Then, Xingjun built a larger temple in another place.

Therefore, 90% of the monks in the imperial temple moved away, leaving only a small number of people to take care of their daily lives.

In the beginning, some outer disciples liked the cleanliness here, so they decided to gather here.

Over time, more and more disciples from the outer sects arrived.

Over time, the imperial temple has become their favorite gathering place.

Every day before the curfew, they all like to talk here.

Before entering the imperial temple, Huang Long repeatedly told

"As we are now, it's best to talk less, just watch, just listen, lest we talk too much, reveal flaws, and cause trouble to the upper body."

Xibei goods are Xibei goods. When the security is not complete, it will show up.

Therefore, Qi Yue suggested that the two parties act separately, in pairs.

If something really happens, the other group can take care of it in secret.

In order to show sincerity, Ling Luoyu took the initiative to form a group with Huang Long, while Feng Chenglin and Qi Yue suddenly glanced at each other, both acquiescing.

Although the two of them don't like each other very much, the rules are here, which also means cooperation.

"The place where the outer disciple lives is subject to a curfew, so our time in the imperial temple must never exceed the time... If you can't get out of your body, you have to take off the outer disciple's robes. Something happened!"

The four agreed on the time and place to meet. Ling Luoyu and Huang Long entered through the front door, while the other two walked through the back door of the imperial temple.

As an outer disciple, Huang Long was a lot older, and he attracted many people's ideas along the way.

Huang Long couldn't help it, so he had to lower his head and walk forward: "Anyone my age, after being brought in, is basically hunting with the fire pig, and rarely becomes an outside disciple!"

When a person reaches his age, no matter how talented he is, he loses the opportunity to cultivate.

Therefore, in the general selection of sects, no one would choose an older person.

Unless you have special talents, you can get Xingjun's favor.

The two entered the hall of the imperial temple, where there were some tables and chairs on which were placed tea and snacks.

Huang Long hadn't eaten these things for a long time, so he dragged Ling Luoyu to a table and dragged two plates of pastries to him, filling his mouth.

"You eat too..."

He was vague and polite, but Ling Luoyu looked around alertly and lowered his voice.

"You are a little more subtle, normal disciples, how can you eat like you?"

Those who are starving to death are not going to gobble up so much.

After two plates of snacks, Huang Long felt more comfortable and followed his heart with burps.

"Don't worry, the current outer disciples are basically still on the training ground... They will only come after dinner... It's like a pastime after dinner!"

While people were not paying attention, Huang Long brought the cakes from the next table and stuffed it bluntly.

Before long, Feng Chenglin and Qi Yue walked over from behind.

After exchanging a glance with Ling Luoyu, the two sat down in another corner.

Like Huang Long, Qi Yue unceremoniously swept away the cakes on the table.

And as if competing with Huang Long, the tea and cakes on other tables were also eliminated.

Taking advantage of the gap between the two of them feasting, Feng Chenglin winked at Ling Luoyu.

Ling Luoyu understood, stood up calmly, pretending to be visiting, and walked towards the corner.

Feng Chenglin then took the cakes and tea, admiring the mural on the wall with his head up, and rubbed against Ling Luoyu.