"Master, I know you have a soul in heaven. I will definitely cook something delicious tonight and have a drink with you."
As for the delicious food Yang Haoran mentioned, it was just a plate of peanuts and a few fried mountain scorpions.
Under the moonlight, Yang Haoran sprinkled a glass of wine evenly on the ground.
Strangely enough, the wine spilled on the ground dried quickly, as if someone had drunk it.
"Master, if I had known that you passed away so early, I should have been filial to you.
At least after stealing your wine, you should mix it with water, not urine! But having said that, mine is child urine, which has great effects on clearing away heat and detoxifying. I think Master should understand me, right?"
Another gust of breeze blew by, making it cool, and Yang Haoran opened his mouth and smiled.
This is in the yard, there won't be any more mountain scorpions falling, right?
"Ah, ah!"
A crow flew over Yang Haoran's head. Yang Haoran raised his head, but quickly closed his eyes, and something fell on Yang Haoran's face.
It's slimy and smelly, and it's obviously bird droppings!
Yang Haoran screamed and hurriedly went to the well to wash his face, and then came back with a disgraced look.
"Master, don't worry. Although you are gone, I will definitely fulfill your last wish and let the reputation of Huanglong Mountain Xiaoxian Temple spread all over the world. At that time, there will definitely be believers who will give you three sticks of incense in the morning and evening, so that Master you can be beautiful!
"
Another glass of wine was spilled on the ground, and Yang Haoran looked desolate. He didn't have many days to stay here.
His master, Taoist Master Wukong, told him before he died that after September 9th, he would definitely leave Xiaoxian Temple and resolve his karma in the world.
Today is already the beginning of September in the lunar calendar.
Wu Qiyong will definitely come to visit tomorrow, and Yang Haoran just happens to pick up something from him, and that thing is very important for Yang Haoran to go down the mountain. Wuyou.com
The night passed quickly, and Yang Haoran got up and stretched amidst the cries of magpies.
Although Taoist Wukong is gone, Yang Haoran has not lost his good habit of going to Tiannv Peak to practice.
When he finished his work, his eyes suddenly lit up and he laughed.
He saw an off-road vehicle approaching his Xiaoxian Temple. It was definitely not a pilgrim. Xiaoxian Temple did not have that tradition, so it should be Wu Qiyong who arrived.
It was indeed Wu Qiyong. After he and Guo Yonggang parked their cars, they walked towards Xiaoxian Temple with serious faces.
Today, Wu Qiyong deliberately put on the black and white Taoist robe that represents the Southern Warlock to show his solemnity.
In front of the gate of Xiaoxian Temple, Wu Qiyong sneered.
"Taoist Wukong was quite capable when he was alive, but Yang Haoran, a yellow-haired boy, has what qualifications to dare to claim the title of No. 1 in the world? This is because he does not take our southern sect seriously! Today I want him to look good!"
"ah!"
The cry of crows sounded above Wu Qiyong's head. He raised his head instinctively, and with a snap, a puddle of bird droppings fell into Wu Qiyong's mouth.
"Water, find me water quickly!"
Wu Qiyong screamed strangely. Guo Yonggang quickly ran back to the car, took out two bottles of mineral water, and poured it on Wu Qiyong's face. However, the taste in his mouth had a long aftertaste and he could not spit it out.
"Unfortunately, this is a deserted mountain nook!"
Guo Yonggang hesitated to speak and shrank his neck, "What's in your mouth if you don't shit?"
"Go call the door!"
Wu Qiyong roared loudly, he was in a bad mood, bah bah bah!
