Yuanxing leaves as soon as possible as usual. Generally, in this case, just ignore it. Otherwise, if you leave late or say a few words, the male owner of the family may bring out the knife.

While walking, eating dry and hard noodles, thinking about future plans in my mind.

The seeds I bought before have been planted, and the vegetables will mature first after a while. They should be able to last for a long time when mixed with mixed grains. They should be able to eat them until the food is mature. Now the situation here is basically understood, and begging for alms and begging for food is not very effective.

After walking around the town, I finished eating the cakes, and then Shi Shiran walked into the temple. Seeing that it seemed that it was going to rain again, the last section of the wall would be sunny tomorrow. Let's repair the cream again! Today is just a holiday. I'm busy for so long, so I should take a break. Isn't it beautiful to go back and take a nap?

Unfortunately, when he saw the scholar in Qing clothes standing outside the newly repaired temple gate, Yuan Xing knew that this afternoon sleep would not be able to sleep.

"I knew you were going to eat when you weren't here." The scholar had a white face and was wearing a long blue gown. His eyebrows were slender, fair and handsome, and his smile was very friendly.

"So it's Mr. Chen." Yuan Xing smiled slightly and stepped forward to greet him.

The man's name is Chen Niansheng. Suan Yuanxing's first acquaintance in this town was received by the monk once begged for alms. The two of them had a casual conversation. Perhaps because the war had not passed for a long time, there were very few scholars in the town. Yuanxing had read some classics, history, and was proficient in Buddhist scriptures. Both of them felt that they were in love and naturally became friends.

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

The Chen family is not a land household, but a land industry that was moved to the world at the beginning of the first time, and the land industry has been built here, which has taken root.

"My father came back from the county town yesterday and heard that you are such a wonderful person from the town, so he insisted on meeting him." Chen Niansheng smiled and felt a little embarrassed: "I originally planned to come to find you this morning, but some things were delayed. Is it abrupt?"

"It's okay." Yuan Xing nodded happily. In the previous conversations, Chen Niansheng would always mention his father. His old man was a very interesting person. He had nothing to do, so he could meet him.

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Following Chen Niansheng back to the town, Yuanxing unconsciously thought of the information he had heard.

If Chen Niansheng and his son are not young, they are said to have been from a famous family in the previous dynasty. They didn't know whether to avoid disaster or avoid peace, so they came here. As soon as they arrived, they became the largest landlord in the town. It is said that even the county town has industries, so although they moved in for a short time, they are very powerful locally.

However, the Chen family members are not rich. Since Mr. Chen died of illness a few years ago, only Chen Niansheng and his son are left. They act more low-key, and they look like they are rich and idle, and they rarely even care about their own industries.

Of course, these are just rumors on the streets and alleys. Yuanxing has not confirmed them, nor has the intention to confirm them.

The Chen Mansion has a luxurious facade and covers a huge area. Yuanxing followed the way around the Jiuqu corridor and came to a pavilion beside the garden pond. There was already a clear middle-aged man sitting upright. He had a short beard, his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Chen Niansheng, and his nose bridge was even more straight, 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 brothers.

"Father, son..." Chen Niansheng hurriedly saluted the middle-aged man respectfully and wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by the middle-aged man's wave, his eyes looked at Yuan Xing, and said with a smile: "Are you a new little monk? You really have a good appearance."

"Yuanxing met Mr. Chen." Yuanxing's eleven rituals.

"Oh, 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, just call me Lao Chen."

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

"I have met the donor of Lao Chen." Yuan Xing followed the good deeds and clasped his hands and saluted again.

"Old Chen, donor." Chen Ruoke smashed his mouth and couldn't help laughing after a while: "It's true that he is a wonderful person. Please sit down, please sit down..."

Yuan Xing smiled and sat down from the bottom of his head. The other party and his son seemed to know that he was out of humility and did not bother him here, so he sat down at the table.

"I heard from the Dogzi that the master is a Buddhist practitioner. I don't know why I came to such a small place. Which treasure temple is there?" Chen Ruoke poured tea himself and handed it to the monk.

Yuan Xingli took it respectfully and sighed: "I dare not be a true practitioner. I took the precepts and became a monk at Tianchan Temple. I was just a little monk who was a little familiar with Buddhism. I will settle here for a while. Once the opportunity comes, I will return." In addition to being able to travel through time, I am not even innate, and of course I cannot compare with the practitioners of this era.

The Chen father and son only thought he was humble, but they had never heard of Tianchan Temple. When they saw him sighing, they just thought the other party was unwilling to mention it, so they stopped asking questions.

Instead, he talked about the facts. Yuan Xing really couldn't get into the mouth in this regard, just listened quietly. However, after being influenced by the Internet, he often took a different approach when talking about some opinions, which made the father and son look at each other with admiration. During this period, he inevitably talked about some ghosts, which county town is haunted, and where the mages were invited to solve the problem. This was the most interesting thing for the monk. He listened attentively. Seeing that he was interested, Chen Niansheng also talked about the fact that he encountered monsters when he was a child and was saved by a passing Taoist. Unfortunately, the Chen family was just ordinary people, and the details were not clearly explained.

If there is still time to finish this mission, should I go to the county town to take a look? Yuan Xing was thinking.

At this time, the sky, which had been covered with dark clouds, became more and more gloomy. After a while, the rain fell down, and this time there was a tea party atmosphere in the pavilion.

"Since you are a monk who travels around, you may as well tell me what strange experiences you have." Chen Ruoke suddenly led the conversation to Yuanxing again.

Chen Niansheng smiled bitterly: "My father only 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 my experience is bizarre, it is really boring to say it, and it is really hard to express it."

But when he said this, Old Chen was even more curious and wanted to ask questions. It was Chen Niansheng who did not want to make new friends to make things difficult for him and interrupted: "To be honest, my father not only likes to listen, but also likes to write. This time he went to the county town to see what was going on in the print of this book."

"It was everyone in front of me, and I was disrespectful." Yuan Xing raised his eyebrows. Is this an ancient version of his peer?

"Oh, I only have this hobby, nothing." Old Chen was so proud of being so flattered.

Chen Niansheng came over and muttered to Yuanxing in a low voice: "Actually no one looked at it." After that, he squeezed his eyes. Obviously, this guy was not afraid of his father. I think so, the person who could make his son and friends call him Lao Chen was not very serious in normal times.

"Nonsense. I always take a different approach to the topic. I specialize in writing something that others don't want to write. I can't do it in a big hit in the library, but there will always be people who like it. How come no one read it?" Old Chen glared at his eyes and raised his beard with dissatisfaction, saying dissatisfied: "I have made money by writing books this time with reliable results."

"You said yourself, is there a lot of money for you to ask the painter to draw pictures? Is it enough for you to drink two meals?" Chen Niansheng sneered, rolled his eyes, and continued to sarcasm: "You write too slowly, and they publish one book every month. What about you? Every book is half a year, who has the patience to read it?"

Old Chen hesitated for a moment and murmured: "I heard from the poster that there are still readers who reward them. If no one reads them, how could anyone reward them?"

Chen Niansheng still retorted with a smile: "That's because the material selection of your new book is too biased, and readers are afraid that you will not write it anymore." After a pause, he added: "You write slowly but not, but the more you write, the more boring you write, it is not as relaxed and pleasant as others write. After a long time, who would like to read it?"

"I'm talking nonsense, I'm praising me for writing so well." This time, Chen Ruoke actually started to call himself me.

But for his son, his deterrence effect was obviously limited. Chen Niansheng laughed and said, "Do you scold too much?"

The scene suddenly became quiet. After a moment, Old Chen suddenly picked up the stool beside him and waved his hand to smash it at his son.

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

"I rubbed my sore spot, but I won't beat you an unfilial son..."

Finally, it was Yuanxing who offered his goodbye to stop this upcoming tragedy in the world.

It turned out that as the rain was getting heavier, he suddenly remembered that his window was not closed, and if the grains he bought were poured into the rain, he would have no food.

The Chen father and son did not try to keep him. Yuan Xing stayed in the hat they gave him and rushed to the small temple with a burst of light skills. But as soon as he left the town, his pupils shrank slightly and he stopped.

I saw a huge mass standing in front of the temple gate in the wind and rain. In the dark environment, the monster seemed particularly huge, with a snoring like thunder. The pair of red eyes, like lanterns, stared at it tightly, as if it would swallow it away in the next moment. The air flow around his body, and the falling raindrops splashed everywhere when they encountered these air flows, and the hair all over his body could not be seen in any color. But judging by this momentum that soared into the sky, this was also a great monster of innate level at the lowest level.

A single head is bigger than a locomotive? Yuan Xing swallowed in fear. What kind of monster is this?

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

"Roar" the monster roared at Yuanxing. Under the huge sound, the leaves and soil roared towards Yuanxing.

Yuan Xing sneered, and he flashed his body and used his magical feet to reach the monster, and then picked up a white furry object with his hand.

The next moment, all the strange phenomena disappeared, including the monster with a terrifying momentum.

"So it's a silly fox who only knows illusions." Yuan Xing carried the white object in front of him: "Didn't you know that Buddhism has the ability to have the heavenly eye before casting the magic?"

Yes, this is actually a snow-white fox. At this moment, Yuan Xing was holding the back of his neck, his limbs and tail drooping, looking like he was desperate, looking at the monk pitifully, as if begging for mercy.

"What cute do male foxes do?" Yuan Xing looked at the fox in his hand carefully, then cut it off.
Chapter completed!