Qin Luo bowed to the Buddha, then turned around and prepared to leave Yunzhong Temple.

The fat monk frowned when he saw Qin Luo trying to leave without buying incense. "Are you a Taoist priest from the White Deer Temple?"

"I am from Longhu Temple."

"Never heard of it."

The fat monk's eyes were filled with disdain.

Qin Luo smiled slightly and said softly, "That's normal. I didn't know about Yunzhong Temple before either."

The fat monk frowned and scoffed, "Heh. I've seen plenty of Taoist priests come to the temple, but this is the first time I've seen one come to burn incense and worship Buddha."

Qin Luo remained calm and said with a smile, "Buddha is a senior, so what's wrong with paying homage?"

"Though the rain from heaven may be abundant, it cannot nourish the boundless grass; though the Buddha's teachings may be extensive, they cannot save those without affinity."

You're right.

Qin Luo left the main hall directly.

"So it's just some poor, pedantic Taoist priest who appeared out of nowhere," the fat monk couldn't help but mutter. When he looked up at the Buddha statue high above, he was terrified.

The Buddha, seated high above, now glared angrily, as if he wanted to devour the fat monk.

"Buddha, please calm your anger!"

The fat monk knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, his head bleeding profusely, but he dared not stop.

Qin Luo could hear the sound of kowtowing coming from the main hall even from a distance, and couldn't help but smile, "This fat monk is sharp-tongued, but his body is quite devout."

Leaving Yunzhong Temple.

Qin Luo headed north.

There were no obstacles along the way.

In the evening, Qin Luo passed through a small village. When the village children saw him, they called to their friends and ran to the village entrance to watch. "Look, he looks like a cultivator."

“Cultivators all ride the clouds and mist, or at the very least fly on swords. He must be a fake.”

"Hey, do you know magic?"

Qin Luo stopped and looked at the group of children, nodding with a smile, "A little."

Can we take a look?

The children's eyes were clear and innocent.

Qin Luo didn't mind staying a little longer. The wooden sword at his waist soared into the air and circled the children once.

"Wow!"

"He really is a cultivator!"

A snotty-nosed child sniffed the snot that was about to fall into his mouth and said excitedly, "Master, my mother said there's a big gray wolf in the mountains. Can you chase it away?"

"There are water ghosts in our village pond!"

"I also have a tigress in my family."

Qin Luo's divine sense covered the area but he did not find the gray wolf or the water ghost. This was probably a white lie. "I can't deal with them either. You'd better be careful."

"broken."

"You can't swim anymore."

"I want to go up the mountain to raid bird nests."

Seeing that even someone as powerful as Qin Luo couldn't defeat the big bad wolf and the water ghost, the children dared not approach those areas.

An old man leading a water buffalo stood at the village entrance. He witnessed Qin Luo talking with the children. The old man smiled and nodded at Qin Luo, who returned the smile.

...

night.

Qin Luo arrived at a desolate mountain.

Thick fog filled the mountains, making it difficult for ordinary people to see the road, but Qin Luo walked as if on flat ground.

Qin Luo walked in the mountains for a long time but did not leave. He sensed something was wrong, and his eyes gleamed with golden light. "So that's how it is."

The thick fog in the mountains is just a smokescreen to hide the barrier of this place. If you can't break through the barrier, you'll keep going around in circles in the mountains, a phenomenon commonly known as being trapped in a maze.

Qin Luo stood in the mountains, looking into the depths of the thick fog. "Senior, we have no enmity, why are you trapping me?"

"Just boredom." The thick fog dissipated, and a refined middle-aged man appeared in the mountains with a smile on his face.