"Host, you can set out."

The system sounded.

Chu Feng nodded, raised his footsteps, and rose into the air lightly, walking into the space-time tunnel like a leisurely stroll.

Suddenly, a gust of breeze blew from the east, passing through the lake, ripples rippled.

People have left, but the beauty remains.

Hu Erniang and A Qing looked at each other and their figures disappeared. Under the yellow sunset, there was only a small boat left, floating on the lake, blending into the beautiful scenery, forming a harmonious picture.

...

I saw that the West Lake was so charming, so I thought that the West Lake would be like this when I saw me.

Standing by the West Lake, Chu Feng borrowed Xin Qiji's words and softly praised the original appearance of West Lake in the Song Dynasty, while not forgetting to praise himself.

When it comes to West Lake, many people will think of Leifeng Pagoda, and then Bai Suzhen, Xu Xian, Fahai and others.

That's right, this is the world of Legend of the White Snake.

For the next period of time, Chu Feng will preach here.

Unlike the previous eagerness for quick success and instant benefits and the random opening of golden fingers, Chu Feng decided to live by the West Lake and complete this preaching with a leisurely attitude.

For convenience, Chu Feng bought a house on the edge of West Lake with three thousand coins, which was a yard that was in and out of three. Thinking about later generations, the villas on the edge of West Lake were often hundreds of millions, and this price was simply a bargain.

Standing on the roof of your own house and looking around, you will see the West Lake that is so beautiful that it makes people calm. Those who practice Taoism should live in this kind of place.

In this way, after more than ten days, Chu Feng decided to go out for a walk.

Since ancient times, Taoist priests have never been otaku. In disaster years, Taoist priests are not like monks. They have surplus food at home and need to go out to find food.

Since the residence is right by the West Lake, Chu Feng entered the crowd without going far. In this era, a Taoist priest is not surprising. But a Taoist priest who looks handsome and is better than Pan An and Song Yu is different.

From time to time, there were ladies who were having fun stopped in the distance and looked at them.

This time, Chu Feng emphasized the intention of being at will and did not deliberately become other things to cover up.

There was a faint smoke in the distance, and Chu Feng couldn't help but walk over.

I thought it was a mountain road and there should be fewer pedestrians, but I didn’t know that there were more and more people on the road. Through the mouths of passers-by, Chu Feng also figured it out that it is Qingming Festival and people are here to worship their ancestors.

Remember the original plot. At this time, Xu Xian should have come to worship his ancestors with his sister Xu Jiaorong and brother-in-law Li Gongfu.

After walking forward for a while, Chu Feng's heart moved and looked east. Two men and one woman were going down the mountain through the blockade of the trees.

The woman is twenty-five or twenty-six years old, slightly plump, wearing blue and white floral clothes, carrying a basket, talking and laughing, and looking very happy.

One of the men is slightly older than the women, with big ears on their faces. A faint smile appears from time to time on their majestic face. It seems that they are just serious people on weekdays.

Another man, about twenty years old, looks like a boy and a girl, is very beautiful, and has a bookish look in every move. Such a person is very popular among women in this era of literary style.

Just as Chu Feng was watching, on the east side of the three of them, in the pavilion about twenty steps, two pretty ladies chatted softly, and their eyes passed by Xu Xian from time to time. The shyness of the women of this era made them only do this at most. When the three of them walked away, the two women looked elsewhere.

At this time, Chu Feng had already arrived at the edge of West Lake. No matter what era, the most famous scenic spots are the kind of fortune telling.

Under the shade of the tree, there are lines of lines, the gods, the gods, the Tianjimen... in a mess, most of them are wearing Taoist robes, but none of them have cultivation.

However, these people's eyes were so vicious that they saw Chu Feng from afar, and they showed a bad look. Chu Feng, who was acting against the will of heaven, made them feel threatened instinctively.

In the journey of fortune-telling, real ability is important, and appearance is equally important. Just imagine, if anyone sees a sharp-mouthed monkey, a big fur on his face, and a traitor, he will instinctively dislike it.

Chu Feng's generation master can naturally perceive this subtle emotion easily, but of course he didn't care. His eyes passed by the crowd, looking for Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing who might be nearby.

This time, the mediator, Xiaoqing and Xu Xian are all candidates, and he has not yet confirmed it.

After watching for a while, no gains were achieved, Chu Feng entered the shade area where this group of ancient fortune tellers gathered.

Dozens of pairs of bad eyes swept over immediately. Chu Feng didn't care and continued walking inside.

Suddenly, a thick voice sounded.

"This donor has a beautiful and elegant temperament and is destined to be with me Buddha."

Chu Feng almost staggered. This sentence was not a famous saying by the Western leader forcibly recruiting people. He wouldn't have come to this world too, it's equivalent to bringing a simple task to the hell level all at once.

Turning his head and looking to one side, Chu Feng felt a stern heart. He was a monk dressed like a beggar. He was dirty and could not tell at all about his cultivation.

Such a person either has higher cultivation than him or has secret treasures on his body.

"Master is joking. I am a Taoist priest. As the saying goes, monks and Taoists have different paths. However, if the master is willing to enter my Taoist sect, I can recommend it."

The group of fortune tellers wearing Taoist robes, with their own Taoist priests, cheered and said, "Master, I am the head of Tianji Sect in Baiyun Mountain. I am currently walking in the world and lack a flute-playing boy."

"Monk, I am a second-generation disciple of Qiantang Seven Star Temple. Now I see that you are destined to be with my Taoist sect, so I decided to pass you into the Tao."

"Monk, I have not yet passed on to the Ma Yi Shenxiang. Now I see that you have a clear bone and are a genius of Taoism. If you are willing to get started, I will only accept you ten stans of copper coins."

...

Under the shade of the tree, the monk wearing a tattered monk's robe leaned against the big tree, took out a broken fan from behind and slapped it a few times.

Chu Feng, who had been staring at him, had a heart moved and asked, "Master is the monk Daoji of Lingyin Temple?"

The monk, who was like a beggar, did not answer, stretched out a dirty hand on his own, scratched it a few times in his arms, grabbed a thin lice and stuffed it into his mouth. When he chewed it, there were constant crisp sounds.

The fortune tellers were immediately disgusted and moved the stall twenty or thirty steps away.

In this way, only Chu Feng and the monk suspected to be Jigong were left in this area.

"When will the porridge go and the rice go? It's hard to treat it. The body is so ignorant, and it's only when it reaches the throat and reaches the abdomen. I'm still hungry again in a blink of an eye. Only monks don't care and have to drink three cups slowly. They still hang their summer clothes in winter. Although they are ugly, their hearts are not confused."

The monk who was suspected of Jigong started singing a cappella with his head shaking his head.

Those who don’t know think they are crazy monks who are nervous.
Chapter completed!