Seeing that the storm in the village did not involve him, Lin Ban felt relieved and prepared to implement the next plan.

But Mu Yun stopped him in time: "To take revenge, you must be strong enough. Now what you need most is to improve your strength as soon as possible, rather than take risks with yourself! If you take me to the Taoist temple, I have to figure out some things first."

In the past few days, after asking about Lin Ban's cultivation experience, Mu Yun has a deeper understanding of Lin Ban's mental cultivation method, but she still has some doubts, so she asked Lin Ban to take her to the small Taoist temple in Qinglong Mountain and ask Lin Ban's master to understand.

"He is really not a master, he is just an ordinary mortal, and there is nothing to see." Lin Ban said with a frown.

"Take me there!" Mu Yun was unmoved, "What's his name?"

"Song Shouyi." Lin Ban finally compromised.

Lin Ban's master Song Shouyi is a monk in his fifties. Good men and women usually call him the Taoist priest. He guards a small Sanqing Temple alone in the back mountain of Qinglong Mountain. The responsibilities of the master, servant, accountant, and chef are all shoulder to shoulder.

Taoist temples are remote, and most of the people nowadays believe in Buddhism but not Taoism, so their life is naturally a bit difficult. Fortunately, Taoist priests have emphasized personal practice since ancient times, so they have some experience in martial arts fitness and traditional Chinese medicine health care, and Song Shouyi is no exception. It is said that in addition to his health boxing, he also has certain attainments in medical skills and can cure some difficult and complicated diseases that cannot be cured by Western medicine. Therefore, nearby residents often come to him for medical treatment, donate some money and incense to the Taoist temple. Therefore, Song Shouyi has not been worried about being out of stock over the years, and can occasionally go out for a trip.

"Song Shouyi? This name has some meaning." Mu Yun pondered for a long time and gave a comment.

"Haha, what's the meaning? Actually, he used to be a veterinarian. Later, he couldn't make it anymore, so he became a monk and a Taoist priest." Lin Ban couldn't help laughing, "Shouyi, veterinarian, I guess he changed his old career to a monk's name."

"Don't talk nonsense." Mu Yun looked at Lin Banyi lightly, "Holding Pu Shuyi, this is a state of Taoist cultivation! Since he dared to use Shoyi's name, he must have some Taoist practices, maybe he is a master!"

"Chi, if he is a master, I am an immortal." Lin Ban sneered.

In Lin Ban's eyes, the old Taoist priest had no mystery at all. It was his medical skills closely related to the veterinary doctor's life. Lin Ban had learned a lot, but he could not even cure his father's paralysis, so he naturally felt that it was just like this. So he was only grateful to the old Taoist priest, but he had no sense of awe.

As it turned out, Lin Ban was right. When they crossed mountains and rivers to the Taoist temple, Song Shouyi was squatting on a bamboo chair watching TV. He was wearing a small vest and shorts, holding a cigarette in his left hand, and snatching his feet with his right hand. No matter how he looked, he was a vulgar old man, and he didn't have the image of a master at all.

He also looked very ordinary - he was a fat and short old man, about sixty years old and only 1.65 meters tall. His facial features were quite well-proportioned on his fat face, but the few marijuana seeds and small eyes on his face added a bit of vulgarity to him.

"Boy, you..." Hearing the movement behind him, Song Shouyi turned around and smiled, and then saw Mu Yun.

"Wait!" Song Shou was stunned for a while, obviously scared by Mu Yun's beauty and elegance. His old face turned red, he threw away the cigarette butt like lightning, then jumped off the bamboo chair and ran into a small room.

"I'm right?" Lin Ban spread his hands with a wry smile.

Mu Yun didn't say anything, but just stared at Song Shouyi's back, with a flash of light in his eyes.

After a while, Song Shouyi came out. This time, he was wearing a Taoist robe, a square crown on his head, a thick-soled cloth shoes, holding a goose-feather square fan in his left hand, and stroking his long white beard with his right hand. He looked handsome and handsome. With a kind but solemn expression on his face, he was simply an image of a master.

"Master, it's too late." Lin Ban couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

"I'm polite." Song Shouyi glared at Lin Ban, then hugged Lin Ban and bowed with his hands, and showed a flattering smile to Mu Yun, "I don't know what's the point of coming to my temple?"

"You know my purpose, why are you pretending to be confused?" Mu Yun stared at Song Shouyi's numb face for a while, and said unhappily.

Song Shouyi's smile froze, and after a while, he patted his forehead heavily and showed a sincere and happy smile again: "I understand, beauty, do you want to look at the appearance or seek hexagrams? Don't worry, my hexagrams have always been very effective, and if you don't work, don't want money."

Lin Ban couldn't help frowning. In the past, when Master met a woman, he could still call him "faithful" or "female layman" without any politeness. This time, he was so pig. It seems that Mu Yun's beauty is really lethal. However, he can still tell fortunes for such a beauty and not forget to ask for money. It shows that Master's determination in Taoism is simply a role model for Taoist priests in the country...

After hearing Song Shouyi's words, Mu Yun was silent for a while, then nodded: "Okay, then you can help me see my palmar. But if you can't see it, you have to lose something for me."

"How is that possible?" Song Shouyi smiled confidently, "If I can't see it, you can move the things in my temple with you, and you can move Yuanshi Tianzun away."

"A word is determined!" Mu Yun nodded, then slowly stretched out his right hand and reached in front of Song Shouyi's eyes.

Her hands were slender and fair, swaying frost and snow, and there was a faint and strange fragrance.

Song Shouyi felt his heart shaking and quickly looked at it. Then the fat on his face suddenly twitched violently, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Seeing this, Lin Ban looked around and looked at it. The expression on his face suddenly became very strange.

Lin Ban knew that in addition to medical skills and boxing, his master Song Shouyi was mostly cheating. For example, his ability to read fortune-telling did not come from the Essays of the Book of Changes, but learned from a book "Inquiry on Palmology" on a street stall. He mainly reads several palm lines and then talks nonsense.

Strangely, in the past, he often missed and rarely missed.

But this time, Song Shouyi probably had a boat capsized in the gutter - Mu Yun's palm was as beautiful as jade, which was perfect, but there was no obvious pattern at all. Even the life line, love line, career line, etc. that ordinary people must have, did not have.

"This..." Sure enough, Song Shouyi looked at it with a bitter face for a while before he said dullly, "Beauty, your palms are very strange, I can't understand..."

"Then let's talk about the serious matter. Did you teach Lin Ban's practice method?" Mu Yun was not obsessed with palmistry at all, and went straight to the point.

Song Shou was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Give me the lower half!" Mu Yun said crisply, his words were quite rude.

Song Shouyi was stunned again, shook his head and said, "There is no lower part."

"Give me that book." Mu Yun pressed step by step, "Since you can't see the palm, I have the right to ask for books."

"Hey, who are you? Why do you interfere with Lin Ban's affairs?" Song Shouyi obviously attached great importance to this book, and finally couldn't help but change his face. He didn't even say the word "Please" that he usually kept talking, but instead rolled up his sleeves and pretended to be the aggressive black boss.

"Good question!" Mu Yun's words were chilling, "You are his master, but you don't teach him the complete method of cultivation. What kind of heart do you have?"

"What are you talking nonsense? Will I harm him?" Song Shouyi's numb face turned red with anger.

"Mu Yun, be polite to my master!" Lin Ban was also anxious.

But Mu Yun no longer paid attention to them and walked towards the back door of the Taoist temple.

"If you don't want to hand it over, I have to go find it myself!"

Mu Yun's cold voice floated in from outside the Taoist temple, with an unpredictable weirdness.

She walked gracefully, but she seemed to be slow and fast. In just a few steps, she walked out of the Taoist temple.

"Shrinking to the ground?" Song Shouyi stared at Mu Yun's back, and his body suddenly trembled slightly, then grabbed Lin Ban's arm and asked quietly, "Lin Ban, who is she?"

"Her name is Mu Yun, and she is my classmate."

"Nonsense! Where did you come from such a beautiful female classmate?" Song Shouyi didn't believe it.

"Master, I'll tell you next time." Lin Ban shouted while struggling, "Mu Yun, where are you going? Wait for me!"

When Lin Ban and Song Shouyi chased after him, Mu Yun's figure had long disappeared.

Lin Banzheng looked around, but Song Shouyi closed his eyes and stood still for a moment, then his expression changed drastically: "Oh no!"

The next second, Song Shouyi's body turned into a wisp of blue smoke and rushed towards a mountain not far away.

Lin Ban had never seen a fat and fat master running so fast, which was simply not the agility he should have in his age and his figure.

At the mountain, Mu Yun's voice was coming leisurely: "Two dragons grab the pearls, and the yin and yang alternate. The feng shui of this place is good. No wonder the old guy wants to hide good things here... Humph, let's see if you pretend to be confused for me!"
Chapter completed!