Jing'an Temple

Mo Yuan said, "I'm not cold."

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Then you must be thirsty. Why don't you drink some water?"

"I'm not thirsty."

"Haha, look at the weather."

Mo Yuan glanced at him indifferently. "You're very noisy."

Thirty Thousand rubbed his nose and did not dare to speak.

South Wind chuckled.

Two hours later, the carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain.

Shen Yijia lifted the curtain and jumped out of the car. She saw a staircase that was only wide enough for three people.

The stairs meandered up without end.

It was naturally impossible for the carriage and horses to go up the mountain. Fortunately, there was a shed specially provided for people to park their carriages and horses.

It was unknown if it was built by the people of the temple.

There were already two carriages parked inside. Shen Yijia immediately recognized them as belonging to the Liu family.