Although they were at a fairly close distance, Shen Luo could still see the faces of the old man and the young man at a glance.
The young man was wearing the uniform of a Chunqiu Temple disciple, but his long black hair was not tied up in a bun like the others. Instead, his hair was tied up high and pinned casually with a wooden hairpin.
He has a thin figure but a very handsome appearance. He is Gu Hualing, one of the three inner disciples.
Standing opposite Gu Hualing was a tall, dark-complexioned old man.
He had a circle of short gray beard around his lips, which was trimmed very neatly. He wore a smooth and seamless Tai Chi Taoist robe, and a lotus crown on his head that was exactly the same as Master Feng Yang's. He looked meticulous and quite majestic.
Shen Luo actually knew this person. He was Gu Hualing's master, Wang Qingsong.
I have seen him several times in front of the Sanqing Temple on teaching days before. He was very detailed in teaching and preaching to them, and his lectures were clearer and easier to understand than those of Master Luo and Master Fengyang. However, he was too old-fashioned and serious, and the disciples were a little afraid of him.
“Are they teaching each other martial arts?” Shen Luo was stunned, wondering in his heart.
If it was really Uncle Wang who was teaching the ancient spirit transformation magic here, his current behavior would be suspected of stealing the skills and breaking the rules.
However, Uncle Wang just glanced at him, seemed to recognize him as a registered disciple with a special identity, and then he snorted coldly and walked away with a stern face.
Gu Hualing, however, smiled and waved at him from a distance as a greeting.
Shen Luo looked embarrassed and could only wave at him from a distance. In his heart, he felt a little more favorable towards this senior brother Gu, whom he seldom met.
After saying hello, Gu Hualing turned around and chased after Master Wang, and soon they were walking side by side with him.
When the two walked a little further away, Shen Luo shifted his gaze and looked further away, wanting to look somewhere else.
At this moment, his ears suddenly moved up and down, and the expression on his face changed. His eyes once again shifted to the master and disciple who were gradually walking away.
"He appears here, could he have heard what we are saying? Should we just give him a ride? Few people come here, so it's a perfect place to bury people." Gu Hualing said as he paced.
Shen Luo's heart skipped a beat and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
Even if he had overheard some secret martial arts skills, he wouldn't have killed the person to silence him or even destroy the body, right
"He is an outer disciple with no magical powers. How could he hear our conversation from such a long distance? You don't have to react too radically. But you have to find a more secret place next time." Uncle Wang shook his head and said.
"It's better not to leave any loopholes. No one will care about a guy who is not even an outer disciple. I know a lot of places in the back mountain where people can be buried." While speaking, the smile on Gu Hualing's face was still gentle, but the content of his words was extremely cold.
“Don’t create unnecessary trouble. Although he is just a nominal disciple of Taoist Luo, he is special in the temple precisely because of this. Besides, Bai Xiaotian has always been on good terms with him. If he really disappears in the temple in such an unclear manner, it will cause unexpected trouble.” Uncle Wang stopped and said seriously.