Peerless Taoist

Li Xiaoran and the others were stunned.    

As Lu Yu unleashed the divine light, wisps of black Qi floated out of their bodies.    

The black Qi was bone-chillingly cold. It was filled with a cold and sinister aura. However, they did not notice it at all.    

"Have you seen anyone recently?" Lu Yu asked.    

This evil aura could very well have come from some evil cultivator.    

Generally speaking, many great Confucians had a righteous heart, surrounded by righteousness. However, because cultivators of the Wicked Path had been contaminated by the Wicked Path for many years, they couldn't hide the evil aura once it was released.    

This was very likely to be related to an evil cultivator.    

It was very likely that an evil cultivator had snuck into Xianyang City. Since Lu Yu had found out about this, there was no reason for him to turn a blind eye to it.    

Li Xiao Ran thought for a long time and said with hesitation, "Today, we went to the Ministry of Rites to ask about the relay station, then we went back to the desolate temple where we stayed outside the city, and then we went to the Six Gates. We didn't go anywhere else."    

"Desolate temple?"    

Lu Yu caught sight of this place.    

In places like the Ministry of Rites and the Six Fans Gate, there were cultivators guarding the place all year round. They monitored people entering and leaving the place. Very few evil cultivators could sneak in.    

The desolate temple outside the city was a suspicious place.    

"It seems like that evil cultivator is hiding in the desolate temple outside the city."    

Lu Yu's eyes flashed with a bright light.    

He chatted with the scholars for a while longer and encouraged them. Then, he bid farewell to them and left.    

After Lu Yu left, Li Xiaoran and the others had yet to recover from their shock.    

"Younger brother, you are finally successful. You actually met the Emperor! I have been in Xianyang for so long, but I never thought that I would have such a fortuitous encounter!" Li Jianghe was emotional on the side.    

After all, he would never dare to talk to such a big shot like Lu Yu.    

Li Xiao Ran was still standing there in a daze. He still hadn't recovered from the shock.    

It was already late at night.    

After bidding farewell to the group of scholars, Lu Yu's figure moved and he arrived outside Xianyang City in an instant.    

There was no curfew in Xianyang. At night, the few large markets in the center of the city were brightly lit. In contrast, it was desolate outside the city. There were mountains and forests everywhere. At night, it was so dark that it was hard to see one's fingers.    

Lu Yu followed the information Li Xiaoran had given him and found the mountain where they had once lived.    

Although this place was dark, Lu Yu's eyes were still bright. Even in the dark night, he could still see everything clearly.    

In the mountains, there was a lonely temple on the mountainside.    

It was surrounded by ancient vines and trees, giving off an ancient feeling. The head of the Buddha statue had disappeared, leaving only a broken golden body. The ground was overgrown with weeds, and the stone bricks were cracked. No one knew how long it had been abandoned.    

Ever since Lu Yu had ordered the destruction of the Buddha, many of the temples had been abandoned. Some had been occupied by Demonic Beasts, and others had been like this one in front of him, gradually decaying over time.    

As soon as Lu Yu stepped into the temple, he could feel a faint evil aura lingering in the corner of the temple.    

"It really is here!"    

Lu Yu looked at the entrance of the broken temple.    

The entrance of the temple was old and shabby. The dark gray bronze door was half-closed. It creaked as the wind blew it back and forth.    

The plaque hung askew. Three words were written crookedly on it.    

Lanruo Temple.