As for the fate they were talking about, after teleporting out of a safe distance, they finally found a corner to hide themselves.

"Puff", a mouthful of blood was vomited on the ground. Those three punches were not good. The opponent's surging domineering energy had caused internal injuries to his internal organs.

It’s not that he had to get three punches to repay the cause and effect, but that he was intuition telling him that he would be troublesome to stay in the precepts hall. As for what Baoguo Temple likes him, he still can’t figure it out yet, but it won’t be a good thing at all, otherwise why would he use tricks and be gentle?

After a while of rest, when the qi and blood surging in his body calmed down, he used his feet to wipe the blood on the ground like soil before using his magical feet to reach the street.

He was not afraid of being followed, so he asked for directions all the way to Chen's mansion.

There is nowhere to go at the moment, so I can only go to Chen Niansheng's house to fight for Qiufeng. Moreover, if I can't solve the disaster today, it will be a reward for Old Chen's mouth, so it's good to collect some interest.

I finally found the Chen Mansion. The concierge was an old man who entered Beijing together. When I saw him, I was particularly kind, and a few words to ask about my well-being was inevitable.

The two were chatting, and Chen Niansheng was sending the visiting guests out of the house. He couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Yuanxing, because the appointment time had not yet come, and I don't know why the other party came early, but my friends were always happy when they came to the house. He gave a wink, meaning that he would wait for a while.

Yuan Xing understood it naturally, and stood by and let the crowd go first. His heart suddenly jumped and he couldn't help looking at a woman holding a cradle.

The rest of the people naturally didn't recognize the tall and thin monk, so they just bid farewell to Chen Niansheng and got on the carriage and left.

The latter breathed gently and was about to greet Yuanxing, but he saw the other party staring at the carriage that was leaving in a daze, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Which family does the monk recognize?"

Yuan Xing withdrew his gaze, but shook his head and refused to answer.

Chen Niansheng was also used to his strange behavior. As an expert, mortals can never understand it. He laughed and said, "The Jingyuan Hou family brought his daughter to him today. The little girl was born with a plum blossom pattern on her forehead, which was really gratifying..." Speaking of this, he lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "My father and the Jingyuan Hou have made a marriage agreement and have been approved by His Majesty. Zhuoer will marry the little girl when she becomes an adult."

"So it's her..." Yuan Xing recited silently, and a white figure holding his legs and crying bitterly flashed in his mind, and he was speechless for a long time...

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The capital is in the north, and winter is actually very cold. In the twelfth lunar month, it can freeze people's chins. It is not surprising that no matter how heavy the snow is, it is not surprising, but the weather is wrong recently. It is gloomy all morning and finally something fell, but it is not snow, but drizzling rain.

This rare winter rain lasts from noon to night, and the whole world becomes wet and cold.

"It's been the New Year, and it's actually raining in winter. It's really not a big deal..." Chen Niansheng put away his umbrella and couldn't help but start complaining. After saying a few words, he realized that the abnormal weather when the new emperor ascended the throne was not a good sign. He quickly swallowed the rest.

"Well, don't be superstitious, it's just that the climate is abnormal." The fire in the charcoal brazier was flashing. After the small flames were extinguished, they grew tremblingly, forming a long, blue flame. With the crackling sound, Yuan Xing sat lazily, holding a book in his hand and watching the firelight carefully. However, he looked pale and coughed from time to time.

Chen Niansheng put down his umbrella, walked a few steps to the charcoal basin, took the hot kettle on it, first looked at the cup beside Yuan Xing's legs, and it was already bottomed out. He first poured Xuman, then poured himself a cup of hot tea, and drank it lightly, and said, "The little monk is here again, this time he kneels directly in the water, are you really not seeing him?"

"No one will pay attention to him, he will leave." Yuan Xing's eyes were still on the books.

"What happened to you at Baoguo Temple?" Chen Niansheng couldn't help but ask. He couldn't help but be curious. When he arrived at his home for a while, a little novice who claimed to be his student came to the door. For some reason, the monk who had always been kind-hearted actually stayed in the door and let the other party beg outside and still remained indifferent.

"I made some taboos and was driven out." Yuan Xing replied lightly.

"He is really your student?"

"Think half of it. But everyone has their own fate, and I have taught everything I should teach. He can't learn anything from me anymore." Yuan Xing closed the book and sighed softly. He was telling the truth, and the "Platform Sutra" and the "Heart Sutra" were given to each other. He himself dared not say that he was a monk and had nothing to teach him.

He didn't blame the other party for selling himself cleanly. After all, compared to Baoguo Temple's life-saving grace, his fate belongs to outsiders.

But since you have done such a thing, why not be more thorough? Wouldn't it be better to have a break from contact with each other? How many meanings did you come to entangle this time? Or did you get someone's instruction? In short, it's a trouble, so it's better to ignore it.

Chen Niansheng didn't know what happened, but he was in a bad mood and couldn't say more, so he could only drink tea silently.

As Yuan Xing said, when the rain became heavier, a servant would repay the little monk who left crying.

For some reason, both of them present breathed a sigh of relief and the atmosphere immediately became relaxed.

"Lingzun's book is quite interesting." Yuan Xing raised the book in his hand and raised his eyebrows and said, "Unlike others, the ghosts and foxes described in it have their own personalities and thoughts. This is to write them as humans, which has a bit of a sense of Stories from a Chinese Studio."

"What is the secret of a Chinese Studio?" Chen Niansheng asked in confusion.

Yuan Xing realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly changed the topic: "When it comes to foxes, I have visited fox demons before, and you have seen them." Then he told me about how the white fox was instructed by Shen Ya to take the blame for him, and how he sent prey to supplement nutrition for the mother.

Perhaps because of seeing the dragon, Chen Niansheng was not as afraid of monsters and the like before. He couldn't help laughing with Yuan Xing's narration, only to find it extremely interesting.

"I didn't expect that the white fox was really a monster, but he was just a kind-hearted person, but he had a destiny to be with my family." After hearing the story, he stroked his hands and praised.

Isn't it fate? The child it saved is your son's tit brother. Yuan Xing complained in his heart, but said in his mouth: "Isn't this another good idea? Telling Lingzun can satisfy him." Well, you will also get less beaten. Maybe it's because of too many social engagements, Old Chen's temper has become increasingly angry these days. He is not irreconcilable, and his biological son is even less irreconcilable in his eyes. Yuan Xing lived in for a few days and watched several painful dramas about father and son fighting each other.

Perhaps because there were too many obvious expressions on his face, Chen Niansheng immediately knew what he was thinking and snorted.

Yuan Xing laughed dryly and said, "Reading the records in the book, there were tremendous changes in the local Buddhist sect a thousand years ago, which led to the loss of many sects and classics? Do you know what this is because of?" In fact, he had already had this question, but no one mentioned it in Baoguo Temple, and there were no related records in the Sutra Building.

"It's just a legend of unofficial history. Because the age is too long, there are only a few people in the world who know it sporadically, but the specific reasons and the times are simply unverified."

"It seems that this can only be a secret." Yuan Xing felt a little regretful.

After a while of silence, Chen Niansheng suddenly asked again: "Look at you being a monk at a young age. I don't know how long I have been studying Buddhism, and I don't know if there are brothers and sisters in your family to serve their parents?"

Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment before sighing and replied: "I have been a monk for more than 20 years. He is the only son in the family. He has only one adopted brother this year."

"I became a monk after the only son in the family?" Chen Niansheng was also stunned and said, "There are three so-called unfilial things..." After saying that, he felt abrupt and stopped talking.

He actually had some understanding of Buddhist principles, otherwise he would not have had a good conversation with fate. What ordinary people mentioned is that there are three kinds of unfilial things, but monks only believe that one person becomes a monk and nine tribes to ascend to heaven. In their opinion, becoming a monk is to plant a field of blessings for his parents and relatives, and to practice by himself, parents and ancestors can escape the suffering of reincarnation.

Therefore, unless the monks who believe in faith change themselves, they rarely return to the secular world. The reason for this is that they are different in terms of modernization and have different definitions of filial piety. If you say yours, I believe mine, and you can’t communicate correctly.

Knowing that he had said more or less intentionally, Chen Niansheng turned his head and looked out the window, saying in surprise: "Oh? It's snowing."

Yuan Xing seemed to have not heard him, and just drank tea silently, his face changing with the rising heat.

Due to the drop in temperature, what fell outside was no longer rain, but fine snowflakes, floating around and sprinkling every corner of the capital.

On the second day, a letter was left in the guest room, and fate disappeared.

Chen Niansheng was only miserable. When Old Chen grabbed his ear and scolded him, he secretly scolded Yuanxing in his heart. Since you agreed to go with him when you worship your ancestors, why did you suddenly leave? This is too unrighteous.

The little shaman Mingxin knocked on the door of the Chen Mansion again. This time, before his knee fell to the ground, someone told Yuan Xing that he had left. He could only step on the snow and return to the temple step by step. Somehow, his heart was empty, as if something had left him forever.

Xuan Wu heard some rumors. After going to Chen Mansion to find fate but failed, he smiled bitterly, spat in the direction of Baoguo Temple, greeted his brothers in advance and left the capital early. After that, the reputation of the monk Xuan Wu gradually spread among the people.

In Baoguo Temple, a group of monks also received a letter with no signature on it, only a few big words: "Be careful of my revenge." This was horrifying. They were afraid that someone would suddenly have a big whim and make a big deal during the Water and Land Conference. No one could stop it at that time. They could not. They had to send all the innate masters in the temple to be on guard every day, causing these monks who are usually majestic and miserable. It was not until the Water and Land Conference was successfully held that they realized that they had been fooled.

Little Chen Zhuo lying in his mother's arms was always happy. Occasionally, his little wife who had not passed the door would lie next to him in the cradle. Such two little people, he made her cry today, and tomorrow her snot made him muffled his face. The storm and rain in many years will not exist at this moment...

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