When he returned to the small temple, Yuan Xing first talked about the situation with Chen Ya. When he mentioned the Chen Mansion, everyone nearby should know it. Sure enough, Chen Ya only hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement. After all, it was not convenient for her to live in the monk temple with her children.

Seeing her agreement, Yuan Xing vented his anger and said that he was ashamed. At the banquet, both Chen and his son, and Xuanwu easily decided Chen Ya's fate. Then he remembered to ask the parties for their opinions.

Have you changed too? Is it because of the environment you are in? Yan Xing secretly wakes up and reflects, and decides to repent more during evening class.

But no matter what, the Chen family opened their eyes for him today and agreed to take the mother and son over, which helped him a lot. Otherwise, just one nutritional problem would be a headache.

When it was late class time, he really made a vow to repent sincerely.

Although Bai Ri was pointed and pointed, a big burden was about to be removed and he was still in a happy mood. It was still early to meditate, so he took out the books borrowed from Chen's mansion and looked through them with the candlelight in front of the Bodhisattva statue, as a pastime.

In this strange world, without a mobile phone or the Internet, it is impossible to participate in entertainment activities that most people like in this era. They can only rely on books and meditation to spend their spare time. Fortunately, he is half an ancient person, and this kind of life has become accustomed to it, so he doesn't think it's too boring.

The book he read was a travel notation, which recorded many strange stories in the world, and the writing style was also very interesting. After just a few pages, fate was put into it.

However, Xuan Wu seemed to be very worried. He looked at the monk who looked down and flipped through the book several times and wanted to speak but stopped.

When I was reading, I was most annoying to be stared at by others. Yuan Xing sighed, closed the book, looked up at Xuan Wu opposite him and smiled: "What's the matter with such annoying thing? Why don't you say it?"

Xuan Wu looked confused and said slowly: "Junior brother, I saw that you are not old and have touched the innate. I don't know what kind of exercises you are practicing." After pausing, he continued: "I have two sets of Buddhist secret techniques here, and I wonder if I can exchange them with you?"

"Senior brother is joking. You are already innate, how could you fall in love with my martial arts..." Yuan Xing began to think that he was joking, but when he saw his serious expression, he withdrew his smile and said in a naughty way: "I am practicing the Boy's Kung Fu and my school of secret techniques, and it cannot be passed on from outside."

Although he was very interested in the secret Buddhist techniques mentioned by Xuan Wu, his abbot repeatedly warned him not to be spread when he taught the Bodhi Jade Body Glazed Art. Although he had been together for more than ten days, the two often sat together to talk about martial arts, but they didn't involve much about their background and experiences, so he didn't know much about Xuan Wu, so how could he easily agree?

It was said that it was a secret technique of the master. Xuan Wu's eyes became dim. According to the rules of this world, once the word "master" was involved, it was undebated. He knew that his goal was hopeless, so he could only sigh and no longer speak.

At this time, Yuan Xing no longer had the intention to continue reading. He sighed, put away the book, and began to meditate.

This night was spent in silence.

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On the second day, neither of the two monks mentioned what happened last night. The division of labor was still clear and he should do whatever he should do.

Only Xuanwu's face was gloomy, and he was rarely distracted during morning classes.

Yuan Xing didn't care, he just thought that the other party was unhappy because of what happened last night, but the exchange of exercises was something that everyone wanted to do, and he had no choice but to be unable to think about it.

After delivering breakfast to the mother, Xuan Wu suddenly walked to Yuanxing, who was serving the vegetable garden, and suggested: "Junior brother, let's send the female donor and her son to the Chen family later."

Yuan Xing stood up straight and looked at him strangely: "Didn't my senior brother refuse to agree yesterday? Do you have to wait until she is well prepared?" Your idea has become too fast, right?

Xuan Wu said awkwardly: "I thought it was a bad thing for my brother yesterday. You and I are now in poverty. How can I provide anything for the female donor to nourish me? Staying here is just a pain. It is better to send it to the Chen family. I believe they can take care of you because of your relationship."

Yuan Xing lowered his head and thought about it. He actually didn't care about Chen Ya and his son staying for a while. If there were no supplements, at worst he could bet on the alms with shamelessness.

but……

"You have to ask the donor Chen what he meant." He said. You can no longer make decisions for others without authorization.

In fact, it’s useless to ask. Chen Ya and her son are dependent on others, and their lives are "snatched" back by the two monks. Naturally, what people say is what they say.

Without further ado, Yuan Xing rushed to Chen's house to communicate and borrowed a carriage. Xuan Wu stayed in the temple to pack up all the items for the mother.

The progress was very smooth, and the mother quickly entered the Chen family, and there was nothing to explain. In terms of caring for people, they were much more professional than the two monks.

Seeing that it was still early, the two of them rushed back without rushing and their pace was no longer urgent. It was not yet lunch, and this season was not busy with farming, and there were still many people on the streets. Naturally, the two bald monks' every move was seen by the townsmen.

They watched the monk pull the carriage to the front of the Chen Mansion, and a servant was holding a woman in a cradle on the carriage. They also watched the two monks wandering around the streets slowly after returning the carriage.

Of course, the youngest and the whitest and unstable monks can't avoid being pointed at by others.

"Flower Monk Flower Monk." A group of children followed behind them, laughing with dance and laughing.

Yuan Xing made a vicious look and turned around suddenly. The children immediately screamed and scattered.

Seeing their panic, Yuanxing didn't care at all, but instead looked in a good mood. It seemed that the child scolded Monk Hua was someone else.

"My junior brother is really open-minded." Xuan Wu sighed.

"But what can I care about for a bunch of children?" Yuan Xing smiled. Perhaps because of being a teacher, he always had an inexplicable intimacy and affection for children. Except for naughty children, it would only give him a headache.

"Yesterday, Chen Shi mainly helped you explain clearly to the townspeople. Why didn't you agree?" Xuan Wu asked again.

Yuan Xing smiled and said, "No matter how much you explain rumors, it is useless, and it is better." People only like what they are willing to listen to. The more you explain, the more you care about it, the more you care about it, the more excited you may be. Instead, it is better to leave it to time to dilute it.

"What my junior brother said is reasonable."

"If the principles of the world can be explained clearly, how can there be many troubles..." Yuan Xing felt emotion. Suddenly, his expression changed and his body disappeared instantly.

Xuan Wu was also shocked. He was very knowledgeable and could not compare to any light skills in an instant.

The word "Super Power" is passing through your mind.

Looking forward again, his eyes couldn't help but condense.

At the corner of the street in front is a blacksmith shop. I don’t know what I thought, the boss hung some made-up sickles and axes on wooden poles to serve as signs.

At this time, the sign had already smashed down the street below with a loud noise, causing bursts of smoke and dust.

A "boom" sounded across the street, and Xuan Wu's movements were like a sudden move.

His purpose was amazing. He watched Yan Xing, who was wearing a gray robe, appear below the moment the wooden pole fell down, watch him hugging the little boy in front of him, and also see the swords and axes slashing at him with their inertia.

"Junior Brother Yuanxing." Before the dust had dissipated, Xuan Wu had already arrived near. At this time, the people on both sides of the street reacted and shouted in a hurry to save people at the beginning.

"I'm fine." A cough sounded, accompanied by a crisp sound, a pile of farm tools and broken wood were lifted up, Yuan Xing appeared, and a child with a confused look on his face was still holding in his arms.

Didn't even hurt? Xuan Wu saw that his clothes had a hole in it, but there were no wounds or blood stains on his exposed skin. The head was still shiny. You must know that he had just watched an axe slashing on it.

Supernatural powers, golden body? He only felt dry mouth and tongue.

Yuan Xing did not pay attention to his strangeness, handed the child to the scared blacksmith, and solemnly emphasized the importance of safe production. He pulled Xuanwu away before hearing the noise.

"I am convinced." When I returned to the temple, Xuan Wufang Buddha saw it for the first time. He looked at the whole world up and down, sighed: "My junior brother has such cultivation and still acts in a low-key manner. If this hadn't happened, I really thought my junior brother was just an ordinary Buddhist disciple. Today I realized what it means to be fond of favor and disgrace, what it means to be hidden and not revealing, and how to be humble."

Yuanxing: "This..." Could this be the legendary over-interpretation? If you want to explain, but the other party spoke again and did not give him a chance to speak at all.

"I am wrong." Xuan Wu looked regretful: "I shouldn't have looked down on you when I see you young. I shouldn't have felt jealous. I heard rumors about the town for a long time, but I not only did not explain it to you, but even helped the fire. I didn't have any good intentions to stop you from sending Donor Shen and his son to Chen's mansion. I just wanted to watch you joke for a few more days."

Yuan Xing widened his eyes and couldn't believe that he had extraordinary spiritual awareness and had even more wise eyes and magical powers, and could roughly tell who had subjective malice towards him. But he didn't notice Xuanwu at all. What's the reason?

"I realized it." Xuan Wu sighed: "I have been wandering in the second level of the innate world for many years, but I have never been able to break through. Master made me wander around. I always thought that he was disgusting me for fighting with people in the temple for three days. I had a grudge in my heart before, and I would not return to serve him for a few years. It turns out that because of my narrow mind, it is difficult to improve my cultivation?" As he said that, he looked around at the West, and tears fell in his eyes: "Master, I finally understand your hard work today."

Fate Xing: "..." You may not have realized it, you have misunderstood it.

"I'll go back to the mountain to serve the commander." After saying that, Xuan Wu quickly returned to the room and began to pack his bags.

After packing his luggage at a super fast pace that he had never seen before, Xuan Wu appeared in front of him again, took out two booklets from his arms and stuffed them, looking at him with bright eyes: "Thank you for your entertainment these days, we have the fate to see you again." Then, without waiting for him to react, he jumped out of the wall with his luggage, and disappeared after several ups and downs.

Yuan Xing raised his hand, but the person was gone. He was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the two martial arts secrets in his hand, sighed softly, feeling complicated...

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Now, only one monk Yuanxing was left in the small temple. No one was talking to him, and he was still a little uncomfortable.

However, he has always been a big heart. After being depressed for half a day, he relaxed and returned to his usual appearance.

At this point, except for standing on the roof of the house every day to watch the changes in the luck of the town, he should practice and work. Except for Chen Niansheng and his blacksmith father and son who occasionally visited each other, he had almost never seen outsiders. When he was bored, he studied the secrets left by Xuan Wu.

A person's life is a little depressed and he feels that time passes very slowly, but in fact, time is the least anti-missing thing. In a blink of an eye, the grass and trees are declining, and a piece of whiteness covers everything in the world. It is winter.

Before he knew it, he forgot how long he had been in this world, four months or five months?

"Just treat it as a retreat practice." Yuan Xing comforted himself, held a wooden board in his hands and went out of the temple door, and hung the board solemnly on the door frame.

"Hansi." He took two steps back, looked from a distance, nodded with satisfaction.

This sign was made by him bored. His handwriting was not carved with a knife, but written on the wooden board with his fingers. With his skill, it was easy to rub the wood with his fingers. He just had to write in a round manner like a brush on it, and to write in a uniform manner. This was the result of his painstaking research, and through this training method, he made great progress in the use of strength.

And why it is named Hansi...

A man is lonely and in the middle of winter, he can't afford to keep warm clothes. He wears the same piece he had when he came. His back and chest have patched patches. But no matter how thick the patches are, they cannot resist the disturbance of the cold wind.

Although internal strength is not affected by cold and heat, the feeling of cold and hot still exists. Anyway, he just thinks cold. Leng Temple is not nice, so what is it called Han Temple?

What is depressing is that the vision he was waiting for has not yet arrived, and I don’t know when this day will last? Perhaps the concept of time for the powerful is different from that of ordinary people. They are very fast and about to come, and we may have to calculate it annually.

He complained to Jin Chan more than once, and the other party was in a state of confusion. This time, he had no information at all, so he could only wait.

In winter, heavy snow and light snow are one after another. When the temple gate of Han Temple comes out, there are not only plaques, but also couplets are hung, saying: "The wild birds in the fragrant forest are scattered, and the monks in the cold temple are busy."

"Nonsense, are you busy?" Chen Niansheng came over once and sneered at the couplet.

"I am busy." Yuan Xing held a tea bowl in his hand, and was as poor as he did not have tea to entertain guests, so he only had boiling water.

Chen Niansheng didn't dislike it. He also held the bowl, blew the heat on it and took a sip, and then said, "You are really stupid to recite scriptures. Isn't it better to go to Beijing than stay in this dilapidated temple?"

"No, the donor came to the capital and inherited his title. I just put a order when I entered the capital. How could I be free here?" Yuan Xing shook his head and replied.

"Free? I think you are poor and free." Chen Niansheng's tone was full of dissatisfaction: "I don't want to give you money, I deserve to be poor."

"What the donor said is reasonable." Yuan Xing said with a smile. Although he thought the other party was a friend, Chen Niansheng also sent money and grain several times, except for the first time, he had not collected all of them since then. First, he felt that it was unnecessary, and he had no place to spend money at the moment. Second, he was going to leave after all, and he didn't know how to repay the favor he owed.

"Ha!" Chen Niansheng curled his lips. At first, he felt that the monk had a kind face and extraordinary demeanor. After getting along for a long time, he could only find out how lazy this person was.

"I don't know when the donor will leave." Yuan Xing asked. The Chen family has been low-key for so many years, and finally it will be in operation. At the end of the year, the new emperor ascended the throne and was the first to restore the Chen family's title. This means that as long as he returns to the capital, the Chen family will be a nobleman in the court.

"I have to wait until my child is born and the situation is stable before I talk about it." Chen Niansheng showed a happy smile. He was naturally full of expectations for the birth of a child.

"Then it's only these days, right?" Yuan Xing nodded. Every time the other party came, he couldn't help talking about the soon-to-be-born child. He naturally knew the date when Mrs. Chen was about to give birth.

"No matter whether it is a man or a woman, as long as it is safe." Chen Niansheng closed his smile. He was about to be his father, saying that he was not nervous, that was fake.

"The donor is kind and generous, and I will bless you." Yuan Xing put his hands together: "The child will be born smoothly." You should know that hygiene conditions were not good in ancient times, and having a child was a big deal. Unfortunately, he was not a medical practitioner and had no good advice to the other party, so he could only say some auspicious words.

Chen Niansheng raised his eyebrows, then sighed worriedly: "I hope this is the case." After a pause, he said again: "Somehow, I always encounter crows when I go out recently, which is not a good sign."

"Crow?" Yuan Xing was stunned.

"Yes, recently, a group of crows came to the town, and they were shouting at the front of the house when they were fine. The noisy people were upset."

Yuan Xing suddenly rushed out of the room, then jumped deeper to the roof, and opened his eyes to look towards the town.

The luck has not changed much, but he just looked around and was not a group of people in Chen Niansheng's mouth. Not only are these black birds gathered in the southeast, west and north corners of the town, but even their shadows can be seen everywhere in the jungle around him.

Finally here! Yuan Xing withdrew his eyes and looked solemn...
Chapter completed!