Among the light and dark green, there is another stone staircase leading steeply to the mountain. When you first look up, you can't see where it leads.

A woman wearing a light gray and white Taoist robe and carrying a backpack was the first to walk on this road. Behind her was another Taoist, followed by a fox and a colorful raccoon, as if she had walked into a painting.

Going further we entered Stone Mountain.

Lin Jue walked slowly and did not feel tired.

I saw the stone steps going from old to new, passing through the mountain and hanging on the wall, and before I knew it, I reached the end.

Lin Jue couldn't help but stop, lowered his head, and looked at a small purple flower growing in the crack of the stone steps. He then raised his head and found that the Xianyuan Temple was on the opposite side.

The straight-line distance is less than one mile.

The tall and majestic stone mountain and the palace on the stone mountain suddenly seemed like the first time he saw it, giving him a great shock.

But today’s shock comes from another source——

Lin Jue looked at the Xianyuan Temple opposite and at the end of the stone steps at his feet. Only then did he realize that the junior sister had actually built the road to the Xianyuan Temple unknowingly.

"Senior brother?"

Junior sister stood in front and stopped to look at him.

The fox and the colorful fox also stopped to look at him.

"Coming."

Lin Jue quickly followed.

Several years have not brought any changes to Xianyuan Temple. At most, the young Taoist priests practicing swords and spells on the open platform look more mature, and the middle-aged Taoist priests walking there look more vicissitudes. Wangjizi

Master Dao is also a little older than before. With more wrinkles, he looks much kinder.

The younger junior sister has a closer relationship with Xianyuan Temple.

After all, Lin Jue only listened to Taoism and learned spells here, and then came here once a year to communicate, but the junior sister also learned to read and write here.

When he saw the basket of wild peaches carried by the junior sister, Taoist Wangjizi smiled happily and said hello several times, but he really lost the serious look he had a few years ago and asked them again:

"How is your master doing?"

The two looked at each other, but didn't know how to answer.

Wang Jizi almost knew it.

According to his original temperament, he would definitely have said, "I already knew that old guy wouldn't live long," but now he just held his beard and sighed.
Chapter completed!