This is what a fairy should be like

Wangxian Temple is actually not in Zhonghai City. Strictly speaking, it is in Gusu City, north of Zhonghai City, but the distance is not too far, about seventy or eighty kilometers.

In this era, Zhonghai City is considered to be a place with a relatively high number of cars in China, but the spacious roads are not too congested.

Leng Zhiheng's driving skills were superb, and he drove quickly in the direction of Suzhou without going too slow. Zhuang Lin, who was sitting in the back seat, didn't feel much bumps at all.

The nearly 80-kilometer journey, mostly on urban roads, actually arrived in just over an hour, which was quite fast.

By the time the car drove to the foot of Wangxian Mountain, it was only close to noon.

The development of tourism resources in this era does not seem to be very prosperous, but Wangxian Mountain is well-known locally and even in surrounding areas. Naturally, people come to worship all year round. And because of Liu Shihao's independence, Wangxian Temple has become even more famous in the past few years. noise.

Therefore, during the day on weekdays, there are also some pilgrims nearby preparing to climb the mountain.

Leng Zhiheng had no intention of stopping and drove straight up the mountain along the road with twists and turns.

"This path up the mountain was donated and built by the boss. Originally, although Wangxian Temple was prosperous, it was just a dilapidated small Taoist temple on the mountain. But now it is different. It has been built magnificently!"

"Really, then Wangxian Temple was originally a small local temple?"

"That's not true. Wangxian Mountain is also famous for its beautiful mountains and beautiful waters. Wangxian Temple is still very famous. Because of the relationship with the boss, we also know a little bit about it. The history of the temple has been hundreds of years, and the original ancient buildings have been preserved after reconstruction. Well, it’s recorded in the Gusu Natural History of the Old Dynasty, so it’s not that short of time, right?”

Zhuang Lin and Leng Zhiheng chatted one after another while constantly looking outside through the car window, sensing the environment far and near.

Obviously, the so-called famous Lingshan Xiushui can't feel any spiritual energy. Maybe there is an occasional trace as thin as a floating catkins in the sky, but it quickly disappears like a floating catkins.

"arrive!"

When Leng Zhiheng's words came, the car had stopped in the parking lot on the side of the mountain. The parking lot was not small, but there were few cars parked there. After all, this was not Zhonghai City, and there were not that many private cars.

Zhuang Lin and Leng Zhiheng got out of the car. The latter took out his cigarette case and asked with a smile when he saw the former.

"You don't mind? Do you want one?"

Zhuang Lin shook his head and walked towards Wangxian Temple, which was a little further away. There was no wall built here. The parking lot was in a square, and at the inner end was a main hall.

Leng Zhiheng was smoking next to the car while watching Zhuang Lin leave. He also saw the curious looks of the few pilgrims around him towards Zhuang Lin.

"Beep, beep..."

Leng Zhiheng held a cigarette in his mouth and put aside the hem of his suit. He saw a few electronic words displayed on the pager: What are you doing? Call me back to explain the situation if it's convenient.

While Leng Zhiheng was sipping his cigarette butt and smoking, he opened the car door and took out a heavy mobile phone, and then started making calls.

"Hey! Well, I've finished shopping. No, I'm not in Zhonghai. I'm at Wangxian Temple. He said he would leave after seeing this... Oh, wait a minute, I have to follow..."

Leng Zhiheng was on the phone and found that Zhuang Lin had gone far away. He quickly put down the phone and followed him quickly.

At this moment, Zhuang Lin was standing in front of the largest building in Wangxian Temple. The three characters "Wangxian Temple" were written on the plaque. This was obviously a new building rather than the restoration of an ancient building.

Pilgrims nearby were whispering there, and some even thought that this was a Taoist priest who was dressed a little differently than usual.

There were several Taoists at the main hall explaining the situation to some pilgrims. Judging from the clothes of those pilgrims, they should be the owners of a few cars except Zhuang Lin and the others.

Leng Zhiheng walked quickly and saw Zhuang Lin standing at the door.

"Master Zhuang, why don't you go in?"

Zhuang Lin didn't reply. There was a shadow of Tai Chi's yin and yang hidden in the depths of his eyes. He looked at the statue in the main hall.

It seemed that the Sanqing was not being enshrined here, but a god that Zhuang Lin didn't know, but he looked very majestic standing there holding a token.

But in Zhuang Lin's eyes, he could see through the essence of the statue at a glance.

It was indeed an era of depleted spiritual energy, but there seemed to be something in the statue, but Zhuang Lin felt very strange just looking at it.

On the head of the statue, between the eyebrows, there is a group of light that is changing slightly. It looks a bit like a third eye. Although most of the outside is light gold, other colors will pop out from time to time.

Over there, there were pilgrims offering incense and then kowtowing to the statue. Zhuang Lin squinted and could faintly see the breath floating above the heads of the pilgrims, gray and dim...

This kind of breath soon floats with the incense, and is faintly connected to the light above. At this time, the halo will twist more violently.

Leng Zhiheng on the side looked at Zhuang Lin, who seemed to have been looking at the statues and pilgrims inside, but he didn't go in or talk. He felt weird but didn't bother him. You can watch it if you like.

"Sigh, sad..."

Zhuang Lin finally spoke, but this sigh made Leng Zhiheng on the side even more confused.

"Master Zhuang, what are you talking about?"

Zhuang Lin shook his head and stopped talking. Nowadays, the so-called god has no spiritual energy. He seems to be able to maintain a part of his existence purely by relying on the power of some incense, but he has been completely kidnapped by the incense.

But people often worship their own desires. After such a long time, even gods will be distorted by desires.

Perhaps there is no reason anymore, it is just the instinct to maintain its own existence, how can we not sigh, how can we not be sad?

Zhuang Lin stood at the door for a while. Although the door of the temple was large enough, it also attracted the attention of the Taoists and pilgrims inside.

At this time, Leng Zhiheng appeared beside Zhuang Lin. A Taoist inside reacted immediately and hurried to the door of the temple with joy.

"It turned out to be Mr. Leng. Is Mr. Liu here too?"

The Taoist said as he walked out and looked around. Naturally, he did not see Liu Shihao.

Leng Zhiheng shook his head and sighed.

"Mr. Liu has passed away. I came here today with this Zhuang... uh, Mr. Zhuang. He seems to have something to do. You can help him if you can..."

The Taoist was somewhat surprised to hear the news of Liu Shihao's death.

"Alas, Mr. Liu is a kind man... Oh, this could be... Which Taoist friend?"

The Taoist looked at Zhuang Lin carefully. This outfit really didn't look like an ordinary person. This look full of ancient charm, but natural and calm, made people wonder if he was a Taoist with special clothes.

"Me, Taoist friend?"

Zhuang Lin laughed when he heard it.

"Hahahahahaha... It's appropriate, it's appropriate!"

Zhuang Lin didn't need to pretend in front of others, and he didn't need to be cautious. After laughing, he looked at the Taoist who was a little surprised and said his purpose straight to the point.

"Master, Zhuang is here for only one thing. Please let me take a look at the formation map book left by old Taoist Jingyu, or you can give it to me at a price!"

Zhuang Lin's way of speaking was not like that of an ordinary person, but when he heard his purpose, the Taoist suddenly looked embarrassed and glanced at Leng Zhiheng before saying.

"Well, it's not convenient for you to talk standing at the door, and it's noisy outside. Please follow me inside first, okay?"

Zhuang Lin didn't say much, and followed the Taoist into the hall.

At this moment, a ray of light suddenly shone from the statue in the hall. Zhuang Lin immediately raised his head and glanced, and a light flashed in his eyes.

Swish~

The light came back and hit the statue.

"Rumble, rumble, rumble..."

The statue in the hall shook, and the hall trembled slightly, shaking down a lot of dust.

"Ah? What's wrong?" "What's going on?"

"Earthquake?" "Get out first, get out first!"

The people in the hall screamed and rushed out of the hall, taking Zhuang Lin and others back outside.

But when they got outside, it seemed that nothing had happened. Except for the layer of ash in the hall, everything just now seemed to be just an illusion.

The other Taoists were comforting the pilgrims, while the people nearby were talking about it curiously, and basically they didn't understand it at all.

But someone was looking at Zhuang Lin, the Taoist who received him. In his eyes, the man just now suddenly looked at the statue, and a halo flashed in his eyes, and then the statue shook the hall.

This is definitely not an illusion!

"This, Taoist friend... no, Taoist priest, what is your immortal name, where do you practice?"

The Taoist became more cautious when speaking. The man in front of him has real skills. The master said that since the end of the law, the real masters are almost gone, and it is difficult to see one in a lifetime.

To put it in a mysterious way, the person you meet may even be a god who has descended to the earth, because it is difficult for a pure mortal to cultivate skills visible to the naked eye in such an era...

Leng Zhiheng swallowed his saliva and looked at Zhuang Lin. In fact, he also saw it just now, but he comforted himself that he might have seen the reflection of the candle wrongly.

But now looking at the attitude of the Taoist priest next to him, maybe he also saw it?

Zhuang Lin now savored the feeling just now. The light seemed to have no malice. It was just because it seemed to carry a strong desire that he had some misunderstandings and overreacted.

What was that desire?

Zhuang Lin looked at the pilgrims around him who were still in shock and talking about it, and he roughly understood it in his heart.

Because he did not have any desires, and even faintly revealed a bit of righteousness, such a person in this era, for the gods inside, was a real treasure, or the faith of such a person was.

So he instinctively tried his best to make me feel something special?

At the same time, Zhuang Lin also understood one thing, this god, so weak.

Just the backlash of a divine light just now, the halo on the statue was already unstable, and this was the so-called prosperous Wangxian Temple.

But it was right, it would be strange if it was strong, or from another perspective, it was already amazing to still exist!

Since leaving the Hidden Immortal Valley until now, Zhuang Lin finally had a relatively complete concept of the cruel reality of the depletion of spiritual energy in modern times.

The thought only lasted a moment. Zhuang Lin looked at the Taoist in front of him, and seeing his nervous and excited expression, he thought for a moment and bowed slightly.

"My last name is Zhuang Lin, but I am just a passerby. Let's talk about the formation atlas!"

"Okay, okay, Taoist priest, please follow me, please!"

The Taoist's attitude and enthusiasm were several levels higher than when he saw Leng Zhiheng just now...