Old temple in bamboo forest.

Except for Hui Xian, there is no human being, and half of them are small stones.

But there is no trace of evil spirit at all.

Because there are real eminent monks living in seclusion here.

The stone road in front of the temple.

Bai Yujun looked at the crumbling temple door with emotion.

"This is the life of a fairy..."

There was rare laughter in the Hanshan Wild Temple. The monkeys covered with monkey fur were doing somersaults happily, the iron ball was spinning hard, the little rocks were giggling as they touched their bald heads, and the snake demon boy was holding a knife and rarely smiled. The monsters had a happy party in the same way.

The main thing is eating, either eating people or eating.

Boil water, cook, the scent of bacon is strong, dig a jar and bury 300-year-old wine.

Candlelight is warm yellow.
Chapter completed!