When Wang Yan was on his way with spellcasting, the long ears would lie on his shoulders, otherwise, with his four legs, he would not be able to catch up with his life.
Now that there is a temple to settle down, it just jumped off its shoulders.
Lanruo, also known as Alanruo, originally means forest, which is extended to a quiet place, a place of leisure, a place far away from the lively world, and also refers to a general Buddhist temple.
Even so, when Wang Yan saw the name of this temple, he thought of a Chinese Ghost Story for no reason, and then a series of ghosts and monsters, such as the tree demon grandmother and the Montenegrin old demon, also came to mind one after another.
It's just that the Lanruo Temple, dilapidated and deserted, makes people feel chills at first sight, which is completely different from the Buddhist temple in front of them.
The Lanruo Temple in front of you, with red walls and green tiles, is magnificent and magnificent, showing an air of peace and tranquility everywhere, which is irresistibly awe-inspiring.
There was a faint sound of bells in the temple, and it was obvious that there were monks living there.
The vitality in Wang Yan's body did not fluctuate, and he could not sense the slightest demonic energy. He even opened his magic eyes and looked at the temple from top to bottom. It was an ordinary temple, and the incense was quite prosperous.
The sky was getting darker and darker, and he couldn't make a general conclusion because of the name of a temple. It was better to have a place to sleep than to sleep in the forest.
So Wang Yan stepped forward and knocked on the door.
After a while, the door opened, and a young monk with a handsome appearance, about twelve or thirteen years old, stuck his head out.
"Blessed immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, little master, the poor road is swearing!"
Wang Yan took the lead with a bow and bowed to the other party.
Seeing that the young monk was a young Taoist priest, he quickly folded his hands and bowed.
"Amitabha, where did the Taoist master come from?"
The little monk tilted his head and asked.
"Oh! Pindao Dianqingzi, came from Laoshan and traveled here. It's already late. I wonder if the little master can make it convenient and let Pindao spend the night in the precious treasure temple?"
After explaining the reason, the little monk understood and nodded.
"That being the case, the Taoist priest, please come in! When I go to tell the master, I will arrange room and board for the Taoist priest."
"Thank you! Thank you!
Stepping into the temple and into the courtyard, Wang Yan repeatedly thanked him.
At first glance, the temple is not very big, and it is strange that the temple is deserted and no other monks are seen.
Wang Yan circled the courtyard twice, and after a while, the little monk got the permission of the master, walked out, and led Wang Yan to the wing.
Along the way, it was quiet and peaceful.
"Little Master, the Guibao Temple has a quiet environment, unique scenery, and an excellent location. It is indeed a good place to cultivate one's self-cultivation, but why don't you see other monks?"
Wang Yan was quite curious, and could not help but ask a question at random.
"I don't know. The brothers in the temple all went down the mountain when I was very young. Several years have passed and I haven't come back. So now, only me and the master are guarding here!"
Wang Yan was a little confused now.
"Oh? Why are you leaving?"
The little monk shook his head.
"I was still young at that time, and I didn't know what was going on. I just remember that many officers and soldiers came up the mountain and took them all away."
Hearing this, Wang Yan seemed to be thinking, so he didn't ask any more questions.
"Amitabha! Daoist, your room is here, and the little monk will send you to your room after fasting. After a long journey, the Daoist can rest well."
When they came to the side yard, the two stopped in front of the door of a wing room.
"Blessed immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, trouble the little master to add two more carrots, it's work!"
Wang Yan thanked him, and the little monk left immediately.
Entering the room, lighting the candles, there is a table of the Eight Immortals, a hard couch, and there are Buddhist scriptures copied on the wall, which looks quite elegant.
Long Ears followed closely beside him, not leaving an inch.
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It's night, the moon hangs high.
As the so-called dry rice person, dry rice soul, full of food and drink, the long ears shrunk directly to the corner in front of the couch and fell asleep, it is a big heart.
"Fairy Wood"
As for Wang Yan, he sat on the couch and practiced luckily.
"Clearly..."
"It's not unfortunate to meet each other this time. The whole courtyard is full of scenery and a small cave. A sword flew in the air again, and Dongting startled Lao Longmian."
In the courtyard outside the room, a sword whistling sounded, and a poem chanted.
Wang Yan's dantian vitality was running for a big week, and now he was disturbed by the other party, so he had no choice but to open his eyes and get up from the couch.
"Why does this voice sound familiar?"
Hearing this sound at this moment, Wang Yan felt as if he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.
Opening the door and looking around, I saw a figure in the yard, holding a long sword, flying up and down, with a light movement like a swallow, and a sword like a blade. It can be said to be exquisite and flawless.
After a set of swordsmanship dances, he noticed that someone was watching, and that person simply stopped.
"Xiongtai is polite, and I'm also a guest who is staying here tonight. Tonight, Haoyue is in the sky, and I feel it. I'm in a mood for a while, so I recite poetry and dance swords. If it bothers me, I hope Xiongtai forgive me."
The man held his sword and cupped his hands, and bowed towards Wang Yan.
With the help of the moonlight and the lighting lanterns in the courtyard, Wang Yan could see the face of the other party clearly at this time. When he thought about it at first glance, he was shocked and overjoyed at the same time.
"It's you!"
He walked quickly to the front of the other party, looking excited.
"Does the benefactor remember me? Three years ago, at the Wangshi Inn, I was able to save my life thanks to the help of the benefactor!"
After his reminder, the other party looked him up and down, and he suddenly realized that he remembered it.
"It turns out that it's you, you really don't meet in life!"
It turned out that this person was the brocade-clothed scholar who killed the female corpse Shan Mei at Wangshi Inn and rescued him and his two brothers.
"The benefactor is above, please be worshipped by Xiaodao."
Wang Yan has always been a man of gratitude and repayment. If he hadn't rescued him at the beginning, how could he be who he is now? The moment is to kneel and worship.
When a man walks in the world, one kneels to heaven and earth, two kneels to parents, three kneels to a master teacher, and four kneels to a benefactor. This is an inevitable ceremony, which is reasonable and reasonable.
"Brother why this is so, please get up quickly, get up quickly!"
The man threw the sword and quickly stepped forward to help Wang Yan up.
The two sat opposite each other on the stone bench in the courtyard. Wang Yan took out the coffee table from the room and poured a cup of tea for each other to express his gratitude.
"At the time, the benefactor came and went in a hurry, and the name and hometown were not disclosed, and Xiaodao couldn't find it. Now that you and I meet again, it can be said that it is destined fate, this time the benefactor will not shirk any more!"
Wang Yan asked bluntly with a smile on his face.
If someone saved his life, even if he was kind-hearted and didn't want to repay, he couldn't even know the name of his benefactor. If this was spread, it would be a big joke.
The scholar took a sip of his tea and smiled bitterly, but he was helpless after all.
He didn't want to be named before, but he was actually afraid of trouble. Now that God wants them to meet again, if he refuses again, he will be a bit petty.
"Don't hide it from Xiongtai! My surname is Lu, my name is Yan, and my word is Dongbin. When I shot the demon, it was just my own responsibility. Xiongtai doesn't have to worry about it so much!"
As soon as these words came out, Wang Yan was stunned again!