qinglian looked anxious, waiting for Ye Fan to hate iron for not being steel.

However, the old voice in the courtyard sounded again: "It is a guest from afar, how can Qinglian wait for the guest slowly, and not hurry to clean up the room."

"Yes, Master."

Qinglian seemed very afraid of the owner of the voice, sighed slightly, took a deep look at Ye Fan and the others, shook her head and walked straight towards the guest room.

Chapter 672 Everyone has their own thoughts, rambling about!

Not far behind the door is the shadow wall, beyond the shadow wall is the courtyard, and at the end of the courtyard is the Xiangtang.

An old man with silver hair was sitting cross-legged on the futon, and when he saw Ye Fan and his party coming in, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"My apprentice is ignorant, and several guests should not take offense." The old man said gently, his face full of compassion.

"It doesn't matter." Ye Fan waved his hand and scanned the incense hall.

Uncle Jiu was also observing Xiangtang and Lao Dao, only Jiang Ya led Jiang Yuer's salesman and followed Ye Fan step by step, too nervous to speak.

The moment Jiang Ya stepped into the Taoist temple, he felt like his hairs stood on end, and the gloomy aura made him very uncomfortable.

Although he is not a martial arts cultivator, nor is he a Xuan cultivator, a fortune teller is naturally sensitive to crises.

"How many are foreigners?" the old man asked with a smile.

Ye Fan nodded, cupped his hands and said, "I came here to do some small business, but my purse was stolen. In desperation, I had no choice but to come to the Taoist temple to bother me."