In fact, the king of Liang was a little hesitant about Ji Liao's sudden request to serve as an envoy to Jin State. After all, people as capable as the national teacher are very popular everywhere. He was afraid that after the national teacher went to the flower world of Jin State, he would not return to the bitter and cold land of Liang State.

But Ji Liao was very determined and promised to come back. He gave Liang Kingdom a large number of elixirs, so Liang Kingdom no longer objected.

Before leaving the Taoist temple, Ji Liao ordered Ai Ke to take charge of the affairs of the Taoist temple, and Ai Mo was responsible for assisting her. In fact, there would be nothing wrong in the temple. No one in the entire Liang Kingdom was full and could make trouble in his Taoist temple. As for the other women in the Taoist temple, they had long been accustomed to the current life of practicing martial arts and farming, and no one would get up and make trouble.

One morning, a group of people slowly left the city with three carriages.

Among them, a carriage is used to carry the specialties of Liangguo; one carriage is seated in the Liangqian Mayuan; the last carriage is decorated with luxuriously large space, which is Ji Liao's exclusive carriage.

The shock absorption of the carriage is very good, and he doesn't feel much trembling inside. For travelers who are about to travel a long distance, having such a carriage must be worth a fortune. Ji Liao comfortably closes his eyes and rests in the carriage. If he feels bored, he can also take out fine wine and cured meat from the cabinet of the carriage to taste.

By dusk, the carriage was already at the foot of a mountain. There was a station in front of them, which was just enough for them to rest.

Ji Liao got off the carriage and suddenly saw a novice monk in the distance.

The novice monk should have been standing there before. When he saw Ji Liao coming down, his eyes lit up and he walked towards Ji Liao.

A soldier stopped him, and he shouted: "Master Mumako, I am Xinyuan, a disciple of Master Baoxiang from Cuiyan Zen Temple. I will come to invite you to go up the mountain according to the order of my family master."

Ji Liao spoke to the soldiers and said, "You can let him in."

Since this little novice monk said this, it is obvious that his master knew Mu Zhen and his friendship must be very good, otherwise the little novice monk would not call him Master Mu Zhenzi. But no matter how he looked, he felt that this little novice monk was filled with evil spirits. Ji Liao thought to himself that Mu Zhenzi himself was not a good guy, and it was not very strange to make friends with some evil demons and heretics.

When the little novice monk called Xinyuan came over, Ji Liao asked, "What did your master ask me to go up the mountain?"

Xinyuan replied: "Master heard that Master is going to travel far, so he specially held a banquet for you to practice."

Ji Liao saw that he was not as fake as he was speaking, nor did he feel malicious.

He thought to himself that since this mage is Mu Zhenko's friend, he might not be able to pull some things from Mu Zhenko's past from him, so he could still meet him.

He was not afraid that the other party would see something wrong with him. After all, the little novice monk called him a master, which shows that even if this mage had some ability, it should not be as good as Mu Zhenzi as before, and naturally it would not be as good as him now.

Just be careful and it should be OK.

Ji Liao was not a timid person, so he nodded and said, "Since your master invites me with kindness, I won't refuse."

He said to Ma Yuan, the Liang envoy who had already got off the carriage, "I will go to the banquet with him. I will definitely go back to the post station tomorrow morning. Then we will set off together."

Ma Yuan was completely unlucky and responded directly.

In his eyes, the national master is a Taoist master who can kill demons and eliminate demons. If you go out alone, even if you go to the wild mountains and rivers, there will be no major problems.

Ji Liao went up the mountain with Xiaoxia Mi’s heart.

This novice monk obviously had the skills to do it. The mountain road to Cuiyan Zen Temple was very steep, and he walked steadily.

He didn't seem to be worried that Ji Liao would follow him. He walked faster and faster. Soon, he turned around a valley and passed a plank road. A slightly dilapidated temple was standing alone on a natural green rock, and that was Cuiyan Zen Temple.

Ji Liao and Shami arrived outside the temple and heard the baby crying faintly. He asked, "Did you adopt a new child in your temple?"

The road to Cuiyan Zen Temple is not easy to walk, and the demise of the temple also confirms that the incense here is not very popular. It is getting late now, so it is even less likely that there will be pilgrims holding their children.

What's more, monks are different from Taoist priests. Taoist priests who have descendants still say that marriage is a saying, but marriage is generally prohibited in monk temples.

Ji Liao can only guess that the temple has adopted a new child.

The novice smiled and said, "This is ginseng fruit, which is specially used by the master to entertain the master."

Ji Liao frowned slightly.

The novice monk did not observe Ji Liao's expression and continued to say to himself: "Please come in, please come in, uncle."

Ji Liao walked into the temple gate after hearing this. The Great Hall inside was setting up a big pot, and two novice monks were carrying fire. The big pot was filled with white water vapor, and a big monk with his breasts exposed was sitting on the wide Taishi chair with his legs raised.

The monk had a string of beads hanging on his body. Ji Liao was very knowledgeable and could see that they were bone beads made of human bones.

He glanced at a table next to the pot with four plates on it, which contained two baby boys under one year old and two baby girls under one year old.

The crying sounds came from them.

When the monk saw Ji Liao coming in, he immediately stood up and laughed: "Brother Mu Zhenzi, I heard that you are going to Jin State far away. I thought in my heart that you must pass by me. After asking about your departure time, let Xinyuan wait at the post station at the foot of the mountain today, just to let you taste the fresh ginseng fruit I prepared for you."

Ji Liao said lightly: "I read that right, these are babies under one year old, how could they be ginseng fruit?"

The great monk said, "These four children were carefully selected by me. They are all full of spiritual energy and are of great benefit to our practice. Isn't it the same as ginseng fruit?"

Ji Liao asked: "Can they really improve their cultivation after eating?"

The monk patted his chest and said, "It's true. Look, I'm over 100 years old now and it looks less than forty. It's because I often take ginseng fruit. The fruit is the best for the first time. Wash them with hot water later and we can start eating it."

Ji Liao looked at his expression and tone, and obviously he was used to doing this kind of thing. Although this person was a monk, he had no conscience at all, so he felt murderous intent in his heart.

At this time, the great monk suddenly said, "Who is it? Get out of here."

The monk roared like a lion, and the sound patterns of substance could be vaguely seen from his mouth, and the hall was shaking.

He was over 100 years old and he was practicing Buddhist supernatural powers. Even when Ji Liao heard his roar, the qi and blood in his body were affected.

Ji Liao was hesitating whether to take action immediately.

A miserable green light suddenly arrived, and Ji Liao could vaguely see the word "death".

The big monk had already raised his body to protect his body, and the miserable green light directly penetrated it as if nothing had happened. Then Ji Liao saw clearly that as soon as the word "death" approached the monk, the strokes on it turned into small snakes and penetrated into the monk's ears, eyes, and nostrils.

Suddenly, the monk's face turned black, and his nose, eyes, and ears showed black blood, and he could not die again.

Then a light green long sleeve flew in, wrapping Xinyuan and the other two novice monks around the neck.
Chapter completed!