Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

"Retreat is important."

"Please go first, Mr. Chen, there is no need to take care of me."

I saw that his eyes showed anxiety and urgency.

Chen Yulou is also a cultivator, so how could he not understand what he is thinking at this moment.

There is still enlightenment in the exchange of martial arts.

What's more, they are two sword cultivators with equal strength.

Looking at the whole world, it may be difficult to find a few people who can force him to use his special skills. Such opportunities do not come along all the time.

Fleeting.

If you can't grasp it, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

Even dying is not as good as your eyes.

"Alright."

Master Zhao Hulu smiled bitterly, "It's just...harm, fellow Taoist, I'm going to leave, and I will make amends when I come out of seclusion."

On the way down the mountain.

He went over every move on the snowy plain several times in his mind.

Even the smallest detail is not to be missed.

At this moment, he only felt that there seemed to be a flash of light in the dark, as if it was far away in the sky and out of reach, and yet it seemed to be close at hand and within reach.

I have been practicing for many years.

This happened only twice.

Let’s count today.

The last time was when he became a disciple of a master and was taught the Pure Yang Swordsmanship. At that time, he was still very young and did not even have a sword. He just held a wooden sword and practiced every move seriously.

But that day the snow and wind cleared up.

He was practicing in the bamboo forest, and suddenly he felt that the world was changing.

Even though he only had a wooden sword in his hand, it seemed that he could cut a mountain in half with one strike.

That weird feeling.

This made him feel a little helpless when he was young.

After standing in the snow and hesitating for a long time, he finally raised his hand and tried to cut out a sword.

A light sword.

then……

The bamboo forest collapsed.

Even a thatched cottage under the forest was split into two.

Thinking he had gotten into some big trouble, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

Until the noise from the back mountain attracted the master and fellow practitioners, looking at the scene in the bamboo forest, the fellow practitioners were dumbfounded, and the master burst into tears, saying that with the blessing of the ancestors, his Taoism would not end.

He just found out.

That is a rare sudden enlightenment for those who practice spiritual cultivation.

Afterwards, the master taught him all the inheritance of the Sword Immortal School, and his swordsmanship improved day by day.

I thought I would never have such an opportunity again in my lifetime.

Unexpectedly, decades later, when he was old and his temples were already gray, a fight gave him another chance.

This kind of sudden enlightenment is like sand in your hand, which will be blown away if you are not careful.

That's why he can't even take care of his guests.

It is because he knows very well that he is old, and if he misses this opportunity, he may never meet it again in his life.

I apologized.

Zhao Hu looked at the two disciples again and then left in a hurry.

I watched him disappear into an old palace.

The older Taoist boy finally came to his senses and bowed, "Master Chen, please come this way."

Looking at two little Taoist priests, one big and one small.

A smile appeared in the corner of Chen Yulou's eyes.

When he went up the mountain before, he could see that the two men had already developed sword bones.

Such talent is rare among the dozens of peaks, hundreds of Taoist temples, and hundreds of Taoist hermits in the entire Zhongnan Mountain.

"I haven't asked for your names yet?"

"Don't be arrogant in front of a real person."

The Taoist boy's expression changed slightly, and he waved his hands repeatedly, "I am Tan Jiang."

After announcing his name, he looked at the little Taoist boy beside him.

"This is my junior fellow apprentice, Tan Yun."

Tan Jiang and Tan Yun.

Chen Yulou silently memorized the two names and nodded.

Tan Jiang was about eleven or twelve years old, and Tan Yun was probably only six or seven years old, about the same age as Qing Xu from the Three Saints Palace.

But I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been practicing sword since I was a child.

Although he still looks childish, he is calmer and... sharper than other Taoist children of the same age.

Just like hiding a sword in its sheath.

"Master Chen, please come this way. The other seniors are already waiting in the tea room."

He was seen standing outside the palace with his hands behind his back.

Tan Jiang waited for a moment before reminding in a low voice.

"it is good."

Chen Yulou nodded.

As the two walked through Chunyang Palace, they soon arrived at a hall.

The mountains are covered with snow.

The house was warm and cozy.

Charcoal was burning in the fire pit on the ground and well water was boiling.

Four figures sat around the stove.

Who else could they be if not Partridge Whistle?

"Brother Chen?!" "Shopkeeper." "Shopkeeper Chen!"

I heard the door open.

Several people stood up.

Chen Yulou shook off the snow on his robe and shoulders. As he entered the room, the cold air on his body came into contact with the warmth of the fire inside, and suddenly a faint white mist floated.

"I have met Mr. Chen."

Taoist Mingya also stood up and bowed seriously.

From Yaowang Temple to Chunyang Palace.

How could he not understand it now?

The young man in front of him is far more than just someone with a good family background and an interest in Taoist practice.

But...

He is a great monk himself.

"Master Mingya, you have had a hard time along the way."

Seeing that he looked a little tired, Chen Yulou hurriedly pulled him to sit down again.

The mountains along the way were high and dangerous, and he had to go downhill and climb up. He was already old, and had no Taoist skills or kung fu, so it was undoubtedly a huge drain on him.

"Not hard, not hard."

Taoist Mingya waved his hands repeatedly, and while speaking, he did not forget to lean over and look outside the door.

"Huh? Why can't I see Master Zhao Hulu?"

"Replying to Taoist Mingya, my master has gone into seclusion. Before he left, he asked me and my junior brother to entertain you all."

Upon hearing this.

Tan Jiang, who was about to pick up the kettle to add water for everyone, immediately explained.

"Retreat?!"

Even Ming Ya, who had a relatively good understanding of Master Hu's character, was stunned when he heard this.

The guests all came to visit.

Instead, the owner of the house went into seclusion.

Two half-grown boys were left behind to deal with it.

What kind of approach is this?

However, he only dared to say a few words in his heart. Although he was a few years older, Chunyang Palace had an orthodox inheritance and had an immortal ancestor.

The Three Saints Temple has neither a Taoist tradition nor a heritage.

Even if there is some background.

But it is ultimately the result of the times.

It seems a bit out of place in the world of cultivation.

"The real person's retreat is a big deal..."

Taoist Mingya nodded and was just about to say something else when he heard Chen Yulou ask.

"Master, Chen has something I want to ask you."

"Mr. Chen, just speak frankly." Upon hearing this, Taoist Mingya immediately responded, "I will tell you everything I know."

"Do you know any bricklayers down here?"

"What?"

Taoist Mingya was stunned again.

I even wondered if I heard it wrong.

"A bricklayer?"

"Yes, Chen has received some favors from the founder of Chunyang Palace. I climbed the mountain today and wanted to come and visit him specially."

Chen Yulou nodded and said, "I walked around before and found that the Taoist temple had been in disrepair for a long time. The brick walls were mottled and several halls were damaged."

"So... I want to find some bricklayers to go up the mountain and do some repairs."

Before in Daxueping.

He mentioned it once.

However, judging from what Master Zhaohu said, he will most likely not accept it.

Therefore, he planned to take advantage of the fact that the master was in seclusion to execute the task first and report it later. By that time, everything would be repaired. Even if the master felt bad about it, the matter would be settled.

"This……"

After listening to his explanation.

Taoist Mingya suddenly fell into deep thought.

Instead, the fellow disciples Tan Jiang and Tan Yun behind them looked at each other in bewilderment.

In the end, it was senior brother Tan Jiang who stepped forward.

"Chen, Master Chen, why don't you discuss this with Master first? The two of us can't make the decision..."

"Hahaha, don't worry, I've already told the real person about this in Daxueping before."

Chen Yulou shook his head and smiled, "The Master has already agreed."

"what……"

Tan Jiang had a bitter face, looking like he didn't quite believe it.

Based on his understanding of his master, he always felt that this was not something he could agree to.

After all, over the years, he would rather try to open up a few plots of land in the backyard and grow some vegetables, or take the ancient artifacts from the temple down the mountain to exchange for food.

No one is willing to ask the Taoist Association for money.

Rebuilding a Taoist temple is such a big deal.

Can the master really agree to this?

And even if it was true, why didn't he mention it before when he was outside the palace?

only……

The master was in seclusion now, and he didn't dare to knock on the door to disturb him.

For a moment, I couldn't help but feel caught in a dilemma.

"Why, do you think Chen would cheat you, little Taoist priest?"

Chen Yulou glanced at him and said with a smile.

"No, I dare not."

Look at the master's attitude towards him before.

How could Tan Jiang not understand that the person in front of him was at least a great master at the same level as his master.

He immediately waved his hands.

Seeing this, Chen Yulou smiled faintly, picked up the copper stove and took out a teacup. Tan Jiang hurriedly went to the cabinet to get tea leaves.

"It's just some rough tea from the mountains, please don't blame me, sir."

"It doesn't matter."

Chen Yulou wouldn't care about these things.

Before, I drank wild mountain tea at San Sheng Palace and Yao Wang Temple.

Although the frying technique is average and the taste is rough and astringent, over time it has a lingering aftertaste and a bitter yet sweet taste.

Declined his offer.

He made himself a cup of tea and filled up the glasses for a few others.

Taoist Mingya thanked him, then coughed lightly and said seriously, "I really know a few bricklayers. A few years ago, the Fulong Temple in Nanwutai received an incense offering from a merchant in Chang'an City."

"We invited several experienced craftsmen from Wutai Town at the foot of the mountain to renovate Fulong Temple from the inside out."

"Tsk, tsk, that style..."

As Taoist Mingya was speaking, he suddenly came to his senses and realized that he seemed to have said too much.

"If you have time, Mr. Chen, you can go and take a look."

Seeing that he could not hide his envy, Chen Yulou could not help but shake his head and smile.

It’s been a long journey.

Most of the Taoist temples in the mountains have fallen into disrepair over the years.

The San Sheng Temple is pretty good.

There aren't many incense sticks, but it can still be maintained.

In addition, Taoist Mingya has connections everywhere, and he receives a share of the funding from the Taoist Association every year.

But other places are not so good.

Many palaces and temples even collapsed to varying degrees.

"That's not necessary. I still trust your judgment." Waving his hand, Chen Yulou said with a smile, "We are in a tight schedule. We may have to leave tonight."

"So anxious..."

Although we were chatting in the temple before.

Mingya heard that they were going down the mountain tonight.

But I never expected that we would have to travel overnight.

"Fortunately."

Chen Yulou smiled faintly.

For them, traveling at night is just the norm. When they were rushing from Kunlun Mountain to Kunmo City, they traveled day and night, staying up for several nights without sleep.

As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at Kunlun beside him.

The latter understood immediately.

He grabbed a handful of silver dollars from his bag and gently placed them on the coffee table.

The crisp ding-dong sound startled Taoist Mingya, and he swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

That handful of silver dollars was worth at least dozens of yuan.

You have to know that these days silver dollars are still real silver coins.

One silver dollar can be exchanged for ten copper dollars. In some remote places or on the black market, it can even be exchanged for thirteen to fifteen dollars.

An ordinary family could probably only save a dozen copper coins if they didn't eat or drink for a year.

"Too much, too much!"

"Mr. Chen, the renovation of Chunyang Palace inside and outside, plus the lacquer, gold, and carvings, cost at most ten or so yuan."

The old Taoist Mingya is in charge of the household and knows everything about daily necessities.

After a simple calculation, he had a rough idea in his mind and immediately shook his head.

"Plus the Medicine King Temple and the Three Saints Temple, isn't that just right?"

Chen Yulou glanced at him with a smile and spoke in a gentle voice.

Hearing this, Taoist Mingya paused for a moment. He, who was always eloquent and versatile, was unable to utter a word.

"Please calculate it for me, Taoist priest. If it's not enough, I will add some more."

Holding the teacup, I gently blew away the foam on the water and took a sip. It still tasted the familiar bitterness, but after drinking it, the sweetness and mellow aroma slowly returned.

"This……"

Taoist Mingya finally came to his senses.

An indescribable complexity on a face.

Building a temple is a huge favor, and putting it on a mountain would require erecting a monument and writing about it, so that its name can be passed down to future generations.

Mr. Chen not only practiced three sessions in one breath.

And he never made any requests from beginning to end.

Even from the time he went up the mountain to now, it has only been half a day.

He just helped to show the way and introduced a few real people.

"How can I be so virtuous and capable, Mr. Chen, this is too heavy..."

"You are too kind, Taoist priest. Building temples and monasteries is a great merit and a good thing that will benefit one's spiritual practice."

Chen Yulou waved his hand and smiled.

Although the Yaowang Temple and Sansheng Palace were added to the original Chunyang Palace, for him, it was just a small matter that he could do easily.

"I'll have to ask the Taoist priest to take care of the repairs."

Listen to him up to this point.

It was not easy for Mingya to refuse, so he stood up and bowed seriously.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Chen, I will do my best to handle this matter."

Seeing him take it so seriously.

Chen Yulou quickly stood up and supported him, "In this case, the last worry has been resolved."

"We came here today with excitement, and we will return with satisfaction."

Speaking of it.

Chen Yulou gestured to Partridge Whistle and the others.

He bowed to everyone.

"Master Mingya, and the two young Taoist priests Tan Jiang and Tan Yun, I have to hurry on my way, so I won't bother you any further. I'll take my leave now!"

"By the way, could you two young Taoist priests please pass on a message for me?"

"I'm really sorry. If I have the chance, I will definitely go up the mountain to meet you again."

After all, Tan Jiang and Tan Yun were still young, and had been practicing in the mountains for many years. They knew almost nothing about the ways of the world, and they didn't know how to respond at this moment.

He could only look anxiously at Taoist Mingya.

"Mr. Chen, and all of you, why are you so anxious? After we have our vegetarian meal, I will go down the mountain to prepare. It won't take too long."

"That's really not necessary, old Taoist priest. It's almost nightfall and the mountain road is rugged. We should go down the mountain first."

He declined Mingya's invitation to stay.

Chen Yulou and his companions did not waste any more time and stood up and headed out of the mountain.

Until leaving Chunyang Palace.

Walking on the mountain road.

Yang Fang, who had been holding it in all the way, finally couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Manager Chen, don't hide it. Tell us what happened when you and that Master Zhaohu broke through the clouds and left. "

As soon as he said this.

Partridge Whistle and the other two also looked over curiously.

See this.

Chen Yulou couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

He spread his hands.

"What else could it be? Just a sword fight."

"Then...what's the result?"

"We met a worthy opponent and were evenly matched."

"You might as well tell the truth. There's no one else here anyway..."

"Well, you're the only one who talks too much, so I'll win by one move."

"I knew it."

"Shopkeeper Chen is really amazing. Even the Great Master of Chunyang Palace is no match for him. With your cultivation level, I'm afraid you are invincible, right?"

"Hurry!"

"Tsk, you still won't let me talk...Okay, okay, I won't say anything more, let's get on with our journey!"