Under the envious and somewhat awe-filled gazes of a group of young priests, Mu Hanyan and others left the Fengcheng Temple.

"By the way, where is the Huayu Temple?" Mu Hanyan suddenly asked.

"It's just northwest of Mujia Village. If you take the path behind Rijian Peak, it's about 600 miles away." Ye Yian said.

"It's so close, then I'll accompany you back to Mujia Village first, and then go to Huayu Temple." Sikong Qinglan obviously didn't know where Mujia Village was, let alone that the distance was so close. Hearing this, he said in surprise.

Mu Hanyan looked at Ye Yian in confusion. Mujia Village was more than a thousand miles away from Fengcheng Temple, but only more than six hundred miles away from Huayu Temple. However, he chose Fengcheng Temple. Isn't this going far away instead of near?

Thinking back to when Sikong Qinglan had previously taken the initiative to invite them to the Huayu Temple to take the assessment, and Ye Yian's hesitation, Mu Hanyan secretly guessed that there might be some hidden crisis in the Huayu Temple that might be disadvantageous to him, so he chose to go far away.

But now she has made up her mind, said it, and Ye Yian no longer objects, so it is difficult for her to change her mind.

"Please wait a moment, my carriage is still in the back." Sikong Qinglan said as he ran quickly towards the back of the temple.

Mu Hanyan originally wanted to ask about the Huayu Temple, but seeing that there were so many people around, she temporarily gave up the idea.

Soon, Sikong Qinglan arrived in a carriage to join the others. Seeing Sikong Qinglan's carriage, Mu Hanyan was slightly stunned.

This is not a horse-drawn carriage at all, it is clearly an ox-drawn cart. The old ox pulling the cart has cloudy eyes and is skinny. It is probably much older than Sikong Qinglan. The carriage itself is solid and sturdy, but the shaft and frame are extremely old, and are covered with traces of wind and frost from top to bottom.

At this time, Sikong Qinglan no longer had the elegance of a prayer priest. He was wearing a coarse cloth robe with many patches on it. No matter how you looked at him, he looked like one of the wind-baked and sun-baked farmers in Mujia Village. He was not even as well dressed as Mu Tu.

"I was afraid that the sacrificial robe would be damaged on the way, so I changed my clothes." Noticing Mu Hanyan's slightly surprised look, Sikong Qinglan felt a little embarrassed and his face turned red again.

"Oh, let's go." Mu Hanyan didn't care too much.

Frugality is a virtue, and as a priest, it is normal to be simple.

Originally, Mu Hanyan wanted to stay in Tianfeng City for one night before leaving, but she accidentally offended several of the most prominent priests in Fengcheng Temple, causing unrest in the temple. In the end, she rejected the kindness of the chief priest. Mu Hanyan was afraid of further trouble, so she didn't want to stay in Tianfeng City anymore.

"How about we eat first before leaving?" Ling Baobao looked at Mu Hanyan with pleading eyes.

Traveling thousands of miles and tasting all kinds of delicious food is the lifelong pursuit of the foodie Master Ling.

"Okay, okay, let's eat first." Mu Tu also agreed with shining eyes.

"Okay." Mu Han nodded and said.

Young Master Ling only had this one hobby and interest, and she didn't want to disappoint him. Besides, she was a little hungry after sleeping in the open and eating dry food for several days.

Sikong Qinglan seemed to want to say something, but ultimately didn't say it.

Tianfeng City was no less prosperous than the county towns of the Holy Court Continent. Mu Hanyan had seen quite a few restaurants when she arrived. Since she was unfamiliar with the area and wasn't a foodie, she wasn't picky and simply found a restaurant that caught her eye.

"I'm afraid this restaurant is not cheap." When he entered and saw the magnificent hall, Mu Tu said with some lack of confidence.

"What are you afraid of? I have plenty of money." Ling Baobao said proudly, taking out a few silver ingots and tossing them around in his hands. Judging from his bulging bag, he should have quite a bit on him.

"Where did you get the money?" Mu Hanyan looked at Ling Baobao in surprise.

This guy often made a lot of money by betting with others in the Holy Court Continent, but like her, most of it was silver notes, and no one knew where he got so much silver from.

"They were all given by the villagers." Ling Baobao said righteously.

"You, you actually cheated so much money from us." Mu Tu said gritting his teeth.

"How can this be called cheating? They clearly took the initiative to give it to me." Ling Baobao said disapprovingly.

"Hmph!" Mu Tu glared at Ling Baobao and was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore.

Mu Hanyan shook her head secretly. No wonder the Mu family hated Ling Baobao so much. If it were her, she would probably want to beat him to death.

I found a table by the window, ordered some dishes, and they were served not long after.

Although the folk customs and habits of the Continent of Gods and the Continent of Holy Court are not much different, the laws are different, the products are also somewhat different, and the dishes made are naturally quite different. However, as the saying goes, food is the first necessity of the people, and this table of dishes is still delicious.

In addition to the various dishes, Ling Baobao also ordered a few pots of fine wine. Although Mu Tu was still angry with Ling Baobao, he forgot about his anger once the dishes arrived. He and Ling Baobao, the big foodie, ate with relish, their mouths full of oil, and drank the fine wine while praising the food.

"Brother Xiaobao, eat, eat. Such delicious food can only be made in Tianfeng City. You won't be able to enjoy it when you return to Mujia Village." Mu Tu said as he took big bites of meat.

"Brother Mu, eat too. It's my treat today. No one should be polite to me. Just eat as much as you want." Ling Baobao said while patting Mu Tu's shoulder while eating and drinking like a whirlwind.

"Brother Xiaobao is straightforward, let's drink." Mu Tu also put his arm around Ling Baobao's shoulder, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Mu Hanyan and Ye Yian looked at each other, both with frowns on their faces. They were full of resentment just now, but now they became brothers so quickly. They really couldn't understand the world of foodies.

"Lord Sikong, don't be polite, just eat." Seeing that Sikong Qinglan's throat rolled from time to time, but he only moved his chopsticks occasionally, looking very restrained, Mu Hanyan advised.

"Yeah, I'm full." Sikong Qinglan said.

"Are you full?" Mu Hanyan looked at Sikong Qinglan in confusion. She remembered that he seemed to have rarely moved his chopsticks.

"I don't have a big appetite." Sikong Qinglan started to become shy again.

After hearing what he said, Mu Hanyan stopped trying to persuade him. Turning around, Mu Hanyan was stunned.

In just the time it took to speak a few words to Sikong Qinglan, half of the dishes on the table were gone.

Miss Mu no longer dared to be distracted and quickly picked up her chopsticks to eat. Although she was not a foodie like Ling Baobao, she couldn't go back hungry.

Next to him, Ye Yian did not slack off and started eating voraciously.

Mu Hanyan glanced at him sympathetically. This old man had been in the Continent of Gods for a thousand years, and he probably hadn't eaten anything decent, so he had been craving for it for a long time.

With the scramble among several people, especially Ling Baobao and Mu Tu, the food on the table was gone in no time.