You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 920: Ruined Mountain Temple

The few of them treated it as a pastime before Changqing left. Even though they were wandering in the world as mortals, they showed the most tolerant attitude, even indulgence.

This made Changqing feel neither happy nor sad. The demon master's plan was just a small clue, but this little clue alone made Changqing almost go bald with worry. Even if he had a slight premonition, how could he determine the specific time? If he returned to the sect later and still didn't leave, the expressions of several people would probably be quite interesting.

"Are you trying to force me to leave?" With a strange expression on his face, Changqing took out the rusty hatchet he had picked up on the road and started chopping wood.

Not long after, Ling Yu and the other man used tree branches as beams and leaves and thatch as tiles to repair the roof of the small temple. Zhong Baixuan took Changqing's hatchet and started chopping wood with great curiosity. He even swung his arms and exerted great strength. Needless to say, the result was that he heard a crisp sound and took two steps back.

"Damn, is this a knife? It's so blunt that you can easily call it a piece of iron!" Zhong Baixuan opened his mouth to relieve the buzzing in his lower eardrum.

Looking at the worn hatchet in his hand, Zhong Baixuan sighed helplessly: "Well, after all, I am a mortal now!"

Ling Yu kept hitting two rough stones with red spots. From time to time, one or two sparks would appear, but they would go out before they landed on the tinder. Ling Yu was not in a hurry, as he had become much calmer over the years.

Changqing collected the remaining thatch, dusted the dilapidated clay statues in the small temple, cleaned the overturned incense burner, and fumbled in his earrings for a long time before he found the fragrance he had bought when he came to this world.

The flames rose, the wood took shape, the fragrance rose and curls of smoke fell into the incense burner. The two girls returned after washing up, and everyone looked at Changqing expectantly. Before they could say anything, the rumbling sound in their stomachs began, telling them their request.

After a day, the restriction took effect and they could no longer sense the existence of spiritual energy in their bodies. All of it had gone dormant. The long-lost hunger accompanied by the loss of physical strength tortured several people to the point of madness.

Changqing, however, acted out of character and took out a few dry and hard steamed buns. The expectations on their faces finally disappeared and they were filled with resentment.

Despite the complaints of several people, Changqing remained silent, found a thin stick, put the steamed buns on it and roasted them over the fire, and also took the spiritual fruits picked along the way and placed them in front of the fire.

Before Chang Qing could start to lecture him, Jie Xinyu spoke first, "When we were in the Southern Territory, all we had to carry with us on our long journeys were black bran cakes. Whether we could eat white flour buns depended entirely on the will of heaven. White flour buns and spiritual fruits were already very good."

Changqing secretly gave a thumbs up, what a great assist.

Yun Qinghan looked at the girl helplessly. She was too biased towards this guy.

Changqing ate by himself, using the spiritual fruit and the water bag to complete his meal. However, his eyes would occasionally look at the fragrance from the incense burner, and the meaning was unclear.

After everyone reluctantly finished the meal, the three male cultivators went to wash up. It was obvious that Zhong Baixuan and Ling Yu had never washed their clothes before, so they were extremely clumsy and could only imitate Chang Qing.

The heat from the campfire seeped through several damp clothes, sending up wisps of steam that reflected the thickening fog outside. The few people who had been traveling all day had already lost their patience and fell into a deep sleep.

Only Changqing was holding a long stick, quietly watching outside the door.

They slept soundly, without snoring. The sound of their breathing echoed with the chirping of crickets outside the door, and everything seemed a little peaceful.

Just after midnight, the fog in the four corners of the sky and earth visible from outside the door was so thick that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. It was filled with rich spiritual energy, as if wandering above the clouds and exploring a corner of the heavenly palace.

"The people of the Central Region, even if they don't have spiritual roots, can still glimpse the entanglement of the spiritual rhyme of heaven and earth. It's really amazing." Chang Qing couldn't help but yawn, and an inexplicable sleepiness came over him.

A strange fragrance that penetrated the bones emanated from beyond the broken wall, and soft footsteps could be heard in the thick fog. Looking at the people in the temple, Changqing began to nod his head continuously, as if his head had become very heavy, and he kept dozing off. As for the few people who were asleep, the strange fragrance brought out a touch of intoxicated smile on their faces, as if they were having a good dream.

As the footsteps got closer, an urgent voice suddenly came from the broken stone statue in the center of the temple: "Little brother, little brother, wake up, wake up!"

Upon hearing the clear and slightly anxious words, Changqing, who was keeping watch, seemed to be trying hard to stand up.

Outside the door, an extremely charming voice sounded: "Handsome brother, does your sister smell good?" The voice seemed to ring in Changqing's ears. Changqing, who had been clear-headed, couldn't help but murmur: "It smells good~"

"Little brother, don't listen to her. It's dangerous. Hold on and don't sleep~" The ethereal voice in the temple became more urgent.

"Don't listen to him. Are you very sleepy? How about sleeping in your sister's arms?"

"Okay~" Chang Qing finished speaking, but in an instant he seemed to have lost all his strength and fell to the ground.

"Hehehe~" Amidst the enchanting voice, footsteps stopped in front of the temple gate. Looking at the few people immersed in their sweet dreams, the laughter turned into something extremely sinister: "A temple spirit from a desolate mountain shrine dares to ruin my good deeds?! Aren't you afraid that I will tear down your shabby temple?!"

The ethereal voice in the temple seemed a little angry and a little fearful: "You and I have always kept our distance, but now that these five have entered my temple, I accept their incense and should protect them. Are you coming here to tear your face apart?"

"Tsk~ You sound quite arrogant, but I know that you haven't received any incense for many years. Your golden body must have been decayed for many years. Can you still show some of the strength you had in the past? Besides, this handsome brother smells so good. I have a hunch that if I eat him, I can advance to a demon, a real demon, no longer a beast! Do you want to interrupt my cultivation?!" The voice became extremely cold, and the strange fragrance that penetrated the bones suddenly changed, becoming extremely fishy, ​​the momentum changed drastically, and the wind was howling.

Qingling hesitated for a moment, but thinking of the fragrant incense, he suddenly shouted: "Monster, you have been plaguing this area for years, countless mortals passing through have suffered at your hands, and you still don't repent. Why don't you come in and try to see if my decayed body can subdue you!"

The clear and ethereal voice did not retreat at all. It was full of momentum and determination, as if it was prepared to fight to the death. This surprised the vague figure outside the door.

"You're going to fight me to the death for a few mortals? In the past, when I was harming people, you never came out to stop me. Why have you changed your ways today? Is it just for a stick of incense that you're willing to risk your life? Or do you really want to die?"

The figure outside the door swayed, as if trying to decide whether this journey was worthwhile. After a long moment, he still seemed unwilling to give up, so he said in a negotiating tone, "I only want this night watchman. I won't touch anyone else. How about that? If you don't agree, then I'd like to see if this former mountain temple of yours still has some power left!"

The blurry figure seemed to be angry as well, and its imposing aura intimidated the temple. It was obvious that it was determined to capture Changqing who was lying on the ground.