"He’s doing quite well."
Chen Tang said, "This ti down the mountain, he told if I get into trouble, I should co to the Master here to hide for a while."
Master Le Kong chuckled at this and said, "My place is a bit shabby and plain, I’m afraid Donor Chen might not be able to endure it."
"It’s nothing."
Chen Tang smiled.
No matter how shabby, it’s not as shabby as on the Snow Mountain.
Chen Tang said, "Out there, I’ve caused great trouble. It’s a blessing to have the Master take in as refuge."
Master Le Kong, hearing this, did not show curiosity and did not inquire further.
Chen Tang, however, was curious and couldn’t help but ask, "Master, how co there are Youthful Appearance Pills here? How is this kind of elixir made?"
Logically speaking, sothing like a Youthful Appearance Pill should belong to the realm of Cultivation Immortality.
In this world, although there are so Magical Techniques, they are not that exaggerated, leaning more towards Low Martial.
There shouldn’t be anything like a Youthful Appearance Pill.
Moreover, for Emperor Wu to give such a pill to the Evil Emperor, it shows the pill’s precious rarity.
Upon being asked about this matter, Master Le Kong remained silent, avoiding the topic.
Chen Tang felt a sudden thought and asked, "Master, what was the relationship between Emperor Wu and the Evil Emperor back then?"
If the Youthful Appearance Pill was indeed a rare and precious thing, for Emperor Wu to give it to her, they must have had a close relationship.
Friends, or perhaps...
If so, during the upheaval in the Capital City back then, why was there no news about the Evil Emperor?
"Donor Chen, please help yourself."
It seed Master Le Kong was unwilling to discuss this matter; he simply said, took out a string of prayer beads from his sleeve, closed his eyes, and began to recite scriptures silently.
If he didn’t want to say, so be it.
Chen Tang didn’t pursue further, stood up, and took a stroll around Xiping Temple.
This ancient temple consisted of only a main hall and a courtyard, with wild grass growing everywhere, and cobwebs filling the corners.
The altar was covered in dust, not just shabby, but utterly dilapidated.
Surrounding it were remnants and ruins, faintly hinting at the past grandeur of the temple.
Even so dilapidated roadside temples in the wilderness might be in better condition than this Xiping Temple.
I couldn’t fathom how this temple fell into such decline.
Aside from Master Le Kong, there was no one else.
Behind the main hall, there was a well.
Chen Tang drew so water, drank a few big mouthfuls, and found it sweet.
With his chest soaked, Chen Tang didn’t mind, and as he looked around, he spotted an unremarkable grave.
Sothing struck in his heart, and he approached it.
The grave was quite simple and unadorned, with only a tombstone that bore the na Emperor Wu Qin Fu.
So this was Emperor Wu’s na.
The temple was overgrown with weeds, but around the grave, it was tidy and clean, as if soone had maintained it.
Master Le Kong?
Would this Master, who seed too lazy to clear the dust and cobwebs in the temple, take care of Emperor Wu’s grave?
Chen Tang didn’t dwell on it; lately, he had been famished.
The dry rations in his satchel were almost finished.
He searched around the temple for sothing edible but found nothing, wondering what Master Le Kong usually ate.
Despite the temple’s dilapidation, it was full of life, with various small animals scurrying through the grass.
A wild rabbit hopped to Chen Tang’s feet, grabbed so tender grass, and stuffed it in its mouth, showing no fear.
A wild fox hid in the corner, with half its head poking out, watching Chen Tang curiously, its dark eyes filled with curiosity.
After all, it’s a Buddhist Holy Land, so Chen Tang resisted the urge to slaughter these cute little creatures for at, deciding to go down the mountain for so hunting.
But standing outside the temple, Chen Tang hesitated, deep in thought.
With so much commotion made here, he didn’t know if there were any Dark Scouts hidden at the foot of Martial General Mountain.
After all, so many people had died.
They were from the various forces of the Yuwen Family, Profound Celestial Sect, Cyan Dragon Bureau, White Tiger Bureau, Bingzhou City...
If he were to be caught at the foot of the mountain while searching for food, it would really be a situation with no way out.
After pondering for a mont, Chen Tang headed north along the mountain path.
There was another Xinping Zen Temple to the north.
This was Buddhist territory, surely free of those various forces from the Profound Celestial Sect.
Even if anything went wrong, the two temples were not far apart, so he would have a chance to escape back.
Most importantly, the Xinping Zen Temple would definitely have food!
Soon, Chen Tang arrived outside the mountain gate of the Zen Temple, placed his sword outside, and followed a Little Novice Monk into the temple.
Chen Tang spent a few silver coins in the temple to buy so incense.
He made a simple round before the Buddhas, stopping at noon to intercept a Little Novice Monk, smiling as he inquired, "Excuse , where does the little master have his al?"
The Little Novice Monk pointed east and said, "On the east side of the Great Heroic Hall is the dining hall, and the donor may go there for a al."
"Thank you."
Chen Tang put his hands together, then with eyes full of excitent, strode quickly in that direction.
The Little Novice Monk was slightly stunned, watching Chen Tang’s back with so suspicion.
Visitors sotis stayed to have a al, but this visitor seed as if starving and reborn as a hungry ghost.
At the dining hall, Chen Tang looked at the newly cooked, steaming hot food in the wooden barrel, swallowing a gulp of saliva.
Throughout this escape, filled with anxiety and fear, he hadn’t had a decent al, only snacking on horseback.
Though it was just so greens and tofu, it tasted like a gourt feast.
Chen Tang rolled up his sleeves, picked up a bowl of rice, and ignored the monks around him as he devoured the food.
After Yijin had been cultivated to the Extre Realm, Chen Tang’s appetite had significantly increased.
Adding to the fact that these vegetarian dishes lacked any oil, he had already devoured seven or eight bowls before pausing to rest a bit, preparing to eat a few more bowls.
When Chen Tang looked up, he saw many monks around him, each with a different expression.
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