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.


    "Where did you get the money?" Mu Hanyan looks at Ling Baobao in surprise.


    This guy often relies on her to bet with people and pick up a lot of money in the holy land, but like her, most of them are silver tickets, and I don''t know where to get so much silver.


    "It''s all from the people in the village." Ling Baobao rightfully said.


    "You, you cheated so much money out of us." Mutu said with gnashing teeth.


    "This can''t be called cheating. They sent it to me on their own initiative." Ling Baobao said with disapproval.


    "Hum!" Mutu stares at Ling Baobao and is too lazy to pay any attention to him.


    Mu Hanyan secretly shakes his head. No wonder the Mu clan hates Ling Baobao so much. They all want to kill him if they want to change him.


    I found a table by the window and ordered some dishes. Before long, the dishes were on the table.


    Although there is not much difference between the folk customs of the land of God and the land of the holy court, the rules are different, the products are also different, and the dishes made are naturally quite different. However, as the saying goes, food is the most important thing for the people, the dishes on this table are still perfect in color and flavor.


    In addition to all kinds of dishes, Ling Baobao also ordered several pots of good wine. Although Mutu is still angry with Ling Baobao, as soon as the food comes up, he can''t care to be angry. He eats with Ling Baobao''s big eater, and his mouth is full of oil. While he drinks good wine, his mouth is full of praise."Brother Xiaobao, eat, eat. Only Tianfeng city can make such a good dish. When you go back to Mujia village, you won''t have such a good taste." Mutu said as he nibbled at the meat.


    "Big brother Mu also eats. It''s my treat today. Don''t be polite to anyone. Let''s eat freely." Ling Baobao said, patting Mutu on the shoulder while eating and drinking like wind and clouds.


    "Brother Xiaobao, let''s drink." Mutu also took Ling Baobao''s shoulder and drank the wine in one gulp.


    Mu Hanyan and ye Yian look at each other. They are all black lines. Just now they are full of resentment. They are brothers so soon. I can''t understand the world of food.


    "You''re welcome, sir. Eat." See Sikong Qinglan''s throat rolling from time to time, but only occasionally move chopsticks, is very constrained appearance, mu Hanyan advised.


    "Well, I''m full." Sikong Qinglan said.


    "Full?" Mu Hanyan looks at Sikong Qinglan suspiciously and remembers that he didn''t move chopsticks several times.


    "I have a small appetite." Sikong Qinglan began to be shy again.


    Listen to him say so, mu Hanyan also no longer advised. Turning around, mu Hanyan was stunned.


    That is to say a few words with Sikong Qinglan, the dishes on the table are half less.


    Miss Mu did not dare to be distracted any more and quickly picked up chopsticks to eat. Although it''s not like Ling Baobao, you can''t go back hungry.


    Beside, ye Yi''an is not slighted, has long been open to eat.


    Mu Hanyan glanced at him sympathetically and came to the land of God for a thousand years. The old man probably didn''t eat anything decent, and he was greedy for a long time.


    In several people''s rivalry, especially Ling Baobao and Mutu, under a gust of wind and cloud, it didn''t take long for the food on the table to be swept away.


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