This is not a difficult task. The Shi brother and sister agreed and looked quite happy.

They are favored by others, and can help them at this time, which also gives them a sense of belonging to reality.

The matter about the house was finally finalized. Three days later, Jun Jiuning excitedly pulled Mo Qingzhu to Wanhuang Temple.

Although the autumn dew forest sounds like a wood, it is actually a short mountain and is not small in size.

It is now midsummer, and the entire autumn dew forest shows a deep and vibrant green, like a large turtle that doesn't like to move lying next to the magnificent Wanhuang Temple.

Jun Jiuning as soon as he got off the carriage, he felt a cool breeze blowing over, bringing up the white gauze on her face.

She hurriedly pressed down the veil that was lifted by the wind, and a little novice monk wearing a brown monk's robe walked towards her.

He folded his hands together and saluted Jun Jiuning: "Amitabha, should the donor worship Buddha or enter the forest?"

"Enter the forest." Mo Qingzhu and Uncle An came from behind Jun Jiuning, "Master, where should our carriage be parked?"

The little novice monk bowed to them again: "Forgive me, donor, no carriages should be left in the temple."

Jun Jiuning looked around and found that there was no carriage stopping in the open space outside Wanhuang Temple, so he asked, "Then can't you stop outside?"

The little novice monk looked kind, but his words were incomprehensible: "I'm afraid the donor didn't know that since he got off the official road, he would be considered Wanhuang Temple wherever he went."

Jun Jiuning was stunned: They rushed over and walked nearly ten miles after getting off the official road before finding Wanhuang Temple. In fact, when they got off the official road, they were Wanhuang Temple?!

What does it mean is that unless they return to the road they came here, there will be no carriages in all nearby places?

Jun Jiuning frowned: No wonder there was no carriage parked outside. It turned out that someone pretended to behave nicely to the outside world. It was a good idea that anyone who picked Qiu Shuizhi in the Qiulu Forest would be considered by anyone. It turned out that no one could enter Qiulu Forest.

Jun Jiuning's eyes rolled: "What if I worship Buddha?"

The little shaman smiled and said, "If you worship Buddha, you can naturally leave the carriage in the temple."

Good guy.

Jun Jiuning was irritated. She had never seen anyone so proud of her.

She was struggling whether to argue with the other party or leave with a smile. She was more inclined to the second way, and at worst she could run back secretly.

At this time, Mo Qingzhu suddenly said, "We came from another place and were just a newcomer. I don't know anything about the rules of Weicheng. Can the young master give me some advice? How much money do I need to donate to pray for blessings in Wanhuang Temple?"

The little novice monk's eyes suddenly lit up.

Two deep crow's feet appeared on his face, and his voice became softer: "This blessing can be big or small, and the incense you need to donate depends on the size of your wish. The donor might as well follow me into the temple. I will explain the blessing matters to the donor."

Mo Qingzhu nodded, pulled Uncle An over with his backhand, and pushed him over: "In this way, you can talk to my subordinates. He has always handled the prayers and sacrifices in my mansion. You can give it directly to you as much money for incense at that time, Uncle An. I will give it to you."

He took out a heavy purse from his arms and threw it in his hand. The sound of silver ingots colliding in the bag was extremely crisp.

Mo Qingzhu handed the purse to Uncle An and smiled and said to Xiao Shami, "Then we will enter the forest."

He grabbed Jun Jiuning's forearm and turned around and walked towards the green forest.

The smile on Xiaoshami's face suddenly froze halfway.

Just as he wanted to speak out to stop him, Uncle An said sternly: "Little Master, please."

The tone is very fierce.

Xiao Sha Mi Shi shrank for a moment, but still compromised: "...Please follow me."

He took Uncle An to Wanhuang Temple.

After a while, a huge group of carriages and horses also stopped at the entrance of Wanhuang Temple.

After a moment, all the pilgrims from Wanhuang Temple were driven out.'

Uncle An was also among them, so he had to drive the carriage away from Wanhuang Temple.

He looked back at Qiu Lulin and left Qiu Lulin thoughtfully with the huge convoy.

Mo Qingzhu's experience in the wild is obviously much better than Jun Jiuning.

After Jun Jiuning accidentally tripped by something for the seventh time, Mo Qingzhu looked back at her helplessly: "Princess, have you ever thought that you can actually follow my footprints?"

Jun Jiuning smiled awkwardly: "It seems to be..."

She held the corner of her skirt that had been stained with mud, and the small tip of her shoe was on the footprints left by Mo Qingzhu.

Mo Qingzhu held the dagger and cut off the vines that were in the way, while observing the people in the forest.

It's strange that no one has come to this forest for a long time.

It shouldn't be. Even if Wanhuang Temple can force many people away on the grounds that it is impossible to stop the carriage, I believe that people will still rush to Qiu Shuizhi's fame and rush to Qiulu Forest!

Unless... they go in the wrong direction.

Mo Qingzhu stopped suddenly. Jun Jiuning, who had been following his footsteps, was stunned for a moment and hit the other party's hard back.

The nose almost hit.

The pain on her face often touches the whole body, and Jun Jiuning's eyes instantly filled with tears. She covered her nose and took a step back.

Mo Qingzhu, who had thick skin and flesh, turned around and saw it, and suddenly became anxious: "I'm sorry, I forgot that you were still behind me for a while, are you okay?"

Jun Jiuning nodded in pain, his words trembled: "It's okay, what's wrong?"

The nasal sound is so strong that it seems like the wind and cold that has not healed for more than ten years.

Mo Qingzhu scratched her head with a look of shame: "We should have gone to the wrong place, and no one has come to this place."

Jun Jiuning raised his head and looked at his eyes, and said in confusion: "Why?"

Mo Qingzhu didn't know how to explain to her, so she said directly: "Let's go in a different direction."

After a moment.

The two of them walked deeper and deeper, and the trees in the forest became denser and thicker, and Mo Qingzhu also found footprints of someone walking by.

The shade from the branches that covered the sky and the sun made Jun Jiuning not realize that it was almost noon.

It was Mo Qingzhu who suggested finding a place to sit down and eat something, and Jun Jiuning realized that his belly was already empty.

Before they came, they prepared dry food and water bags, found a clearing space and started eating.

Jun Jiuning chewed a bite of the steamed bun and chewed it slowly. He kept thinking about the original description of Qiu Shuizhi in his heart: "Snow white as jade, the mushroom face is tender and fragile, only one plant grows in a mountain, and it will be overdue."

Is there only one plant growing in a mountain...

Jun Jiuning thought to himself: No wonder Wanhuang Temple wants to release news and let the people collect it.

I just think that it is not worth spending manpower and material resources for a medicinal herb, so I trick everyone into coming and being a free labor force!

Then, if you threaten and tempt the person who found Qiu Shuizhi, will you be able to get into the hands of the Xia royal family in the simplest way?

Sure enough, it was said that birds of feathers flock together.
Chapter completed!