Divination Temple is a very small Taoist temple.

Not only is it small, it's also old.

Not only is it old, but it's also in a remote location.

Originally, according to Ye Qing's conjecture, Yipou was once a senior expert, so the fortune divination should be resplendent and prosperous.

At the worst, it should have a vast courtyard and be in a prosperous location.

But reality slapped him hard in the face.

If it weren't for the word "Guan of Divination" written crookedly on the sign at the entrance of the Taoist temple, he would never have believed that the old, low Taoist temple in front of him was the Guan of Divination.

"It turns out the old Taoist priest didn't lie to me."

Ye Qing looked at the small Taoist temple in front of him and murmured to himself.

When he was in the Emperor's Coffin, when he proposed to visit the Fortune-telling Temple as a guest, Yipo refused. One of the important reasons was that the conditions of the Fortune-telling Temple were poor and the feng shui was not good. He originally thought it was the other party's prevarication, but now he sees

Come on, Yipou is telling the truth, it is indeed very crude.

As for the bad feng shui, it obviously refers to the coffin shop opposite the Fortune Telling Temple.

Come to think of it, there is a coffin shop opposite a Taoist temple. Why, are you going to let the guests prepare for the funeral after they have finished praying to God, worshiping Buddha, and fortune-telling?

It’s strange that Feng Shui can be good.

However, the poor conditions and bad feng shui had nothing to do with him. Anyway, he came here to take refuge and just had a place to stay.

So, after taking a quick look and seeing that the door was closed, Ye Qing stepped forward and patted the door.

But after waiting for a while, no one answered.

Ye Qing frowned, his evil thoughts spread, and he found that there was no one in the Taoist temple.

"Yipong and Longxiang are not here! Could this old boy really have run away?"

Ye Qing thought to himself, of course, he was just joking. The daily necessities in the Taoist temple are still there, and the food in the kitchen is also fresh. He should have just bought it not long ago. The courtyard is clean, with fallen leaves and not much dust. It should have been bought just now.

After cleaning, all this proves that there are still people living in the fortune-telling temple in the past three or four days. Needless to say, they must be Yipou and Xu Longxiang.

Therefore, if they wanted to escape, they would have escaped long ago and would not have waited until now.

He probably went out for something.

Without thinking, Ye Qing planned to go in directly. Suddenly, he stopped again and turned to look at the coffin shop opposite.

At the same time, an old man was looking at him at the door of the coffin shop.

The old man was extremely old and thin. His face was covered with wrinkles and age spots. He was wearing a shabby sheepskin jacket and had his hands folded in his sleeves, making him look extremely frail.

However, although the old man is old and thin, his back is straight and straight, like a sharp sword that has cut through the wind and frost, and would rather break than bend.

Before Ye Qing could speak, the old man looked at Ye Qing for a few times and then spoke first: "Are you looking for an old Taoist priest?!"

"Well, I'm looking for Taoist Priest Yipin." Ye Qing nodded and asked, "Do you know where Taoist Priest Yipin has gone?"

The old man answered the question incorrectly: "Your surname is Ye, right?"

The old man's speaking speed and tone were extremely weird, and the changes and pauses between each word were all exactly the same, as if they were measured.

Ye Qing narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Is it the Taoist Priest Yipin who told you?!"

"It seems you are the one." The old man's tone was still stiff, old-fashioned and unhurried: "The old Taoist priest asked me to bring you a message."

"He knows I'm coming today?" Ye Qing frowned.

The old man did not answer, but looked at Ye Qing.

"Forget it if you don't tell me." Ye Qing muttered in his heart and said, "What message did the poor Taoist priest ask me to bring to me?"

The old man then replied: "The old Taoist priest asked me to tell you that if he does not come back within three days, you will be asked to go to Changshou Village to rescue him."

"Changshou Village?" Ye Qing asked in confusion: "Where is Changshou Village and what happened?"

The old man was silent for a moment and said, "I still have something to do. Let Wen Shu tell you the specific matter."

After saying that, the old man turned around and walked towards the coffin shop.

"Lao Zhang... Lao Zhang..."

Seeing the old man leaving, Ye Qing hurriedly shouted, "If you don't want to tell me, why don't you tell me who Wen Shu is?"

However, before he finished speaking, a careless voice was heard in the coffin shop: "Old man, what's the matter? Didn't you see me practicing my sword?"

"Ouch...old man...don't hit...don't hit...if you hit me again, are you going to fall out with me?"

"Ouch... Old man, you're in high spirits, aren't you? Don't think that I'm afraid of you. If I hadn't seen that you are so weak at your age, I would have beaten you long ago."

Amid a burst of shouting, a young man rushed out of the coffin shop holding his head.

The boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing coarse linen clothes and a wooden sword hanging on his waist. He looked as if he was malnourished. He was thin and short, with a rough and dark face.

"Ahem..." The young man yelled twice outside the coffin shop with a stern look. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of Ye Qing who was standing aside. He coughed twice and said without blushing, "If it weren't for me, this young hero respects this old man."

With a loving heart and a bodhisattva heart, you can take care of that old man with just one finger, do you believe it?"

"Believe it, no matter whether others believe it or not, I believe it anyway." Ye Qing said with a smile.

The young man in front of him only had the cultivation level of the Tuo Pulse Realm, and in his opinion, the old man was just an ordinary person. It would not be easy for a person of the Tuo Pulse Realm to beat an ordinary person.

Of course, the premise is that the old man is really just an ordinary person.

The old man's vitality was declining and his steps were sloppy. He did look like an ordinary person on the verge of death, but his words and deeds made him feel that he was something special.

"Haha... My friend, you have discernment." Hearing Ye Qing's words, the young man was very happy. He took two steps forward, cupped his fists with his hands, and said like a young adult: "Hello, brother, my name is Wen Shu, I am fifteen this year.

Unmarried, he is a man determined to become the best swordsman in the world."

Ye Qing cupped his hands and returned the gift: "I've met Brother Wen. My name is Ye Wuhuan. I don't have big dreams, I only have a small goal, and that is to become number one in the world first."

The two looked at each other, laughed in tacit understanding, and confirmed in their eyes that he was an interesting person.

"Brother Wen, I wonder what happened to the poor Taoist Priest, and where is Changshou Village?" Ye Qing asked after laughing for a while.

"Let me tell you about Longevity Village first!"

Wen Shu said: "Changshou Village is a legend in our Beiyou. It is said that there is a mysterious village named Changshou Village in the Changshou Mountain a hundred miles west of Beiyou."

"The longevity village is extremely mysterious. It cannot be seen or found normally. Only under extremely special circumstances can the longevity village be seen and entered."

"Everyone who enters the longevity village will live a long life, which is several times longer than that of ordinary people, hence the name longevity village."

"Is there such a good thing?" Ye Qing asked doubtfully.

"A good thing?" Wen Shu sneered twice: "In this world, there is no good thing that can be obtained for nothing. If you want to get it, you have to pay for it."

"People who enter the longevity village can live a long life, but the price of longevity is that all those who have blood relations and close contacts with them will start to age at a rate ten times faster than ordinary people."

"Can you imagine a young child who turns gray-haired and hobbling in just a few years? Can you imagine a young girl whose face is wrinkled and loses her beauty before she enjoys her prime years?"

"It's like my life span is borrowed from my blood relatives and friends."

Ye Qing nodded, this is normal, he said that there is no such thing as a pie in the sky in this world.

Ye Qing continued to ask: "Is there no way to solve it?"

"There is no way, at least I haven't heard of any way to solve it. It is said that anyone who enters Changshou Village has no idea how they got in, they don't remember what happened in Changshou Village, and they don't know how they came out. They have no idea.

I don’t know, so there’s no way to solve it.”

Wen Shu shook his head: "Even if he commits suicide, or waits until all his blood relatives are dead before marrying and giving birth to blood, his blood relatives will still be like this, aging and dying quickly."

"So, this is not so much a longevity, but a curse. Even if you have a long life, you can only watch your wife, children, relatives and friends die in front of you one by one, living alone and alone for the rest of your life.
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