At this time, Hong Changqing didn't know what it meant to have his meridians sealed by Ye Chen. He only knew that he couldn't just leave in despair.

At a certain moment, he thought about calling Ye Chen's grandmother and asking her to help with the evaluation.

But as the year passed, he suddenly felt that he could never make such an impulsive move.

Because Ye Chen had already told him before that he was not allowed to reveal his identity to her grandmother. If he knowingly committed the crime, once he really pissed off Ye Chen, not to mention the four meridians being blocked, he might kill everyone.

Hong Changqing was dejected. After much deliberation, he still felt that he must find a way to obtain Ye Chen's forgiveness. Only in this way could he regain his original cultivation level.

So, he recalled that Ye Chen had just said that he would take him to the Champs Elysees Hot Spring, so he immediately stood up and hailed a taxi on the side of the road.

It was the first time that the taxi driver saw an old man dressed as a Taoist priest, and Hong Changqing was indeed a bit of a Taoist. When he saw him getting into the car, he asked in a very respectful manner: "Taoist priest, where are you going?"

ah?"

Hong Changqing said: "I want to go to Champs Elysees Hot Spring."

"Going to a hot spring?" The taxi driver was a little puzzled. He didn't know why a seasoned man wanted to go to a hot spring hotel.

Before Hong Changqing could speak, he thought of something and said casually: "By the way, Master, the Champs Elysees Hot Spring Hotel has closed. It is said that it will be upgraded and renovated. The opening time has not yet been determined. I have attracted a few guests there in the past two days.

, all in vain, if you want to soak in hot springs, I will introduce you to some specific places."

Hong Changqing shook his head and said: "I'm not going to the hot springs. I have something to do with someone."

"Oh, no wonder!" the taxi driver said with a smile: "I would say that a Taoist priest like you, who is a master who is dedicated to asking questions at first glance, cannot have time to go to any hot springs."

After saying that, he asked again: "Taoist Master, which Taoist temple do you usually practice in? My mother is a devout Taoist and always goes to Tianhou Temple to burn incense."

Hong Changqing nodded and said, "I am not from Jinling. I am from the United States, and my Taoist temple is also in the United States."

"America?" the taxi driver said with surprise on his face: "Taoist Master, isn't this Taoism from China? Why are there still Taoist temples in the United States?"

Hong Changqing rolled his eyes at him and asked, "Are there no churches in China?"

"Yes..." the driver chuckled and said, "I understand when you say that. Then you should have gone from China to the United States to preach in the United States a few years ago, right?"

Hong Changqing looked embarrassed and said with a smile: "I have been busy cultivating all my life, and I have never preached or preached."

The driver gave him a thumbs up and praised: "As soon as I saw you, I felt that I was destined to be with you. You look like a serious Taoist priest, not one of those liars who deceive people!"

Hong Changqing ignored him, but looked out the window absentmindedly, thinking back to the hardships and hardships of practicing hard in the United States for so many years, and then thinking about the fact that at a young age, he traveled thousands of miles to come to China to seek opportunities, but who would have thought that he would be so happy?

Not two days after what happened, I have now regressed into a four-star warrior...

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved Hong Changqing felt, and tears flowed out unsatisfactorily.
Chapter completed!