They say the shortest road is with a close friend.

In Mo Chuan's opinion, the road to listening to stories is also short.

While chatting, the two of them unknowingly reached the Taoist Temple in the mountain.

Mo Chuan was a little surprised when he saw the Taoist temple.

It's said to be a Taoist temple, but it's actually just a humble house with three rooms. The entrance is made of weathered stones and a yard is built, and there are chickens and ducks inside.

Mo Chuan patted his clothes and was about to knock on the door to visit, when suddenly there was a whirring sound coming from a mountain trail beside him.

Looking around, he saw a black-faced man.

He rushed over with a child on his back, followed by several barefoot peasant women.

"Director Fang! Director Fang!"

Before the man could reach the door of the Taoist temple, he started shouting anxiously.

"Squeak——"

The door opened, and a skinny old man came out.

"What's going on?"

"I was bitten by a snake and my lips have turned black. Mr. Fang, please save my baby!"

The barefoot peasant woman who came with her was so anxious that her face turned red.

"Okay, okay, come in the house quickly, come in the house quickly."

The skinny old Taoist priest greeted him quickly.

When Mo Chuan saw this, he followed in calmly.


Chapter completed!