Fate Xing left as soon as possible as usual, and in general, in this case, as long as you ignore it. Otherwise, if you are late or say a few words, the man will come out with a knife.

As I walked, I ate hard dough and thought about my future plans.

The seeds I bought before have been planted, and after a while, the greens will ripen first, and they should be able to last for a long time mixed with miscellaneous grains. And now that the situation here is basically understood, it is not very useful to beg for food.

After going around the town and eating the bread, Shi Shiran walked to the temple, seeing that the sky seemed to be raining again, and the last section of the wall would be fine tomorrow and then repair the ointment! Isn't it beautiful to have a holiday today, and if you have been busy for so long, you should also take a break and go back to make up for a nap?

It's a pity that when he saw the scholars in Tsing Yi standing outside the newly renovated temple gate, Yuan Xing knew that he couldn't sleep this nap.

"I know you're not going to eat it." The scholar had a white face and no beard, and he was neat and clean in a cyan robe. His eyebrows and eyes are slender, fair-skinned and handsome, and his smile is very affinity.

"It turned out to be Lord Chen." Yuan Xing smiled slightly and stepped forward to greet him.

This person's name is Chen Niansheng, the first acquaintance of the fate line in this town, the monk was received by the other party at a certain time, the two talked casually, probably because the war has not been long past, there are very few people in the town, the fate of the line has read some subsets of scriptures and history, and is proficient in Buddhist scriptures, the two are actually both aware of the fate, and naturally became friends.

It was also with the help of the other party, a local, that the renovation of the temple went so smoothly.

The Chen family is not a landowner, but a family moved here at the beginning of the world, and the field industry was placed here, which can be regarded as taking root.

"My father came back from the county town yesterday, and I heard that you are such a wonderful person in the town, and I have to meet you." After Chen Niansheng laughed, he was a little embarrassed: "I originally planned to come to look for you this morning, but some things were delayed, was it abrupt?"

"It doesn't matter." Yuan Xing nodded happily, in the first few conversations, Chen Niansheng would always mention his father, his old man is a very interesting person, there is nothing to do, it is good to go and meet.

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followed Chen Niansheng back to the town, but Yuan Xing's mind unconsciously thought of the information he had heard.

To say that Chen Niansheng's father and son are not small, it is said that they were born in a famous family in the former dynasty, and I don't know whether it was to avoid trouble or hide from Qingjing, so the family came here. As soon as he arrived, he became the largest landowner in the town, and it is said that even the county town has an industry, so although he has not been moving in for a long time, he is very powerful in the local area.

However, the Chen family's family is not prosperous, since the old lady Chen died of illness a few years ago, only Chen Niansheng's father and son are left, and they are more low-key, completely looking like rich idlers, and they rarely even care about their own property.

Of course, these are just rumors on the streets, and Yuan Xing has not confirmed it, and he has no intention to confirm it.

The façade of the Chen Mansion is luxurious and occupies a huge area. Yuan Xing followed all the way around the Jiuqu Corridor and came to a pavilion by the garden pond, where there was already a middle-aged man with a clear beard, his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Chen Niansheng, and the bridge of his nose was straighter, making him look more handsome. If it weren't for the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, he would look like Chen Niansheng's brother.

"Father, son......" Chen Niansheng was busy saluting the middle-aged man respectfully, and was about to say anything more, but was interrupted by the middle-aged man waving his hand, looked at Yuan Xing, and said with a smile: "You are the new little monk?" It's really good-looking. ”

"Yuan Xing has seen Old Donor Chen." The fate of the eleventh ceremony.

"Hey, the donor is the donor, what is the old donor, I'm not old." The middle-aged man waved his hand and said slowly: "My name is Chen Ruoke, you can call me Lao Chen."

Yuan Xing was stunned and turned to look at Chen Niansheng, but only saw the latter smiling bitterly and spreading his hands, his face full of helplessness.

"I've seen Old Chen's benefactor." Fate is like a flow of goodness, and once again clasp your palms together to give gifts.

"Old Chen, donor." Chen Ruoke smashed his mouth, and couldn't help laughing after a while: "Sure enough, it's a wonderful person, please sit, please sit down......"

Yuan Xing smiled and sat down from the bottom of the head, and the other father and son seemed to know that he was out of humility, and they did not dwell on it, and also sat down at the table.

"I heard the dog say that the master is a true cultivator of Buddhism, and I don't know why he came to such a small place. And where do you practice? Chen Ruoke personally poured the tea and handed it to the monk.

Yuan Xing left his seat and took it respectfully, and sighed in his mouth: "I don't dare to be a real cultivator, the poor monk was ordained in Tianchan Temple, but he is a small monk who knows a little about Buddhism, and he is also temporarily settled here, and when the opportunity comes, he will return." In addition to being able to pass through, of course, being not even born with oneself cannot be compared with the cultivators of this era.

Chen's father and son only thought that he was modest, but Tianchan Temple had not heard of it, and when they saw him sighing, they only stopped asking when the other party was unwilling to mention it.

turned to talk about the facts, and he really couldn't interject in this regard, just listened quietly, but he was cultivated by the Internet, and occasionally talked about some points of view, which often found a different way, which impressed the father and son. During this period, it is inevitable to talk about some demon things, which county town is haunted, where the mage is invited to solve the problem, etc., which is what the monk is most interested in. Listen attentively. Chen Niansheng saw that he was interested, and talked about the fact that he encountered a monster when he was a child and was rescued by a passing Taoist, but unfortunately Chen's father and son were just ordinary people, and the details were not clear.

If you still have time after this mission is completed, why don't you go to the county seat to have a look? Yuan Xing pondered.

At this time, the sky that had been dark clouds became more and more gloomy, and after a while, the rain was dripping down, and this time there was more atmosphere of tea party in the pavilion.

"Since you are a wandering monk, if you have any bizarre encounters, you might as well tell me about it." Chen Ruoke suddenly turned to Yuanxing again.

Chen Niansheng smiled bitterly: "My father has this hobby and likes to listen to some bizarre stories."

"The donor must have hidden a lot of good stories." Yuan Xing replied with a smile, then shook his head and said regretfully: "Although the encounter of the poor monk is bizarre, it is really boring to say, and it is really difficult to say. ”

But when he said this, Lao Chen became more curious, and he was busy asking, but Chen Niansheng didn't want to embarrass his new friends, so he took the initiative to interject: "Don't hide it, my father not only likes to listen, but also likes to write." This time I went to the county town to see how the last book was printed. ”

"It's everyone's face, and the poor monk is disrespectful." Yuan Xing raised his eyebrows, is this an ancient version of his peers?

"Hey, the old man just has this hobby, it's nothing." Lao Chen was so touted, he was really proud.

Chen Niansheng leaned over and whispered to Yuan Xing: "Actually, no one is watching." After that, he squeezed his eyes, obviously, this guy is not very afraid of his father. Come to think of it, the person who can make his son's friends call him Lao Chen is usually not very serious.

"Nonsense. I have always chosen the subject matter to go off the rails, and I write something that others don't want to write, and I can't do it in the bookstore, but there will always be people who like it, how can no one read it? Lao Chen glared, curled his beard unhappily and said dissatisfiedly: "I have earned money by writing books reliably this time." ”

"You said it yourself, is it too much money for you to ask a painter to draw a picture? Is it enough for two drinks? Chen Niansheng sneered, rolled his eyes, and continued to sarcastically: "You write too slowly, people print a volume every month, what about you?" Half a year, who has the patience to read it? ”

Lao Chen hesitated for a moment and muttered: "I heard the landlord say that there are still readers who give rewards, if no one reads, how can anyone give a reward?"

Chen Niansheng still retorted with a hippie smile: "That's because the selection of materials for your new book is too biased, and readers are afraid that you won't write it." After a pause, he added: "You write slowly, and the more you write, the more boring it becomes, not as relaxed and happy as what others write, after a long time, who likes to read it?" ”

"Nonsense, praise the old man for writing a lot." This time, Chen Ruoke actually began to call himself an old man.

But for his son, his deterrent effect is clearly limited. I only heard Chen Niansheng laugh and said, "Is there a lot of scolding?" ”

The scene was quiet all of a sudden, and after a while, Lao Chen suddenly picked up the stool on the side and waved his hand at his son.

"Why are you still doing it?" Chen Niansheng shouted while dodging.

"Rub the old man's sore spot, and don't beat you ...... unfilial son"

In the end, it was Yuan Xing who proposed his farewell to stop this imminent human tragedy.

It turned out that he saw that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and suddenly remembered that his window was not closed, and if the miscellaneous grains he bought were poured by the rain, he would not be able to eat.

Chen's father and son didn't keep it, Yuan Xing stayed at the hat they gave him, and swept towards the small temple with a burst of light work, but as soon as he left the town, his pupils shrank and stopped.

I saw that in the wind and rain, a huge mass stood in front of the temple gate, and in the dark environment, the monster appeared extraordinarily huge, with a thunderous snoring sound, and the lantern-like red eyes stared at itself tightly, as if it would swallow itself in the next moment. The air currents around its body are surging, and the raindrops that fall will splash everywhere as soon as they encounter these air currents, and the hair on the body can't see what color it is, but judging from the momentum of this sky-high alone, this is also a big monster of the innate level at the bottom.

A single head is bigger than a locomotive, right? Yuan Xing swallowed in horror, what kind of monster is this?

He hurriedly opened his eyes, and then he was really stunned.

"Roar" The monster roared at Yuanxing, and under the huge sound, the leaves and dirt swirled and rushed towards Yuanxing.

Yuan Xing sneered, and a dodge used his divine foot to pass behind the monster, and then picked up a white furry object.

In the next moment, all visions vanished, including the terrifying monster.

"It turned out to be a stupid fox who could only do illusions." Yuan Xing carried the white object in front of him: "Didn't you know that the Buddhists had the eyes of heaven before casting the spell?" ”

Yes, this is a snow-white fox. At this moment, he was being carried by Yuan Xing on the back of his neck, his limbs and tail were drooping, looking like he was loveless, looking at the monk pitifully, as if begging for mercy.

"What kind of cute male fox sells?" Yuan Xing took a good look at the fox in his hand, and then cut it.