The Soul-Devouring Cauldron closed his eyes at this time, sensed the things around him, and then said: "There is no breath of souls around him. It seems that all souls have been plundered in this moment, which is very strange."

Qin Mu was stunned, looked at the Soul-Devouring Cauldron, and said angrily: "I forgot, it would be strange if I could feel the soul with you."

"What does it mean?" Hua Wuyue said with a puzzled look on her face.

"This guy feeds on his soul. If the cat guards the door of the mouse cave, do you think the mouse will come out easily?" Qin Mu simply made an example, and Hua Wuyue and Honglian both understood.

"What does it mean!" The Soul-Devouring Cauldron screamed and said, "I don't eat those garbage souls, okay? I only eat high-end ones. They are gone when I am here, okay? What does it have to do with me?"

"It has nothing to do with me, it has something to do with Confucius." Qin Mu said angrily, pinching the face of the Soul-Devouring Cauldron: "Who did you learn this ability to swear words?"

The Soul-Devouring Cauldron was pinched by Qin Mu and screamed, waving his arms randomly to protest, but his protest seemed to have no effect. Under Qin Mu's tyranny, he had to surrender.

"What should I do now?" Hua Wuyue frowned and said, "There are now three layers of inner and outer layers, so it is impossible to go down to find it directly. What should I do?"

Qin Mu squinted his eyes, and this action made him look like a cat with a bad idea: "In addition to the old man, there was also a fat headed man whom we agreed with last night. Let's go find him."

Qin Mu's words made Hua Wuyue very puzzled, but he also wisely did not ask why, because in Hua Wuyue's opinion, it seemed that this matter had little to do with Fat Tou Tuo. After all, it was the old man who pretended to have made an agreement with Qin Mu. He just included Fat Tou Tuo when talking about the person he had agreed to. But in Hua Wuyue's opinion, it seemed that Fat Tou Tuo did not make an agreement with Qin Mu directly.

Is it really good that Qin Mu was just looking for Fatto Tuo rashly?

"You wouldn't be ready to find Fatto Tuo and just say to others, 'Hello, I'm the one I agreed with you last night. Do we still remember seeing you at 4 pm?'" Hua Wuyue followed behind Qin Mu and Honglian and asked with confusion.

At this time, Qin Mu and Honglian were about to take a taxi to the suburbs, because according to what the fake product said last night, this fat head was in a temple in the suburbs.

The capital of H Province is not a city where Buddhism is popular. There is probably only one largest temple around this city, called Inspiration Temple. Every time Qin Mu reads this name, he always thinks of a voice in his heart, that is, Lingyin Temple. It seems that he was watched by a TV series, which affects the name.

Many people will use familiar and known things to compare when recording a place name that is not very familiar to you. Almost most of the friends who are not very familiar with the roads of H Province will tell their taxi drivers with confidence when talking about this Inspiration Temple.

Of course, Qin Mu did the same.

"Almost all the people I ride in will call Inspiration Temple Lingyin Temple. I really don't understand where you heard the name from?" The taxi driver sat next to Qin Mu, while the two women were sitting in the back row holding the Soul-Devouring Cauldron. The driver seemed extremely excited at this time. He spoke Mandarin that was not very skilled, and said excitedly: "You are praying for your children, right? To be honest, although this Inspiration Temple is not as famous as Lingyin Temple, I can guarantee that its strength will never be bad."

"What does it mean?" Qin Mu was not going to talk along the way, so he could just kill him after a night's sleep, but when he had a chatter driver, he would inevitably have to talk to the other party.

"A master of the level of a great god came to Inspiration Temple recently. Many people would carry their children to pray for blessings. I'm right? Even if you are from other places, you still come here with your reputation." The driver said excitedly.

"Then why didn't the abbot of the temple directly call his name Lingyin Temple? He had to change it to Inspiration Temple? I'm Inspiration King." Hua Wuyue said with interest in the back seat.

The driver choked by his saliva and coughed several times before saying, "Miss, you are so humorous. The King of Inspiration is something in Journey to the West. Do you think it will appear in reality? Of course, there may be more people coming to Lingyin Temple, but I am not the abbot, so the abbot occupied the Inspiration Temple and stopped moving."

Qin Mu smiled and didn't say anything.

On weekdays, I seem to be silent when I pick up Hua Wuyue, but now Hua Wuyue is holding the driver and talking nonsense, making the driver unable to touch the north. Even after arriving at the place, I almost forgot to collect the money.

You should know that the capital of H Province is not as small as that of Ningcheng. The taxi drivers can make you run all over the city for a few dollars. The taxi drivers let you experience what the feeling of flesh pain is. If you are a little bit dark, you will take a detour and kill you without any discussion.

The driver had been chatting with Hua Wuyue before. Hua Wuyue made the driver dizzy after a few words. In the end, he didn't forget to ask Qin Mu for money, so he still remembered the price increase.

The Temple of Inspiration seems to have developed into a tourist attraction in the capital of H Province. The crowds here are a bit outrageous. Everything is labeled as a story related to something in history. Just like most tourist attractions, everything seems so beautiful and natural.

Except for the back of the head that Qin Mu saw as he got off the car.

The lively nature of Inspiration Temple is comparable to that of the Great Wall during the National Day holiday. During the National Day holiday, Qin Mu stood inside and could only see rows of backs of his head, most of which were black, with a small number of golden or arrogant purple, shining dazzling light under the strong afternoon sunlight.

The entrance of Inspiration Temple is now like this.

Qin Mu, Honglian and Hua Wuyue stood at the entrance of the Inspiration Temple with some wonder. This temple is like most ordinary temples. There are many women selling incense and candles outside. They bring their children to wear sweaters, which does not affect their efficiency in selling incense. Occasionally, they even ate melon seeds and looked at Qin Mu, the group of mindless tourists.

Although Qin Mu had no good impression of the Buddha, since he passed by someone's temple and they had to go in to find the Fatto, it would be better to have a stick of incense stick, which also shows the most basic respect.

At least that's what Qin Mu thinks.

However, given that the women around the Inspiration Temple collectively raised the price, Qin Mu had to choose the cheapest incense under the pressure of the high price. However, the incense that looked less than 20 centimeters short actually cost Qin Mu fifty dollars a month.

"It's really too dark." Qin Mu stood at the door of Inspiration Temple with a gloomy face, and said speechlessly: "I really don't understand what is so special in this temple that it actually makes the entire temple prosperous like this?"

"Oh," Honglian, who was standing beside Qin Mu, had not spoken yet. She could only hear the woman selling incense and said with a crooked look on her face: "Boss, you are joking. If you don't know where this Inspiration Temple is powerful, why did you come here to worship? The Bodhisattva is very powerful, and you can't say such words at the entrance of the temple."
Chapter completed!