The incident in Panzhou City can be seen with the naked eye, and there are traces of fire in many places - the riots that day, and the city once became fire and black smoke rolled. Although more than half a year has passed, the trauma of the war is still clearly visible.

In addition, the ruins of houses that appear from time to time have further revealed the destruction of this prefecture and county, and are no longer as lively and prosperous as before.

After riding on the horse and entering the city, Chen Tang, who took the hole below, looked around. When he came to the familiar streets, his heart couldn't help but feel a little ups and downs.

Fushan Temple is located remotely and looks cold. The sound of horse hooves has attracted some people to look at it. They glanced secretly, then quickly retreated, closing the door, fearing that something would happen.

These days, horses often represent weapons and armor, and are unknown animals. Anyway, the place where the iron hooves are trampled is not a good thing.

"Yu!"

The rouge horse neighed and had already arrived at the door of a Taoist temple.

Chen Tang looked up and saw that the Taoist temple was still there, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fushan Temple revealed a destructive atmosphere everywhere in the separate views of various prefectures and counties, regardless of the building itself or the surrounding environment. I don't know if it was intentional or used as a cover-up. The old Taoists living there were the same, all of them were dressed in "outsiders" with irreconcilable appearances.

Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people who do not know the true face, they will only think that these Taoists are lazy and useless.

If the Taoist temple is present, it means that the Taoist will be there, and has not migrated and left.

Chen Tang turned over and got off the horse, came to the front of the yard, and saw the old merit box outside the door, and immediately stretched out his hand, took out a big yellow-coloured money, and threw it in.

Downtown!

The footsteps sounded, and a man rushed out, the target was the merit box. He opened the box and got the money directly under Chen Tang's nose. In this way, he was like a crazy hungry dog.

Chen Tang looked a little dull and asked in a daze: "Master Zhan, are you?"

This is Zhan Yangchun.

However, at this time, Zhan Yangchun was no longer the same. His Taoist robe was patched and his face was dirty. In this way, he vaguely had the style of those old Taoist priests.

In Chen Tang's impression, Zhan Yangchun was a Taoist priest who was more enterprising among the younger generation of Fushan Temple. Zeng Li was determined to change the appearance of the Taoist temple, align with the Jinchan Temple, and compete with the Shi family for a long time. Why has he fallen to this point now? Could it be that the environment really makes people change, and if they are in a place for a long time, they will be assimilated?

Zhan Yangchun looked at Chen Tang with a faint look: "Brother Chen, you are back. There are many rumors outside that you offended the powerful Yang family in Ningzhou, and your whereabouts are unknown, and your life and death are uncertain."

Chen Tang smiled slightly: "It seems that your news is quite well-informed."

Zhan Yangchun sighed: "People are in the world, so you must pay attention... and don't tell you, I will buy some rice first and put it in the pot, and you can go in and sit for a while."

As he said that, he ran out.

Chen Tang was stunned again: I wouldn't be so poor... Logically, it shouldn't be so.

Although there is a merit box outside the Taoist temple gate, it is deserted and lacks the incense of believers. The income in this area has always been shabby and small and almost negligible. And they must have other income channels, after all, they are great cultivators and have supernatural powers. But then again, these Taoists are really not concerned about their livelihood and pursue the "free and inaction" system, and they can't starve to death. They neither develop believers nor buy industries, and they are really rich. And if they want to live in the mundane world, they are essential to work hard and work.

Perhaps, this is the unique way of practicing Fushanguan.

I pulled the horse into the yard and saw the osmanthus tree as paved and covered, as usual, as if there was no change. Looking at the Taoist temple and the situation in the yard, this is the case.

When he was staying in Fushan Temple in the capital, Chen Tang discovered this: the power of time did not seem to have occurred on this Taoist temple, and even the turmoil outside did not have much impact.

This matter is absolutely extraordinary and quite wonderful.

Chen Tang was thinking, sitting on a rattan chair under the osmanthus tree, waiting for Zhan Yangchun to come back.

I waited for about two quarters of an hour before I saw the Taoist Shiran come back, with oily lips, but I didn't carry rice.

Chen Tang asked: "You said you go buy rice?"

"Rice is expensive, and cooking is troublesome, so just eat enough outside."

Chen Tang looked strange: "I just had a meal for one hundred dollars?"

Zhan Yangchun sighed: "No, right? He only ate half a pound of meat."

Chen Tang ignored this matter and asked, "How are you doing recently?"

Zhan Yangchun spread his hands: "You have seen it all, it's so hard."

"I know that the people are having trouble. You are from Fushan Temple!"

"So what? I'm not a god, I have to eat every day."

Zhan Yangchun said, "The world is turbulent and the people are suffering. We cannot be exempted. Many things have happened these days. My Fushan Temple has been severely challenged, and my uncles and uncles are running around and overwhelmed. I am guarding the Panzhou stall, what do you think you can do?"

Chen Tangran understood a little. To be honest, Zhan Yangchun's ability has been suppressed by himself now. It is really hard to deal with it in Panzhou City. It is not surprising that life is difficult.

You should know that the daily expenses of cultivators are extremely powerful, even better than those of warriors.

Zhan Yangchun looked at Chen Tang: "What are your plans for you to come back this time?"

"What do you think I should make?"

Chen Tang asked back.

"Haha, it's better to be an official, I'll make some money and water."

"Will you?"

"What are you unwilling to do? We cultivators can do everything else as long as they do not go against the heart of Tao and do not harm the truth."

Zhan Yangchun made a statement: "I am in the city and I rely on helping people kill demons and eliminate demons, tell fortunes and plagiarism, and make money to make money. I have no choice but to make time and business is difficult."

This is his old job.

Chen Tang asked, "After I came back, I heard a lot of strange rumors. Now Panzhou must be very chaotic."

"Not?"

Zhan Yangchun suddenly shouted: "The power separatist, although the situation has temporarily reached a certain balance, there are constant frictions and endless struggles. If this is the case, you have to thank the commander Tan Da died early, otherwise you will not know what to do. There are many dead people, and all kinds of resentment, resentment, resentment, evil spirits and evil spirits are mixed together, and many ghosts and monsters will arise in the time being, making trouble like ghosts."

Chen Tang touched his chin: "In this way, your business should be good..."

Zhan Yangchun shook his head: "You don't understand this. The evil spirit is fierce. I am weak and difficult to deal with, but it is difficult to deal with."

This is true, if there is no old Taoist priest in Guan, he will be very weak in confidence.

Chen Tang took out the bag, untied it, revealing the head inside: "Look, what kind of demon is this?"
Chapter completed!