Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!-Chapter 717 Shuiyun Temple

Jiang Li’s cold gaze shot over.

Jiang Yan wisely shut his mouth.

Because he knew that if he said one more word, Jiang Li would have Ji Yanbai dispose of him in the mountains in the next second.

For the sake of his own life, he had better speak less.

So, during the next part of the journey, Jiang Yan became much quieter, which also significantly improved Jiang Li’s mood.

Although Guanyun Mountain was desolate, its Feng Shui was indeed excellent. The air in the mountains was clean and refreshing.

The only downside was,

it was a bit too desolate.

Together with the winter’s abundance of withered branches and fallen leaves, it carried an added sense of desolation.

After another half an hour, they reached the mountaintop.

A gray Daoist Temple suddenly appeared before them.

At the entrance was a winding pebble path flanked by two ancient pines.

The doors of the Daoist Temple were tightly shut, the red paint on them spotty and faded, with only the "Shuiyun Temple" sign still looking bright.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Yan took a sharp breath.

"You say you’re not planning to sell me off, yet here you’ve brought me to a Daoist Temple!"

Jiang Li ignored him, and after wiping the mud off his shoes, he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

A minute later, the door finally opened, and a middle-aged Taoist with a coiffed bun poked his head out.

Seeing the people in front of the door, he looked surprised.

"Is the benefactor here to offer incense? Please come in."

Saying this, he quickly ushered them inside.

Jiang Li, polite, bowed and stepped across the threshold, with Jiang Yan trailing reluctantly behind, a look of disdain on his face.

He looked around at the rundown surroundings and the pitted walls, shaking his head lightly.

He had also accompanied his mother to Daoist Temples, but those were the well-attended, grand ones in the Capital like Qingfeng Temple and Zicheng Temple.

This Shuiyun Temple was clearly a seldom-visited, dilapidated little temple.

What was Jiang Li bringing him here for?

The guiding Taoist was also quite curious.

"Today is not an auspicious day for incense offering, and it happens to be the first snow. What brought the benefactor to our small temple?"

Jiang Li smiled and said, "I’m here to find someone."

The Taoist paused for a moment before asking, "Are you here to seek out Benefactor He?"

"Indeed."

"In that case, I will take the benefactor to the backyard where Benefactor He is cultivating."

Jiang Yan was confused.

Who was Benefactor He?

Could it be that Jiang Li knew the Taoists here?

Thinking about it, that wouldn’t be strange.

Her ability to read fortunes was uncanny; not knowing the Taoists would have been odder.

However, minutes later, when Jiang Yan saw this so-called Benefactor He, his jaw dropped.

"He Yun? What are you doing here?!"

He Yun, who was flipping through a scripture book by the window, glanced at him indifferently, "Why can’t I be here?"

Jiang Li countered, "Didn’t you know that He Yun has been resting quietly in the Daoist Temple?"

Jiang Yan: "...."

How could he possibly remember so much when he was so busy every day?

With this thought, he suddenly realized something.

"The teacher you mentioned, it isn’t him, is it?!"

Jiang Li nodded slightly.

He Yun put down the book in his hand and also smiled, "Ah Li had already told me everything before coming, I may not be of great ability, but teaching you is definitely within my capacity."

The words didn’t sit well with Jiang Yan.

What does it mean that teaching him was *still* manageable?

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Yet, just as he was glaring, Jiang Li slapped the back of his head.

"He Yun topped the performing arts exam and is the youngest Movie Emperor in the entertainment industry. Teaching you would be more than adequate; this is a rare opportunity. Don’t play around, take it seriously!"

"It just so happens your crew has taken a week off, so you’ll stay here for a good week."

Jiang Yan was on the verge of tears.

This sorry Taoist temple doesn’t have anything, and I bet the food is even worse.

I wish I hadn’t tried to compete with that kid Jiang Cheng!

After Jiang Li finished speaking, she walked out.

Seeing her leave, He Yun put away her smile and took a notebook out of the drawer, placing it on the table.

"This is the notebook I kept while filming. You can take a look."

Jiang Yan crossed her arms and sat down on the bed with a thump.

"I won’t look."

He Yun’s face fell, and she actually picked up a ruler from nearby.

"Ah Li handed you over to me, and from this moment on, I am your teacher. If you don’t listen, come here and take your punishment."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan immediately stood up with her chin raised.

"Teacher, you really think you can hit me?"

He Yun narrowed her eyes.

The next second, a piercing scream rang out from the guest room.

Jiang Li walked on as if she hadn’t heard a thing.

Not far ahead, she saw a young Taoist at the end of the corridor.

The Taoist had handsome features, with narrow, slightly upturned eyes and brows.

His hair was neatly combed, pinned with a peach wood hairpin, and he held a shiny whisk in his hand.

Jiang Li had never seen a man with such attractive phoenix eyes and couldn’t help but take a second look.

Unexpectedly, the young Daoist approached her and bowed slightly.

"Peace to you, female benefactor."

Jiang Li returned the gesture.

The young Daoist raised his head, a light smile on his lips. "I heard from Chang Song that the female benefactor has just donated ten thousand in offerings. I am Taoist Changqing, here to express my thanks."

He then pulled out a small package from his sleeve.

"These are some small talismans made by our temple. Please accept them with our compliments."

Jiang Li took the package and felt it in her hands.

The talismans were not lacking in spiritual power and were for blessings.

Who would have thought that this little temple would have such a skilled person?

Jiang Li was surprised. "Did you make these talismans?"

"Yes," Taoist Changqing raised his eyes, which had been lowered, and looked directly at Jiang Li. "The female benefactor understands the Mystical Skill as well."

It was not a question but a statement.

In the presence of a fellow practitioner, Jiang Li didn’t bother to pretend, simply saying, "I understand a little, that’s all."

Taoist Changqing smiled. "You don’t seem to just understand a little."

He had witnessed her skill during a live broadcast.

Back on Dragon Ridge Island, the place was overwhelmed with evil energy and Feng Shui chaos, and it was obvious someone had cast a curse.

Then, one day, the Feng Shui of the island returned to normal.

Others couldn’t see it, but he saw it clearly.

It must have been Jiang Li who resolved the issue.

Such skill at her age was truly extraordinary.

Still, he held the same view—if she used her abilities for good, he would not interfere.

But if she ever used her powers for evil, he could not sit idly by.

With that thought, Taoist Changqing extended his hand in a welcoming gesture.

"The snow is heavy right now. You might as well have lunch at our temple before leaving. I could also show you around. Although our temple is humble, the mountain scenery is exceptionally fine. It would be a pity for the female benefactor to miss it."

That was precisely what Jiang Li wanted.

In Daqi, she had worshipped these very Taoist immortals every day.

Now being here in person, she felt invigorated in body and mind.

Since she was here, it made sense to stay a little longer.

"Then I’ll trouble Taoist Changqing."

"Please."

Taoist Changqing guided her towards the back mountain.

With the first snow gently falling, the back mountain was draped in white.

The wind was not strong, just right to make the branches quiver.

In a trance, Jiang Li felt as if she were back in the small courtyard of the Marquis Mansion.

After the snowfall, it was just this kind of scene.