Only then did Murong Ningyue realize that he was thinking too much about the fairy world. It turned out that there were mortals in the fairy world, but Murong Ningyue quickly said nervously: "What about your master? He is not like you, nor is he an immortal?"

Murong Ningyue put all the hope of finding Ye Yaorao on Xiaoqiang's master. If Xiaoqiang's master is just a spirit emperor like Xiaoqiang, she might as well go to Ye Yao herself.

Fortunately, Xiaoqiang said proudly at this time: "Of course my master is a real immortal. Miss Murong, don't worry, you will know when you arrive at the place!"

Murong Ningyue stopped talking after hearing this. Seeing that Xiaoqiang's speed was too slow, Murong Ningyue simply picked up Xiaoqiang and took Xiaoqiang quickly to Xiaoqiang's sect.

When Murong Ningyue came to the sect that Xiaoqiang mentioned, Murong Ningyue felt deceived. The sects she had seen during the Yaoguang Continent occupied a mountain, and even if they were a little shabby, they had to occupy a large area of ​​land.

But at this moment, what Murong Ningyue saw was a dilapidated temple. The plaque in front of the temple was crooked and slanted, and it seemed like it would fall off at any time. It had three big words "Kongruo Temple".

Murong Ningyue turned her head and looked at Xiaoqiang with a speechless look: "Is this where your sect is? Is your master in this dilapidated temple?"

Xiaoqiang pulled Murong Ningyue into the scene and said, "Miss Murong, you can't say that to us Kongruo Temple. My master said that the mountain is not high and there is a fairy name. Although our Kongruo Temple looks a little shabby, monks cannot care about these."

Looking at Xiaoqiang's serious appearance, Murong Ningyue couldn't help but ask, "Men? Are you a monk? Aren't monks trying to cut their heads off?"

Xiaoqiang felt embarrassed when he heard this, "Master said that my cultivation level is too poor now and I can't slap my head. I can only practice with my hair first. After I become an immortal, my master will slap me!"

Murong Ningyue felt speechless and even more regretful that she followed Xiaoqiang to Kongruo Temple. But since she had already arrived, she could just look at who Xiaoqiang’s master was. Maybe she really has some ability.

When Xiaoqiang brought Murong Ningyue to the temple, Murong Ningyue saw an old monk sitting there under a dusty Buddha statue. The old monk closed his eyes and held a string of Buddhist beads in his hands, muttering something and didn't know what he was saying.

Xiaoqiang said to the old monk: "Master, I'm back! See who I'm bringing!"

When the old monk heard this, he frowned and scolded Xiaoqiang: "How many times have I told you? Don't bother me when chanting scriptures for my master! I don't care who you bring back, do you know that this is disrespectful to the Buddha?"

The old monk scolded Xiaoqiang, and Xiaoqiang nodded repeatedly after being spoken. After saying enough, the old monk turned his sight to Murong Ningyue. After seeing Murong Ningyue, the old monk's face suddenly calmed down.

The old monk said kindly to Murong Ningyue: "Is this female donor coming to our Kongruo Temple to pray for blessings or fortune-telling? I have the Dharma name Kong. Although the Taoist practice is not bad, it is still no problem to calculate a fortune for the female donor. As long as the female donor gives away some incense and oil money, it is enough."

Murong Ningyue looked at the old monk Lekong, and no matter how she looked, she felt that this guy looked like a big liar. She was even more suspicious of what Xiaoqiang said before, and Xiaoqiang said from the side:
Chapter completed!