Murong Zhuqi gave up the driver's seat after finding a more spacious road. He only briefly explained to Little Po the control techniques, things to take note of, and so on.
There were some parts that Little Po was confused about. However, he had a strong self-esteem and was unwilling to fall in front of Murong Zhuqi. He could only brace himself and start the car.
" Be steady, don't rush. Left, left, left, right, right…" Murong Zhuqi said in shock.
" Gosh…should I turn left or right? What a mess." Little Po's nerves could not be any tighter. The moment he stepped on the accelerator, he broke out in cold sweat. People in driving schools used the common people. If it was broken, then so be it. What would he use? The most awesome car was the Lingzhi. Although Murong Zhuqi didn't have any objections to damaging the car. However, Little Po came from a poor family. It was normal for him to not have the heart to kill, not to mention that it was related to his life.
Fortunately, they weren't on a narrow road. Otherwise, it would be inevitable for them to hit the wall. Little Po was not bad. At least he could drive the car forward. When Murong Zhuqi first learned it, he would close his eyes and scream when he sat on it. Qin Tian worked tirelessly for half a month before Murong Zhuqi learned to step on the accelerator and walk in a straight line. After another half a month, Murong Zhuqi was finally able to travel alone. The words she had said to encourage Xiao Po were all boastful. It was completely not the truth.
"Just like that. The automatic throttle is more sensitive, so you can't use too much force. "The steering wheel is the same. Put it down when you enter the corner. The angle should be as large as possible, but don't cross the line. If you're not used to it, it's very easy to be in danger on the busy city road." Murong Zhuqi took out a rope and tied up his shoulder-length hair. She had to be highly focused at this moment to be able to tell Xiao Po about her driving experience and insights in detail.
" Oh, I know…" Xiao Po gradually got used to the flexibility of the accelerator and steering wheel. However, due to psychological effects, the car was still not very stable. He should be able to overcome it with some time. However, the feeling of flying was obviously unreliable. He didn't know how the people in Racing Storm trained their driving skills. Before Xiao Po had actually driven a car, he still had a trace of fantasy, but after touching the car, he couldn't help but snort.
Murong Zhuqi nodded repeatedly when he saw Little Po's serious expression. At this moment, her heart was filled with sweetness. If Little Po could maintain this kind of mentality and learning speed in everything he did, he wouldn't have to worry about the future…
" Brakes." Murong Zhuqi exclaimed,"Hurry up and brake!"
Little Po jumped in fright and quickly stepped on the brakes. "What are you doing?" He looked at Murong Zhuqi blankly.”。
We've passed the highway exit." Murong Zhuqi's tone was slightly reproachful." Didn't you read the instructions…"
Why didn't you say so earlier?" Little Po shrugged innocently.
"Forget it, you must look at the directions in the future, especially when you're out of town. If you miss the exit in some places, you might have to run dozens of kilometers more." Murong Zhuqi felt a little guilty. She didn't pay much attention to it herself, but she shamelessly blamed Xiao Po.
" Hehe, so be it…" Little Po scratched his head indifferently to cover up his mistake.
" That's the only way." Murong Zhuqi urged,"Let's go."
"Alright…" Little Po pretended to cough dryly and became suave." Beautiful lady, sit tight. First of all, welcome to the Little Broken Express. Next stop, Shaoguan exit. Let's go…"
" Hehe, not bad. Little Broken Express, also known as Broken Car…" Murong Zhuqi chuckled.
" F * ck…Humans have no humanity, and the heavens have no justice." Little Po sighed. Obviously, he felt that he had suffered a loss. Murong Zhuqi is different from Fang Yun, and Fang Yun will go crazy in one breath. Murong Zhuqi, on the other hand, was relatively calm and knew how to counterattack. If he wanted to drive Murong Zhuqi mad, it seemed that Little Po would have to spend more effort to reverse the situation.
After exiting the highway, Shaoguan City was already in sight. After entering the city, the road conditions were more complicated, so Murong Zhuqi drove the car instead. Little Po did not have any objections. He was not the kind of person who would stubbornly refuse to be naughty. Moreover, it was not like there would be no chance in the future. Nanhua Temple was getting closer and closer. He needed time to think about his plan.
Shaoguan was a city in the northernmost part of Guangdong. It had many famous tourist attractions, such as Danxia Mountain, Furong Fairy Cave, Maba Man Ruins, Nanhua Temple...
Little Po and Murong Zhuqi's destination was Nanhua Temple. Nanhua Temple was a famous Buddhist temple in the Celestial Dynasty. It was also the base for the sixth ancestor, Huineng Zen Master, to promote Buddhism. It had a history of more than 1,500 years, so there was an endless stream of devotees all year round. Because of the prosperity of Nanhua Temple, there were also some convenience stores at the foot of the mountain. There were parking lots, restaurants, hotels, teahouses, and forests with their own characteristics.
It was very easy to find a car storage station. After parking the car, Xiao Po and Murong Zhuqi walked up the mountain. Murong Zhuqi didn't enter the temple through the main gate. Instead, he walked towards a small door on the right side of the main gate, causing Xiao Po to be baffled.
As he approached the small door on the right, he saw a kind-looking old monk standing by the door post with his hands clasped together. Seeing Murong Zhuqi, the old monk moved his lips and said,"This must be Almsgiver Murong?”。
That's right, Zen Master, you've been waiting." Murong Zhuqi laughed in his heart. Haha, Yuan Xiaopo, you must be stupid now.
Murong Zhuqi had guessed correctly, leaving the main door and not going around the small door, Little Po was just baffled. At this moment, he was truly dumbstruck. Even if he scratched his head, he still couldn't understand. Who was Murong Zhuqi? He even recognized the monk, the Grand Deity…
Actually, Murong Zhuqi didn't know the old monk. It was Murong Zhuqi's mother who had a friendship with him. Old Madam Murong was a devout Buddhist believer. This book had already mentioned it, but it did not explain it.
Old Madam Murong was a native of Shaoguan and had been worshipping Nanhua Temple for decades. Speaking of which, Old Madam Murong was a great benefactor of Nanhua Temple. The amount of money she donated to Nanhua every year was a huge sum. Murong Zhuqi naturally knew. Last night, when he called Old Madam Murong to ask for a car, he also mentioned this matter. She didn't want to be extravagant. However, the old lady of the Murong family was heartbroken for her daughter and insisted on informing Nanhua Temple beforehand. Murong Zhuqi could not outcry his mother and could only do it. That was why Nanhua Temple had sent an old monk to welcome them early in the morning.
Almsgiver Murong, please." The old monk made a respectful gesture.
" Thank you, Zen Master…" Murong Zhuqi pulled Little Po and said,"Let's go."
"Oh…" Little Po still couldn't figure it out, so he could only temporarily put aside his doubts and follow Murong Zhuqi into the monastery. Following that, Xiao Po smelled the scent of sandalwood and osmanthus. He could not help but marvel inwardly. It was really a good monastery.
"Almsgiver Murong, do you want to go first or take a short rest?”。After passing through another small door, the old monk stopped and asked.
"What do you think?" Murong Zhuqi turned to Little Po, wanting to hear his opinion.
"Let's rest for a while…" From the moment he left the inn, Xiao Po had some sort of plan. He was determined to find out what precognition was. He couldn't figure it out himself, so he had to find an eminent monk to ask. Perhaps they could explain.
Patrons, please have some tea." In the beginning, the old monk had mistakenly thought that Little Po was just Murong Zhuqi's follower or bodyguard, so he did not let Little Po know too much. It wasn't a good thing to leave the master there and talk nonsense with the lackeys. However, the situation was different now. From Murong Zhuqi's attitude and tone when he asked for Little Po's opinion, it was obvious that he had misunderstood. Therefore, the old monk changed Almsgiver Murong to two almsgivers and greeted them together.
" Thank you…" Little Po drank the tea, his eyes rolling nonstop. The eminent monk was right in front of him, but he still had to find a reasonable excuse to send Murong Zhuqi away. What should he do? Little Po was very melancholic.
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