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As a saint of the Human Sect, Yang Miaozhen has unparalleled beauty. Although she is not proud of this, she will not deny it either.

The Renzong explores the seven emotions and six desires of human beings and wants to see the end of lust.

Although she is often extremely cold, the aura brought by the Renzong technique itself gives Yang Miaozhen a kind of contradictory charm under her coldness that is difficult to ignore.

This hidden and alluring aura makes almost all men feel uncontrollable and have troubles in their hearts when they see her face.

Therefore, she was even more shocked by the calmness in Zhao Wujiang's eyes, which was not moved by external objects and had no charm at all.

What Yang Miaozhen didn't know was that the reason why Zhao Wujiang was like this was because he had seen beautiful faces before, such as Xuanyuan Jing. Under the disguised mask, he had an appearance that turned all living beings upside down.

The second reason is because Zhao Wujiang admires Tao from the bottom of his heart.

Different from the weak status of the Taoist sect in Daxia, the proliferation of various gangs in the Jianghu caused the people of the Jianghu to lose their respect for the people in the Taoist sect.

In Zhao Wujiang's hometown, although the Taoist way of local culture is in a weak position and is suppressed by all cultures, such as God, Allah, Buddha, etc., there are still many people who sincerely like the traditional culture of their hometown.

Respect the Tao.

Zhao Wujiang is one of them.

There is no extravagance and no blasphemy other than reverence, and there is the coldness and purity in Zhao Wujiang's eyes.

"Sister Miaozhen, aren't you hungry?" The little Taoist nun Wei Qingling's eyes flashed and her mouth was already full of food.

Yang Miaozhen shook his head, withdrew his gaze, thought for a moment, and opened his red lips:

"Qing Ling, after eating, just rest here for a while before going on your way."

"Okay!" The little Taoist nun was delighted, raising her arms and waving. She was exhausted from rushing on the road. No one outside the Taoist sect knows about Lanruo Temple's treasure anyway. What's the difference if she goes earlier and later?

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It's the end of time.

The rain fell suddenly and pattered.

It's noon again and it's raining again, which inevitably makes people feel a little sleepy.

Yang Miaozhen was meditating in the guest room. She just wanted to wake up Wei Qingling, who was sleeping soundly, but the rain dripped outside. Wei Qingling rubbed her hazy eyes, turned over, and fell asleep again hugging the quilt.

Yang Miaozhen glanced outside the house. It was as gray as the night before. She did not forcefully wake up Wei Qingling and rush on her way. Instead, she continued to practice the Taoist formula with her hands and fell into practice.

"Squeak."

Zhao Wujiang opened the door and had already packed his luggage. The two or three hours of rest had already replenished his energy, and he had to continue on his way.

After leaving the inn, he got on his horse, wore a raincoat and a bamboo hat on his head, waved the reins under the rain, and rushed towards Lanlin City.

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In the vast rivers and lakes, there is a view.

The Taoist temple is in ruins, weeds are growing, the statues of the Heavenly Lord and the Patriarch are broken and fall to the ground, falling apart and turning into messy rubble.

The rain fell harder and harder, hitting the broken tiles of the Taoist temple.

A slovenly Taoist ran past the broken walls and ruins, ran through the smoke and vines, and entered the Taoist temple.

He shook off the rainwater on his hands, took off his already wet Taoist robe, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at this unknown Taoist temple that had declined over the years.

There are spider webs everywhere, air leaks everywhere, and the gray sky can be seen from many places on the roof.

The raindrops formed a string, making the inside of the Taoist temple a mess.

"Tsk..." The Taoist shook his head. He had traveled long distances to find some hidden truths in history. Now that he had taken shelter from the rain and came to this dilapidated Taoist temple, he felt sad.

"It happens that the house leaks when it rains continuously all night, um... No, no, it's noon at this time, it's not rain at night..." The Taoist sighed, and suddenly turned his ears, and seemed to hear a sound.

He felt something in his heart, looked to the northwest, kept touching his fingers, and suddenly made an ouch:

"Foolish disciple, your destiny is right in front of you, how could you miss it? You should chase after it!"

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A thunder suddenly sounded outside the inn.
Chapter completed!