Jinshan Temple, Jinshan Temple, as the name suggests, is a temple built on Jinshan Mountain.
Three poles above the sun, at the foot of Jinshan Mountain.
Master Daoyue waved his hand and said very boldly.
"Disciples, let's go!"
Ye Yuan and the little dialectical monk looked at each other, and then at the master who was leading the way. The two little bald heads were suddenly at a loss.
Yes, the same goes for Ye Yuan, an "old man" who has lived for hundreds of years.
The little dialectical monk was the first to catch up with his master and asked.
"Master...Master, are we just going to walk all the way back like this?"
Ye Yuan quickly followed up, feeling helpless. You know, this body is only four years old, and there is no magic power in it. How can we go here?
But...
Dao Yue didn't think so, so he asked naturally.
"if not?"
"Uh, Master, my junior brother is still young and can't keep up!"
Ye Yuan: "?!!"
Unexpectedly, the little dialectical monk is such a senior brother.
It's obviously a matter between the two of them, but if you insist on talking about Ye Yuan alone, you completely leave him out.
Moreover, his words also showed his concern for his fellow juniors...
This... is really what a six or seven-year-old child can say. It is definitely not some old monster who took his body and was reborn.
Just when Ye Yuan was doubting his life, Dao Yue ruthlessly exposed his eldest apprentice's little thoughts.
"Haha, I guess you can't bear the pain yourself!"
"Well…"
The little dialectical monk was speechless when he saw that his little thoughts were exposed.
Dao Yue shook his head and did not blame him, he just explained.
"Practice is not something you can do just by living in a corner and working behind closed doors..."
With that said, he immediately walked forward. The two little bald heads looked at each other. What could they do but follow behind.
After all, this unreliable old monk had obviously made up his mind to let them go on their own.
However, Ye Yuan somewhat agrees with this cheap master's words. Rebirth is really a path only those great practitioners can choose.
Joining the world is the path for low-level cultivators like Ye Yuan.
However, no matter how well you say it, you cannot ignore the reality.
Although the four-year-old's tender body came from a wealthy family and had a good foundation, it could not withstand the long journey.
Therefore, just an hour later, the four-year-old body reached its limit, and Ye Yuan felt his body go weak.
Just before Ye Yuan fell, a big hand hugged him.
Then, a pill was stuffed into his mouth.
With a grunt, Ye Yuan's pale little face suddenly turned rosy, and his small body actually grew one centimeter taller visible to the naked eye.
At this time, Dialectics, which was already at the end of its strength, let go of the energy in its heart and became as soft as noodles.
Dao Yue had been paying attention to this apprentice. He noticed it immediately and immediately hugged him with his other hand and gave him a pill.
After taking two pills, Dao Yue's mouth twitched and he felt distressed.
"Hey, the old monk has worked hard to accumulate his wealth for decades. You two have to live up to it!"
He suddenly thought of something, looked at Dialectics alone, and said.
"No, it's dialectical. You have to live up to your expectations!"
As for the defense machine, I don’t have high requirements for him.
I don’t ask him to become famous, I don’t ask him to bring glory to this temple, I just want him to live in peace and low-key.
"Alas, I don't know whether it is right or wrong to take the defense machine to Chang'an this time..."
Dao Yue shook his head and his eyes became firm again. Now that a decision has been made, it cannot be changed.
Then, holding two small bald heads in each hand, he leaped through the forest, three meters in one step, three steps in an instant, at extremely fast speeds.
"Ah, it's so comfortable!"
Ye Yuan stretched. There was no muscle soreness after exhaustion, and his body was completely normal.
No, it's not just normal, my physical condition should be better.
Ye Yuan smacked his lips, and instinctively analyzed that he had taken a first-level elixir for physical training after he was unconscious, and the effect was very good.
As for the name of the medicine, I don’t know!
Who allowed all the talents to be sealed?
No abilities can be used.
It is really a torture to go from a seventh-level master to a four-year-old novice with no strength.
However, to put it another way, this is not a practice.
"Junior brother, you're awake."
"Um."
Ye Yuan nodded, responding to the little dialectical monk's concern.
At this time, the three masters and apprentices were in a dilapidated mountain temple.
The statues in the temple collapsed, dust was everywhere, there was a big hole in the roof, and even the beams were rotted.
Outside the temple, there are overgrown grasses, just like barren mountains and ridges, comparable to the Lanruo Temple in the previous world.
However, this is an important traffic thoroughfare, so a mountain temple like this would have been a place of great incense in the past.
Unfortunately, years of war and natural and man-made disasters have left people unable to survive, let alone worship God.
Perhaps, only in the late Zhenguan period can China regain its former prosperity.
It has been nine years since the founding of the Tang Dynasty.
Li Yuan is still in office today.
However, the Xuanwumen Incident has already occurred, and Li Yuan is only a nominal emperor at this time. The real ruler of the Tang Empire is Li Er, Prince Li Er.
In short, when the Tang Dynasty was first established, the national strength had not yet been restored, and everything was in ruins waiting to be revitalized.
However, all this has little to do with Ye Yuan.
He is just an ordinary novice monk of four years old, and has nothing to do with such high-level things as the court.
Now, eating is the most important thing.
The pill given by Dao Yue seemed to have opened some kind of shackles on Ye Yuan's body, causing his appetite to increase dramatically.
A quarter of an hour later, Dao Yue looked at the young apprentice who was devouring the cake, and the hand holding the cake stopped stiffly in mid-air.
Is it so edible?
How can I afford it in the future?
Then, he looked at the eldest disciple who had already eaten and asked.
"Dian Yan, has your junior brother Bian Ji always had such a big appetite?"
Bianji was no longer surprised and nodded.
"Yes, junior brother may have eaten it. When we were at Jinshan Temple, every meal was at least three large steamed buns, plus five bowls of rice."
Dao Yue felt his heart throbbing, and he suddenly understood why the couple ran so fast.
No ordinary wealthy family can afford to raise such a child!
At this moment, Ye Yuan had already finished five pieces of cake, which were bigger than an adult's face!
One slice is enough for an ordinary adult, but a four-year-old child ate five slices, and it looked like he wasn't full yet.
No, after Ye Yuan finished eating, he stared at the big cake in Dao Yue's hand that he had only eaten one bite. His big eyes were bright and full of desire.
Dao Yue felt that those big pure eyes were so terrifying. He stiffly handed over the cake in his hand and said.
"Master, you are not hungry, you can eat!"
Ye Yuan tore the cake into pieces and then made a show of it.
Dao Yue was very worried about his wallet, but looking at the half piece of cake in his hand, he was still a little relieved.
After all, at least half of it was left for him.
But, how will I live my life from now on?
You know, most of the money he had was exchanged for elixirs, and the little money he had left could only cover the expenses of the master and apprentice on the road.
Fortunately now, a big eater has successfully broken all his plans.
Could it be that...we have to go back all the way to alms?
He can't afford to lose that person!
It seems that I can only go back to my old job.
Dao Yue looked at the young apprentice with a satisfied face, feeling a little inexplicable grievance and regret: I came early, I should have accepted him as my apprentice later.