He immediately felt nervous, and he quickly turned to look at Murong Chunyu and asked, "Madam, is the ancestor of your Tianquan Sect a woman?"

Murong Chunyu smiled and said, "No, it's a woman."

Zhao Rui thought to himself: This is really rare. It is amazing that a weak woman can actually establish a school and a faction!

That is, the ancestor of the Tianquan Sect has been dead for many years. If she is still alive now, no matter how far apart they are, Zhao Rui will definitely go and take a look at it in person.

It’s better to see what kind of woman is like with such magical powers that can be called a woman who is as good as a woman!

Zhao Rui and Murong Chunyu walked for nearly an hour and felt a little tired. They were about to sit on the mountain road and take a break.

When I turned around, I suddenly saw a pastoral area about a thousand meters away on my right. Somehow, it may have delayed the autumn harvest this year. Now it has snowed, but it has only been harvested.

A young monk was bent down and putting the cucumbers on the ground into the basket, crawling forward all the way, taking one step and one bowing, and bending over two steps and one bowing down, and was very busy.

Murong Chunyu and Zhao Rui watched the scene and found it very interesting.

After a while, an old monk was carrying a shoulder pole on his shoulder pole. Two large iron buckets were hung on the left and right sides of the shoulder pole, and the water inside the iron bucket was very full.

He quickly came out of the forest and focused on watering the ground.

Murong Chunyu and Zhao Rui both felt very strange. In theory, why should we water the ground in the autumn harvest?

One is harvesting and the other is planting. Wouldn’t it be put before the horse?

Because the scene was too strange, Murong Chunyu and Zhao Rui looked at the scene in front of him intently.

After a while, the young monk said loudly: "Master! The seeds in it have been planted, come and water it!"

The old monk breathed evenly, without panting at all, and was very calm while walking.

In this way, I even decided that this is not about autumn harvest, but about planting crops.

Murong Chunyu and Zhao Rui saw that the heavy snow had covered the ground at this time, but they only planted them now. Isn’t this ridiculous?

After thinking about it, only two monks appeared quickly and whispered to the old monk: "I tell you, Shi Lin, be careful not to be lazy, otherwise we will deal with you according to the temple law!"

"Don't look at your high qualifications and have been in Shaolin Temple for many years, but you have made a mistake after all, and we have the right to deal with you."

The two monks were not old and probably were in their twenties, which was about the same age as Zhao Rui.

Zhao Rui was about to speak when he suddenly felt something was wrong with Murong Chunyu standing beside him, so he quickly turned around and saw Murong Chunyu's expression change drastically at this time.

He said in a daze: "Oh my God, it's really unbelievable. The person I asked the ancestor of our Tianquan Sect to find is the old monk in the garden, Master Shi Lin!"

Zhao Rui was shocked. He could not believe his ears. He never expected that the founder of the Tianquan Sect would be thinking about such an old monk.
Chapter completed!