Compared to the vulgar scene of the other places on the Wind and Moon Boat, this place was like an elegant pavilion, everything looked ancient, giving people a feeling of peace of mind.
The feeling that Ao Fan hated had disappeared, the environment that appeared in front of him made him feel as if he was in the ocean of nature, with clear breath flowing between his mouth and nose, and the breeze brushing his body, a burst of relaxation.
"How about it? This place is upscale enough, isn't it?" The Drinking Meat Monk grinned, pulling him through a glazed-coloured curtain to a small room at the back.
Inside the room, there were tables and chairs, and the walls were covered with calligraphy and paintings by literati, making it look quite interesting. Among them were about ten men, quietly listening to a heavenly music.
A corner of the room, the door curtain isolation, after which vaguely visible a few women, stroking the piano and playing the flute, accompanied by a clear and beautiful sound, sentences such as a dreamy fairy sound like song passed out, fascinating, in the second men in addition to the just came to the wine and meat monk and Ao Fan, all have been intoxicated in the almost perfect sound.
"It's okay." Ao Fan did not have much to compliment, the surface has been as plain as water.
Everything in front of him, even if it is really the top of the earthly world, but for the Dragon Palace, which is one of the most powerful in heaven and earth since he was a child growing up, he will not have much feeling for the scene in front of him. Just like having seen a fairyland, who would marvel at ordinary beauty?
After staying in the so-called high-grade room for only a few moments, they left. Coming out from the Wind and Moon Boat Boat, the Drinking Flesh Monk had a sigh of relief on his face as he said, ''I wanted to bring you here to be happy, who knew that your face would instead become more and more sullen, what a strange man ah. Mo Fei, Mo Fei ..."
"Murphy what?" Ao Fan asked without any good humour, for the Drinking Meat Monk who had directly dragged him to this kind of wind and moon place this evening, he really couldn't bring up the emotion of respect in front of his seniors.
Drinking Meat Monk's eyes opened wider and wider, and finally stared tightly behind Ao Fan, backed up a few steps, and said in horror, "Could it be that what you like is actually a man?"
Ao Fan's face immediately darkened, clenched his fists, forced down the urge to punch someone, and said in a cold voice, "What are you thinking?"
"It's good that it's not, it's good that it's not." The Wine and Meat Monk was like an amnesty, comforting his chest with peace of mind.
Ao Fan's face **, feeling that being with Drinking Meat Monk was even more helpless than being with Big and Little Fatty. The demeanour of the man in front of him was even more astonishing to him, and what he did might be able to break those whose hearts were not strong enough.
Returning to Big Fatty's boat, Ao Fan directly entered the room he was currently staying in. The Drinking Meat Monk sighed repeatedly, feeling quite regretful that he had not been able to enjoy himself in this night's trip, but he eventually entered the room he was staying in.
Five days later, Drinking Meat Monk said goodbye to everyone and left the boat, not knowing where to go to get away. Ten days later, Ao Fan also appeared in front of Big and Little Fatty, bidding farewell to the two. He had decided to leave this place.
Whether it is the big fat man or the little fat man, on this matter does not appear to be surprised, a look of clear in the chest, but let Ao Fan was stunned.
The big fat man laughed: "I knew you have a goal in mind, will not be limited to the West Lake amusement. Although this place is beautiful, it is only suitable for those of us who are idle. You are here, but to recover your injuries. Since your injuries have recovered to the fullest, you obviously have no reason to continue staying, and deciding to leave is not unexpected."
Although at one time, Big Fatty had acted in a way that appeared to be a lover of money and not like a cultivator. However, it could not be denied that he was quite intelligent, able to defuse his own danger in a kind of crisis situation, and was equally able to easily surmise Ao Fan's mind.
Ao Fan slowly said, ''Since you all already know the purpose of my coming, I won't say more. I will leave here immediately, and may even leave the Western Wasteland. The heavens and the earth are vast, and the day we meet will be long, perhaps we will never meet again that day, but I will not forget your kindness in taking care of me during this period of time."
"Everything is fine." Big Fatty squinted his small eyes and said with a smile, "What's more, we may not necessarily run out of days to meet again. My senses have always been accurate, and my intuition tells me that we are very fated and will still meet again. At that time, everything presented before us will also be very different from the past."
"Yeah, yeah." Little Fatty smiled and interjected, "When we meet again in the future, you must treat me to a meal at the central divine city of a random place in the Five Directions Region."
"You foodie, you just know how to eat and eat and eat." Big Fatty glanced at Little Fatty and drank.
Ao Fan smiled and said, "If there is that opportunity, I will definitely be the host."
The Divine City of the Five Directions Region, on the other hand, was the most prosperous city in the five wide regions, all of which had remarkable origins and were honoured by the world as the Divine City, which was a Divine City with only Dao Realm Cultivators.
Ao Fan finally left this boat, leaving behind the big and small fat man to continue living his original life.
He walked out of Spirit Sound City and travelled all the way north to Little Spirit Mountain. Since he had decided to leave the Western Wasteland, he naturally had to go and let go of some things before leaving. He knew that Qing Qing lived on Little Spirit Mountain, and this trip was to find her.
On the Little Spirit Mountain, the green grass stretched hazel, and the flowers were fragrant and intoxicating. Flying springs and waterfalls, small bridges and waterfalls, everything is available, a spiritual mountain and beautiful water, like a paradise. However, the strange thing is that there is no living creature here. No people, no small animals ...
Ao Fan's inner doubts grew, and he became cautious as he walked. He walked a lot, and when he was about to come to the top of the mountain, he found a small white rabbit jumping and appearing from the eyes, and then immediately into the lush grass and disappeared.
Continuing to walk for a while, he arrived at the top of the mountain, and apart from the same environment as before, nothing else happened. He walked down the other side of Little Spirit Mountain again, and only when he was about to come to the mountainside did he find a temple built in a bamboo forest.
He guessed that even if this was not Qing Qing's place of residence, it should have some relation. This was because the environment on the other side of the Little Spirit Mountain told him that there would not be many people living here.
Arriving in front of the temple, he raised his head and looked, and the three words Putian Temple instantly caught his eyes!
He was slightly stunned, wasn't the Putian Temple exactly the temple that Big and Little Fatty and the others had come to? Then he thought that when Qing Qing had been wearing vegetarian clothes, she had some relationship with Hua Tian Temple, perhaps what she said about living in Little Spirit Mountain was precisely living within Putian Temple.
Outside of the Putian Temple, the green hedge enclosure, slightly looks a little dilapidated. There is a huge tree standing outside the temple, drifting down pieces of fallen leaves, because no one intends to do so for many years, piled up a full layer on the ground, stepping on it there is the sound of rustling coming from the ground, the light wind from the ground whisked by, rolled up several pieces of fallen leaves fluttering and dancing.
"On Little Spirit Mountain, this should be the only building." Ao Fan softly muttered to himself, having already crossed the fence and entered the confines of the Putian Temple.