Rural Shennong

Chen Ping got the news, said goodbye to the reluctant Wolfe, promised him to visit the Dark Council when he was free, and immediately flew to Brittany by special plane.

It was already afternoon when he arrived at Pont Rabe Manor by car from the airport.

When he got off the car at the gate of the manor, Chen Ping felt something strange: "Huh?"

He lowered his head and stomped his feet: "How could this be?"

Miao Runlian came out from the manor and saw Chen Ping standing in a daze at the door, so she walked up to him and asked, "Ping, what are you doing here? Come in with me and have a look."

Chen Ping waved his hand and said, "No rush!"

"Runlian, don't you notice something's wrong here?"

Miao Runlian smiled wryly: "Of course it's not right. I tested it. It's better not to drip the psychic liquid. Grape seedlings dripped with psychic liquid will die faster."

Chen Ping shook his head: "I'm not talking about this, have you noticed that the aura here is thinner than other places."

Miao Runlian's cultivation was far behind Chen Ping's, and she was far less sensitive to spiritual energy than him.

When Chen Ping reminded her, Miao Runlian felt it carefully, and then suddenly said: "It's true, the aura here is worse than other places."

"Could it be that the grapes here are not alive because of the aura?"

Chen Ping touched his chin and thought for a while: "I'm not sure yet, wait until I take a closer look."

A manor of 160 square kilometers is a large area for ordinary people, but for a strong man like Chen Ping, it doesn't take long to go around.

Chen Ping turned from afternoon to dusk, walked around the manor, and finally set his sights on the abandoned temple in the center of the manor.

He found that the density of the surrounding aura, with the temple as the center, was distributed in a ladder shape, getting denser as it went out, and thinner as it went in.

When he walked slowly to the vicinity of the temple, he noticed that the concentration of the aura around the temple was almost the same as the concentration of the aura before the recovery of the earth's aura.

Not to mention Chen Ping, even Miao Runlian sensed something was wrong: "The aura here is too thin, and I feel a sense of suffocation."

"Ping, is there something wrong with this abandoned temple?"

Chen Ping thought for a while: "I don't know if there is a problem here, you can find a local, and I will ask him what is the situation of this temple."

Chen Ping didn't know much about the history of the Holy Court of Light in Europe, but he could tell that this was a very old temple, and every brick and stone outside had an air of ancient vicissitudes.

There is a rusty lock on the door of the hall, it seems that it has not been opened for a long time.

Miao Runlian was very embarrassed: "Ping, I forgot to tell you that I drove away all the locals here."

Chen Ping was speechless, he didn't expect Miao Runlian's actions to be so crisp and neat: "Didn't anyone stay?"

Suddenly, an indifferent face flashed in Miao Runlian's mind: "By the way, Aping, there is another winemaker who is of Chinese descent. I didn't let him go."

"Wait, I'll find him."

Chen Ping nodded: "Well, you go, look for it by the way, see if you can find the key to open the door."

Not long after, Miao Runlian brought an old man with long white hair to the entrance of the temple.

"Zhang Yu, this is the big boss of the manor. You can call him Mr. Chen, or the boss. He has something to ask you."

Zhang Yu nodded slightly and said, "Hi, boss!"

Chen Ping asked: "Zhang Yu, do you know who is in charge of this temple?"

Zhang Yu replied: "I heard from the locals that this temple has a history of at least several hundred years. It existed when the ancestors of Pont Rabe came here."

"But it doesn't belong to anyone now, and it has long been abandoned."

"More than 30 years ago, the previous generation of manor owners funded the construction of a new temple in the urban area of ​​Punta Rabe."

"The Bishop of the Holy Court here moved there after the new temple was built."

"Now this temple, if you dismantle it, no one will take care of it. It can be regarded as your private property."

Chen Ping walked up the steps of the temple and kicked on the decayed gate.

"Crash!"

The rusty chains on the door were snapped, but the two seemingly rotten doors were safe and sound, even the knockers above were not broken.

"Huh?" Chen Ping stepped forward to look at the door knocker and door panel, and the more he looked, the more surprised he became.

He found that although the outside of the door panel was decayed, the inside was indeed solid metal, which was connected to the door knocker.

Moreover, this metal is actually made of a four-level alloy.

Chen Ping was able to build a pagoda with a first-level alloy Sunburn Blood Jade, and a fourth-level alloy was no longer a rare item for him.

However, it was at least several hundred years ago that two gates could be made with four-level alloys.

If you say that this temple has no secrets, even if you beat Chen Ping to death, you wouldn't believe it.

Chen Ping wanted to go in and investigate carefully: "Zhang Yu, you go back first!"

Zhang Yu hesitated for a moment: "Boss, I want to talk to you about wine making."

"Those employees, I advise you to come back earlier, without them..."

Chen Ping waved his hand: "I'll talk to you about wine making when I have time, you go back first."

Zhang Yu sighed: "Okay!"

Seeing Zhang Yu walking away with a lonely face, Chen Ping took Miao Runlian into the temple.

The temple has not been cleaned all year round, and it has long been covered with thick dust.

Facing the gate, there is a huge cross. The god on the cross has no face, with broken limbs, and only half of it can be seen.

This is not because the statues of the gods have been damaged. All the statues of the gods of light in the Holy Court of Light are like this.

Just as Chen Ping and Miao Runlian entered the temple, several priests were standing respectfully in front of a young man in the newly built temple in the urban area of ​​Pong Rabe.

That young man is none other than the paladin of the Holy Court of Light, Carolin.

"You said, there is only this temple here?"

A young, beautiful, and hot female cultivator said softly, "Yes, my lord, I have been here for ten years to practice, and I have never heard of the second temple."

Carolin looked at a transparent hexagonal crystal rod in his hand, and his face was full of doubts: "This is impossible!"

He also knew about the great array of descending gods.

When he came to Punta Rabe this time, he came to look for that base.

According to the markings on the ancient map, one of the bases should be near Punta Labe.

Just when he was full of doubts, an old man reeking of alcohol hurried in from the outside.

"Lord Carolingian, welcome to the Temple of Pont Rabe. I am Bishop Ocons here."

Caroline frowned slightly: "Ocons, don't you know that clergy are not allowed to drink alcohol?"

Ocons was startled: "I'm guilty, I shouldn't drink, please forgive me."

The precepts of the Holy See include no adultery, no drinking, no gambling, no greed for money, etc. There are too many rules.

But only devout ascetic monks will abide by it.

Even Carolin, a paladin, had evil thoughts towards Lei Luan in the secret realm, logically speaking, that was also a violation of the commandments.

Carolin snorted coldly, and didn't care too much, he was here to deal with business.

"Ocons, let me ask you, is there only such a temple in the Pont Rabe area?"