Hearing Du Qian's words, Xu Xian's face showed anger. He finally understood why he always felt something was wrong before.

Two years ago, Master once said that now that the gods and Buddhas have returned to their positions, the storms in the world are once again under the control of heaven.

Under such circumstances, the year-long drought in Luoshui Town could not be due to just the weather; there must be some gods and immortals behind it.

Now, hearing the Dragon King's blaming, Xu Xian immediately believed it 70% and a nameless anger surged in his heart.

Du Qian studied his expression, pondered for a moment, and said, "But then again, Luoshui Town used to have good weather and good harvests, and it was indeed thanks to the Dragon King who brought rain on time. The residents of Luoshui Town have become accustomed to it and have no intention of repaying his kindness. Instead, they are vying to worship Guanyin Bodhisattva. No wonder the Dragon King is furious."

“…”

Xu Xian frowned and retorted: "Brother Du, what you said is wrong. If what you said is true, then the Guanyin Temple is full of copper coins and jade brocades, which means that those who worship Guanyin must be wealthy people."

"They have escaped the most basic food and clothing line, so they have higher aspirations and want to pray to Guanyin for wealth and children."

"If anyone is to blame for being ungrateful, it would be the wealthy people. But what has the Dragon King done? He has not sent a drop of rain in a year. Those wealthy people have long been driven away by him. The only ones left are the elderly, children, women and the poor. Why should he continue to force them?"

"Isn't this going in the opposite direction?"

After hearing Xu Xian's clear and logical argument, Du Qian couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

This guy is not really naive. He has his own opinions on things that are mixed between black and white. He can also dig beyond the surface of things and get to the essence of things in a very short time.

This behavior is indeed very much like the style of a time traveler, but Du Qian always feels that something is wrong.

He frowned slightly and looked at Xu Xian's expression calmly, wondering whether he should try it again.

At this moment, Xu Xian suddenly said: "Brother Du, now that I know about this, I can't just sit back and watch. I can only accept Brother Du's kind invitation..."

Du Qian was slightly startled and asked in surprise: "You want to go back?"

"No." Xu Xian shook his head. "Wait until we are sixty miles ahead and see a pavilion, then put me down!"

Du Qian was confused, but still agreed.

After traveling more than 60 miles, they came to a dilapidated pavilion. Du Qian stopped the carriage, looked at the pavilion and asked, "Is this the place?"

Xu Xian got off the carriage, turned around and bowed to Du Qian, and said sincerely: "This is it. Thank you, Brother Du, for giving me a ride. The mountains are high and the waters are long, and we have a long way to go. Goodbye!"

“…Goodbye.”

Du Qian held the reins, bowed to Xu Xian with a smile, and then drove the carriage forward.

After driving more than a hundred meters away, Du Qian confirmed that Xu Xian behind him could not see him, then he raised his hand and waved, and a physical phantom appeared beside him and took the reins of the carriage from his hand.

He then disappeared and quietly returned to the pavilion.

At this time, Xu Xian was standing in the pavilion, watching the carriage leave.

After a moment, Xu Xian turned around silently, walked through the pavilion, and entered the narrow mountain road on the right.

"...Where are we going?"

Du Qian was curious, so he followed quietly.

Not long after, a thick fog appeared at the end of the mountain road.

Xu Xian walked in without stopping, and then his body glowed with a faint light and he disappeared into the fog.

Seeing this scene, Du Qian couldn't help but smile.

"I see……"

He chuckled, released his spiritual sense, and sensed a little, and indeed found a strange passage.

Without hesitation, Du Qian hid his figure and followed Xu Xian into the fog and entered the passage.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the originally clear sky turned into a dark street in the blink of an eye.

Du Qian stood at the edge of the fog, looking with interest at the candlelit street ahead and the fog dissipating around him.

"Sure enough, there is also a passage leading to the Banbudu Inn..."

In Du Qian's spiritual perception, the fog around him was like the vast East China Sea, and the fog distributed in the valley was a river connecting to the East China Sea.

As the saying goes, rivers flow into the sea and the sea embraces all rivers. These mists are spread in the three realms in a strange way. Anyone who can find the mists spread in the three realms can come here through specific methods.

"This characteristic is somewhat similar to the void gap!"

Du Qian was amazed and immediately took a step forward and walked out of the fog.

At this time, on the street ahead, Xu Xian, dressed in white, was standing in front of the counter.

The guy behind the counter raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and asked lazily, "What's your first and last name?"

Xu Xian replied calmly: "My last name is Xu and my name is Xian."

The waiter asked again: "Where are you from?"

Xu Xian replied: "From where I came from."

The waiter asked, "Where are you going?" Xu Xian replied, "Where are you going?"

After an incomprehensible conversation, the waiter nodded, took out a lantern with a peach wood handle from under the counter and handed it to Xu Xian.

Xu Xian took the lantern, thanked the waiter, and then took a step forward. However, he did not go into the inn behind the waiter, but instead walked deeper into the street with the lantern.

When he reached the end of the street, Xu Xian, holding a lantern and walking without stopping, unexpectedly bumped into the black wall that seemed to be a dead end and disappeared from Du Qian's sight.

Du Qian knew that the inn on this street was just a disguise, and the real Banbudu Inn was behind the black wall.

Thinking of this, Du Qian showed up and came in front of the counter and the waiter.

As early as when he came to this world several days ago, he already knew the existence of the Banbudu Inn.

At the same time, based on the name of Banbudu Inn, Du Qian also guessed another thing, that is, the background tone of this world is most likely the world of the 2006 film and television drama "Legend of the White Snake" starring Liu Tao.

It's just that this world has been influenced by the main world and time travelers, and many changes have occurred, resulting in a huge deviation from the original plot.

Du Qian was unable to act according to the known plot and could only take one step at a time.

Looking at the guy behind the counter, Du Qian was about to speak when he suddenly heard a rush of wind behind him.

"call--"

A gust of wind blew past, and an old man in Taoist robes with white hair and a youthful face rushed in front of him.

Du Qian was surprised. Just as he was about to speak, the old man took out a thousand-year-old ginseng with rich spiritual energy from his arms, stuffed it into Du Qian's hand, and said apologetically, "Sorry, brother, I'm cutting in line!"

After saying that, the old man quickly turned to look at the waiter and said anxiously: "Give me the lantern quickly!"

The guy twitched his lips and looked at Du Qian inquiringly.

Du Qian came back to his senses, looked at the old man with interest, and nodded, "Let him go first, I'm not in a hurry."

After getting Du Qian's response, the waiter nodded and asked the old man where he came from.

After the secret signal was exchanged, the old man took the lantern, rushed hurriedly to the street, and disappeared into the black wall.

"There is also an unexpected gain..."

Du Qian looked at the ginseng in his hand with a smile, put it into the storage space, and then turned to look at the waiter.

At this moment, another figure rushed out of the fog and strode towards Du Qian.

"Amitabha, donor..."

"You want to cut in line too?"

Before he could finish, Du Qian interrupted him rudely and looked at him with an unhappy look on his face.

"……Um?"

After seeing the appearance of the person who came, Du Qian couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

This person was wearing a brocade cassock, holding a nine-ring staff, and wearing a black gauze hat. He had a handsome face and a calm expression, with one hand raised in front of his chest. He was obviously a monk with considerable magical powers.

Thinking of the plot of "The Legend of White Snake" and Xu Xian's name, Du Qian's expression gradually became strange.

Seeing Du Qian's expression was not right, the monk chanted a Buddhist name and said calmly: "Amitabha, you have misunderstood. I don't intend to cut in line. I just want to ask you if you have seen a white-bearded old man..."

"Oh, he did see it!"

Du Qian looked at the monk with interest: "Who is he to you?"

The monk said calmly, "He is an old friend of mine. I followed him here to find out if he has made it past the half-step mark."

After hearing the monk's words, before Du Qian could say anything, the guy behind the counter sighed and said, "I say, you monk, you chased him to the doorstep, and you're not willing to let him go?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the monk immediately understood that the old man had indeed entered more than half a step.

He took a step back, raised his hand and said, "Amitabha, if that's the case, I will wait here for a while."

"No, that's not necessary!" Du Qian turned sideways and said politely, "You go first."

The monk looked at Du Qian with some surprise, then bowed slightly to express his gratitude.

"Amitabha, thank you very much!"

After saying this, he strode forward, holding the staff. The gold rings on the staff collided with each other as he walked, making a clattering sound.

Du Qian looked thoughtfully at the familiar nine-ring staff, and when the monk exchanged secret signals and received the lantern, he suddenly asked with interest, "Monk, what's your name?"

The monk paused, tilted his head slightly, and said calmly: "Jinshan Temple, Fahai."

After saying that, he took a step forward and walked towards the end of the street ahead with the lantern in hand.

Behind him, Du Qian blinked, looked at his back, and a smile appeared on his face.

It’s indeed him!