C64 (1/2)

Looking at Yang Fan's ponytail swaying and disappearing from my sight, I also felt a sense of loss.

When I retracted my gaze from Yang Fan's body, I found that the slovenly Daoist Priest was already wolfing down the steamed bun without even greeting me.

He hurriedly picked up a steamed bun and started to eat as well. Not only was the steamed bun fragrant, the food was also very delicious, it was really hard to imagine that even an ordinary green radish would be so delicious. He was unable to hold back from eating a few more and ate three more steamed buns in one go.

The slovenly Daoist Priest seemed to still be angry at me and didn't plan to pay any attention to me. He directly found a bed and climbed onto it, then formed a hand sign with his legs. He did not know what the hell he was doing, but when I saw that he was ignoring me, I did not want to pay any attention to him, so I also found a bed beside him and climbed onto it.

It was still early, only around seven in the evening, but over the past few days, I had not slept at all. Today, when I arrived at the slovenly Daoist Master's temple, my heart was finally at ease. No matter what, this is a Daoist temple, and there are several deities here, so I did not believe that the ghost would dare to come here.

This time I slept soundly, my entire body was in a state of comfort, I had never in my life slept in such a state. In the entire night, I didn't even dream, nor did I hear any weird sounds.

By the time I woke up, the sun was already up and I could even hear the crowing of a rooster. Even though I was woken up halfway, I had already slept for a full ten hours and had gotten a good night's sleep. After getting up, I simply washed up, and with a hundred times more energy in my body, I followed the slovenly monk out of the room.

When I went out to take a look, the old Taoist and the little beauty Yang Fan were already sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard. On the stone table, there were a few side dishes and a pot of delicious porridge.

I followed the slovenly Daoist priest over and immediately sat down.

The old Daoist only said two words, ”Eat.” He then continued to eat.

When we were eating, everyone was very quiet. I felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird. I reckon that everyone, including that old Taoist, was angry with me and blamed me for not agreeing to be his disciple.

I could only eat in silence. I ate very carefully, not even daring to breathe loudly.

After the meal, the old Daoist went straight back to his room and changed into another set of clothes. He was wearing an old-fashioned Chinese tunic with a hat on it.

This time, he did not wear a dirty robe, but was dressed in a very ordinary attire, as if he was a commoner. However, his clothes did not look like a slovenly person, and when you looked carefully, you would see that he was quite handsome with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a heroic air. Yang Fan, on the other hand, did not change his clothes. He still wore a fresh and refreshing dress with a ponytail, looking elegant and refined, and an unfathomable beauty. He looked just like a goddess.

After everyone packed up, they each carried their luggage and left the monastery. They did not even lock the door.

There were probably no one here, let alone recruiting thieves. In this desolate mountain and wilderness, no one knew who built a Taoist temple in such a place.