When He Ji walked out of the wild temple with his tidied belongings in his arms, he kicked something on his toes.
He Ji was a little surprised and looked at the thing that was kicked down several steps from the temple gate. It was a dirty cloth pocket.
He Ji frowned and shouted: "Who is throwing things around the place!"
Bo Chengxian walked out of the temple and saw the cloth pocket. He raised his eyebrows: "This is the thing from the young man who chopped wood last night, why did he fall here?"
The young people living in Jinyun Village, before dawn, they left quietly while they were still practicing.
But this pocket Bo Chengxian has some impression.
The young man hung the pocket on the side of the firewood bundle last night. He saw some blood stains on his pocket and looked with his spiritual sense. There were some wild food such as hares and pheasants in his pocket.
"Maybe it's not tied up and left it here. He's a local, and he might have to come back to find it."
He Ji responded and put the pocket back in front of the temple gate.
"Take it away in your pocket, that's his gratitude to repay your bowl of broth."
Yan Yan's voice came from behind the temple.
The rain stopped in the early morning, and she and Mr. Yumei went up to the hillside behind the wild temple with him.
Bo Chengxian was a little surprised and agreed, walked back and picked up the dirty cloth pocket with his own hands.
Zhongkun walked past him, staring at his pocket and frowned: "It's dirty, fishy and smelly, what should I do? I'll throw it away as soon as possible! Don't worry about it yourself, don't mess with the sect leader."
Bo Chengxian glanced at the pocket and felt that what Zhongkun said made sense. He untied the pocket on his luggage and said to the few people: "Wait for me."
After saying that, he ran to the stream behind, cleaned the hare meat there, washed the inside and outside of the pocket, and used magic to dry the clean rabbit meat and pocket before folding it back.
Bo Chengxian put the rabbit meat and pockets into the storage bag and said to He Ji: "Have you asked the sect leader today? Can you enter the city?"
He Ji nodded: "The sect leader said he wanted to enter the city."
Bo Chengxian jumped onto the shaft: "Let's go!"
Yan Yan sat cross-legged on a thick mat in the car shop, reading "Canglang Zhi"
Mr. Yumei placed a small square wooden box on his knee, with several black and white chess pieces inside.
It's not Go or Double Land. This is a game he figured out by himself and has been fiddling with it recently.
Yan Yan knew that it was the homework that Canghua, the thick-skinned man forced Mr. Yumei to do.
Canghua thought Go was too complicated and asked Mr. Yumei to think of an interesting and simple game. Mr. Yumei unconditionally accepted Canghua's rude request.
Yan Yan felt that Canghua was obviously bullying honest people.
Why don’t Lieshan Ding do this job?
A white piece fell into the game, and Mr. Yumei's eyebrows moved gently, and raised his head to look at Yan Yan sitting on the ground reading a book.
"You're worried."
Yan Yan raised her head and nodded without covering her head: "Yes."
Mr. Yumei had never seen Yan Yan's expression so solemn.
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The young man who stayed together in the wild temple did not return to Jinyun Village, but the young man did not deceive Yan Yan and the others. The young man did live in Jinyun Village.
But before returning to Jinyun Village, the young man needed to send firewood to Canglang City.
The young man entered the city before dawn. When he walked into the city gate, he was too lazy to even look at the young man.
It’s not that the young man is not good-looking, it’s that the Chengshou is too familiar with the young man. He saw a face the next day, and he has seen it for several years.
The young man walked towards the palace east of the city with firewood on his back.
Walking along the spacious and flat Canglang Street to the end, it is a brilliant palace.
The emerald-colored glazed tiles are illuminated by the rising sunlight, just like the light shining into the shallow sea, emitting those rippling green lights of varying depths.
These green lights fell into the eyes of young people, just like stars falling into the sea.
The young man's eyes were very calm because the young man knew in his heart that the beautiful lights on the high eaves had nothing to do with him, and he was not surnamed Xing.
Everything in this palace is only related to the Xing family.
The young man walked to the gate of Canglang Palace with his Canglang Palace on his back, then turned to his right, then turned to his left, and walked into a deep alley.
The alley is a dead end, with a door on the side wall at the end, embedded in the wall.
Anyone who hasn't been here will never see that there is a door here.
When he walked to the door, the young man took off the firewood from his shoulder, rubbed his shoulder, which was hurt by the firewood rope with one hand, and knocked on the door panel with the other hand.
Soon the sound of fiddling with the door bolt came from inside, and then the corner door was pulled open, and an old woman stretched out her hand and put a big money into the young man's hand.
As usual, the young man lifted the firewood bundle and put it into the threshold, but he didn't go in and then turned around and left.
The people inside and the young people outside the door did not communicate at all.
After sending Chai Ye, the city gate was filled with people of all kinds waiting to enter the city. The young man flowed out of Canglang City along the way he came to the city along the way and against the people entering the city.
As soon as I walked out of the city gate, I heard a voice coming from the team entering the city: "Hey, what a coincidence, I actually met you!"
The young man turned his head and recognized the person who spoke as the monk who had sent soup in the wild temple last night.
But the young man didn't know that the monk was named Bo Chengxian.
At this moment, the young man saw that Bo Chengxian had jumped off the carriage and was walking towards this side.
The young man stood still and saw Bo Chengxian holding a clean cloth pocket in his hand.
When he approached, Bo Chengxian handed the cloth pocket to the young man with a gentle smile: "We have accepted the rabbit. You have good skills. You are not easy to catch such a fat hare, right? This is your bag, and the goods are returned to the original owner."
The young man lowered his head and took the neatly folded cloth pockets in Bo Chengxian's hand, and was stunned.
Perhaps his pocket was washed too clean, and the young man didn't recognize it at first as the pocket that had been filled with a wild body last night.
Now it has been completely reshaped and has been neatly pinned in the young man's hands.
This originally ordinary dirty cloth pocket was cleaner than his clothes. It seemed that after passing by the monk's hands, it became very noble.
The young man couldn't help but look up at Bo Chengxian who had merged into the city team and asked, "Which sect are you?"
A clear answer came from the long team: "White Mist Palace."
The young man didn't say anything anymore because the two carriages from the White Mist Palace were soon submerged in many carriages that entered the city at the same time.
The young man returned to Jinyun Village and did not enter the village because he did not live in the village either.
Bypassing the neatly arranged village houses, the young man came to a ancestral hall embedded in a stone wall on the back mountain, pushed open the old wooden door and walked in.
The light in the ancestral hall is a bit dark, but you can see that the renovation here was very grand in the past.
The entire ancestral hall was directly carved out and built into a stone on the mountain, so it was particularly strong. There was also a stone window on the top of the head.
During the day, the sun shines into the ancestral hall from the stone window, and it is shining on the things worshipped on the front of the ancestral hall.
What is worshipped there is not the tablet of immortals or the withered statues of immortals.