This time, they successfully entered the gate of Luoxian Temple.
From the outside, the Taoist temple was filled with a fairy-like aura, pure and awe-inspiring, perfectly matching the world's impression of "immortal fate". However, when he walked in, the surrounding light and shadow suddenly became sticky. Liu Fuguang looked around and felt that no matter the scenery or people, they were all covered with a layer of sticky oily sheen, and there was a heavy smell of oil in the air, which made people feel like they were falling into a quagmire, and their body and mind became uncomfortable.
He was still thinking, Yan Huan was already very agitated, roaring in his throat, his dark tentacles like waves, rising and falling under his skin. He stared at Liu Fuguang, his dragon horns itching, wishing he could rub his lover all over, so that he could use his own breath to violently drive away this greasy smell.
"What's that smell?" Liu Fuguang asked.
Yan Huan was silent for a moment, then reluctantly replied in a low voice: "... Lust, this is the smell of lust."
How could he allow his lover to be tainted with the aura of desire that did not belong to him? The evil dragon's nine eyes spun rapidly, already searching for the person who was in charge in this fantasy. For this desire, he had to peel off the other person's skin alive and let him choke to death on his own internal organs!
But after hearing this, Liu Fuguang immediately started looking for Jin Cuixu's whereabouts. According to Yan Huan, if she returned to Luoxian Temple, wouldn't that be like returning to a dangerous place
As he was thinking this, several flashing arrows suddenly appeared on the ground, following the path and winding into the depths of the building, like a guide.
"Let's go," Liu Fuguang pulled the irritable Yan Huan, "Let's go take a look."
The two men followed the arrows and walked forward. The Taoist servants they met on the road all had blurry faces, like faded puppets, and their gestures were very scary. The puppets ignored them, and Liu Fuguang and Yan Huan also treated them as air and walked straight in the direction of the arrows.
Finally, they stopped outside the main hall and heard voices inside.
"... Yingchan, you have done very well, very well. Who in the sect can compare to your fame and achievements? Alas, we in Luoxian Temple are increasingly unable to keep you!" A strong male voice sighed, "I think, as we said before, Beihai Biyun Palace also values you very much, and they are a famous sect..."
"Yingchan" should be Jin Cuixu's Taoist name, because the next second, Liu Fuguang heard her panicked young voice: "Master, you are embarrassing me! Although the Taoist temple didn't give birth to me, it raised me well. How can Yingchan be such an ungrateful villain and abandon the Taoist temple?"
The uncle laughed twice, his laughter was all lonely: "Yingchan, you have this intention, and the uncle appreciates your kindness, but how can the uncle not consider you? Your uncle has been in seclusion for many years, you are not an outsider, the uncle is just saying something treasonous to you... Your master passed away early, and my cultivation is not good enough. Now your uncle is dead or alive, and there are few people in Luoxian Temple who can take the lead? You should make plans as soon as possible, the uncle is also thinking about you..."
Jin Cuixu stamped her feet and almost cried anxiously: "Uncle Zhenyang, don't say that. Luoxian Temple is my home. Are you going to kick me out?"
"We cultivators are supposed to cut off worldly ties and make the world our home," Zhenyang's tone suddenly became stern, "Yingchan, control your childish temper!"