"No, scarcity is expensive. It is because it is not easy to get that more people are willing to spend a lot of money and energy to pursue it. What's more, the solemn temple is not to turn away believers who can't get out of the maze on their own, it's just that they can't meet the presiding master and get the blessing of the monk. The more reserved and difficult the monk is, the more he is raised higher, so there is a solemn temple that can now match the reputation of Xiangguo Temple. Fang Xiaoyu smiled, and said in his heart that this kind of hunger marketing was simply played rotten in a world full of high-rise buildings. Moreover, because the emperor believes in Buddhism, if someone can be blessed by a virtuous monk, can he also look special in front of the emperor? Therefore, the solemn temple on this Baoxiang Mountain is actually the favorite place for ministers and women and even ladies.

"But if you can't break through the maze and get the monks to meet, won't the emperor think that you have committed the crime of defrauding the king, Miss?" Xie Yu's hand shook violently, accidentally pulled Fang Xiaoyu's hair, and hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Get up. So the news from the Seventh Princess is that I want to prepare in advance. Fang Xiaoyu could see that Ye Xinrou had completely sunk into her camp because she wanted to be beautiful.

"Is Miss sure?" Commentary was a little apprehensive. The young lady stays in the mansion all the year round, and her martial arts are strong, and it can be said that the general's bloodline is good, but the general doesn't seem to understand this formation at all. I have the impression that once the general led his troops to the battle, and he almost folded in the opponent's formation.

Fang Xiaoyu did not speak. She didn't really deliberately learn the formations in this world, so she didn't know if the formations of Baoxiangshan could trap her. However, in a certain reincarnation immortal cultivation world, she still has some research on formations. It's just that the formation of the immortal cultivation world is a bit too high-end and atmospheric, and she doesn't know if it can be applied to this relatively low-end world.

Therefore, after going to Kuzen Temple, you may need to go to Baoxiang Mountain.

This Fang Xiaoyu was pondering whether to go to the Zhuangyan Temple to explore the way first, and Fang Muyi stumbled in with mud, holding the pastry in his hand and stuffing it directly into Fang Xiaoyu's hand.

Fang Xiaoyu looked at the pastry in his hand, which was already a little broken and still stained with sand, and said with a smile: "For me?" ”

"Sister eats." Fang Muyi saw Fang Xiaoyu looking at her, and instinctively shrunk, not knowing why. She was a little scared when she saw Fang Xiaoyu, she felt like she had seen her father, and she couldn't breathe, even though she had been held by this titular sister with the consciousness of generosity and righteousness in Songzhu Temple before. But when I say goodbye, I will still be nervous.

However, although she is young, she has also developed a lot of thoughts in such a harsh environment as the General's Mansion.

She is a girl and cannot inherit the family business, so she will never have the idea of snatching Fang Hao's position. What's more, her aunt once told her that she must not betray her brother and sister. There can be no doubt about that.

The reason why she came was to be close to this rather majestic eldest sister, she wanted to improve her aunt's life in the mansion, and now that Madame had been released, she was afraid that she and her aunt would fall into Madame's hands again. And in that Songzhu Courtyard, she may not understand so many complicated things, but she understands that Mrs. is afraid of her sister, because her sister is so fierce and will kick people. Therefore, after thinking about it, she decided to bravely go to the arms of her eldest sister and find a backer for herself who would not be bullied in this general's mansion.

Seeing Fang Muyi's expectant little eyes, and then looking at the pastries that were still stained with sand in his hands, the corners of Fang Xiaoyu's mouth twitched.

You say eat, this pastry is dirty. If you don't eat it, it seems that it will hurt a child's expectations. Fang Xiaoyu secretly laughed at when he was so reasonable, and he still cared about the feelings of others.

But instead of throwing away the pastry, she scraped off the sandy part. Then put the intact part of it into your mouth.

"Very fragrant and sweet. Mu Yi is here to deliver snacks to her sister? Fang Xiaoyu touched Fang Muyi's head, patted the dirt off her body, and asked with a smile.

My aunt said. In the future, Mu Yi will have to think about her brothers and sisters if she has good food and fun. Fang Muyi used some careful tricks and directly pushed all the qiē on Jinyi's body, trying to make Jinyi leave a good impression on Fang Xiaoyu.

Fang Xiaoyu naturally saw through this qiē, but she didn't break it, but she was a little sad. Such a young child should still be spoiled in the arms of his parents, but now he has to try his best to please her in order to survive in the house. It's hard for her, too.

"Mu Yi is good." Fang Xiaoyu pinched Fang Muyi's little face, and said with a smile: "Now that my sister is going out, I can't play with Mu Yi, Mu Yi will go back obediently, or go to play with Brother Haozhi, and when my sister comes back, I will bring Mu Yi a lot of delicious food and fun, okay?" ”

"Really?" Fang Muyi's eyes are in the shape of small stars.

"Really. Whatever Mu Yi likes, my sister will buy you anything. Fang Xiaoyu added in his heart, 'Sister is not bad for money', and then amused herself.

"That Muyi doesn't bother my sister, go and play with Haozhi's brother." As he spoke, he jumped out of the house and followed Xiangcha to Qiu Yi Pavilion to find Fang Haozhi.

Fang Xiaoyu watched Fang Muyi leave, and asked with a worried face: "Miss, that snack is not clean, don't eat it and spoil your stomach." ”

"No problem." Fang Xiaoyu waved her hand, if the internal force of her body couldn't even resist the dim sum that fell on the ground, then there was really no need to mix.

"Miss, do you want the slave to accompany you?"

"It's snowy outside, and the road is slippery, and you don't know martial arts, so you don't have to go. I will come back as soon as possible and let the kitchen prepare the dishes that Mu Yi and Aunt Jin love to eat and bring them to them. Fang Xiaoyu commanded with a smile.

"Yes, miss, slave and maid will go." Xie Yu left with the already cold teapot, Fang Xiaoyu straightened up the big haze on his body, and walked towards the Ascetic Mountain alone.

Her goal is the Kuzen Temple, and in the Kuzen Temple, there is now an old monk who is smiling and wrinkled in the meditation room and secretly drinking.

On the ascetic mountain, the white snow has been cleared by the industrious monks to make a way to the monastery so that the devotees who come to worship the Buddha can safely ascend the mountain.

Although the snow does not stop, it cannot stop the sincere worship of the Buddha by devout believers, not to mention, the more disasters come, the more people pin their hopes on the gods and Buddhas, so even if the heavy snow covers the mountain roads again and again, there are always people who only seek peace of mind despite the difficulties.

Fang Xiaoyu, who had already been here once, avoided the other monks and found Master Xuyun's meditation room very easily. The moment she pushed the door open, Xuyun was looking at Fang Xiaoyu outside the door with a smile on her face, and she didn't seem surprised at all about her arrival.

"Fang Xiaoyou, don't come unharmed." Xuyun squinted at the thing in Fang Xiaoyu's hand.

Don't come to your sister's rescue!

Fang Xiaoyu complained fiercely in his heart. It can be seen that Xuyun's smile is getting softer and softer. I didn't fight this anger, so I had to grit my teeth and stare at Xuyun, and jumped out word by word: "Master Xuyun, you want to play to death, right?" ”

"What do you mean by that?" Monk Xuyun looked innocent. As if Fang Xiaoyu had wronged him, his eyes were full of sincerity.

"How can you say that? Void Cloud Old Ghost! What is the deep hatred between Miss Ben and you? What I said before, how can I add drama to myself at will? Can you explain to me what happens when a person who is reincarnated for a hundred generations becomes an immortal without being evil? In the future, there will be a place in the heavenly court, and what is the matter with being able to sit on an equal footing with the Buddha? And what kind of immortal demon vs. Buddha and demon dispute. This is completely different from what was said beforehand, but any flaw I reveal due to surprise is enough to destroy it, old monk, what kind of enmity do you have with the general's mansion to harm me like this! I'll kill you! Fang Xiaoyu really wanted to go up and strangle this old guy who looked harmless to humans and animals, but was actually a bad guy.

They all say that their families are compassionate, why is this guy so bad!

"If the background of the story is not rich, how can the emperor believe it? I'm doing this for your own good. The old monk Xuyun glared at a pair of innocent eyes of 'you come and praise me', stretched out his hand and pointed to the wine jar in Fang Xiaoyu's hand and said, "Fang Xiaoyou has brought good wine to comfort the old man?" ”

"I brought a good wine with rat poison, can the master taste it?" Fang Xiaoyu gave Xuyun the biggest white eyes in history to express her current mood of 'grass mud horse'.

"As long as it's good wine, it's poisonous. I don't say no either. As he spoke, he naturally snatched the wine jar from Fang Xiaoyu's hand.

Fang Xiaoyu didn't stop it, and let the old monk opposite hold the wine jar and drink wildly, and from time to time let out some sighs like 'good wine'.

"Nothing else, you'd better explain clearly what the so-called 'reincarnation of a hundred worlds, if you don't become an immortal for evil'? Where did you hear that? Do you know something? Fang Xiaoyu carefully stared at every expression of the old monk Xuyun, trying to see something.

Xuyun just took a sip of wine, then squinted his eyes with an expression of enjoyment, and said casually: "I made it up." ”

"Nonsense? You're foolish! Fang Xiaoyu looked at Xuyun's face, and he couldn't help the potential violent impulse that he was aroused.

"Monks don't speak." The old monk of Xuyun told a lie, his face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

Fang Xiaoyu was almost suffocated by the heart of the old monk who wanted to kill him.

"Master Xuyun, you say that if I sincerely make a wish to the Buddha, the Buddha will fulfill my sincerity?" Suddenly, Fang Xiaoyu changed the subject. He looked at Xuyun with a smile on his face.

"Uh...... Will it......" Xuyun was stared at by Fang Xiaoyu's smile, and took a few steps back with the wine jar in his arms, as if Fang Xiaoyu was some kind of flood beast.

Fang Xiaoyu smiled more and more gently, and said, "Then you say that if I make a wish to the Buddha." If you are beaten to death with a stick, will the Buddha fulfill me? ”

Xuyun laughed twice, took two steps back unconsciously, and said with a smile: "The gentleman doesn't use his mouth, what kind of system does his daughter's family always fight and kill?" ”

"I don't do it. Swords, guns, swords, halberds, sticks, forks, you can choose at will, I am proficient in all eighteen kinds of martial arts, how do you want to die? Fang smiled evilly.

"The donor's heart is too hot, it's not good for the body, the sun is so warm today, why not drink a cup of tea and enjoy this rare good time?" Xuyun instantly turned into the appearance of a virtuous monk who is compassionate on weekdays, and this face-changing kung fu has a fight with Fang Xiaoyu.

Sunshine and warmth! It's snowing hard outside!

Fang Xiaoyu rolled his eyes wildly, he really felt that this Xuyun Great Monk really didn't match the high monk in his impression, and he couldn't even find a suitable adjective to praise him.

"If you know something, what can you do?" Monk Xuyun began to boil chicken soup for the soul.

I can't do that! But knowing that I am at least happy and happy and at ease, it is better than not knowing anything and being hung with an appetite and a blind heart!

Fang Xiaoyu knew that if Xuyun didn't want to say it, it would be useless for her to ask even if she pressed it. But she just couldn't get used to seeing this old guy with an unfathomable face, and he always felt uncomfortable if he didn't beat him up.

Fang Xiaoyu sighed, and said in his heart that his temper has become a lot bigger recently, and he wants to fight when he sees everyone. Such impatience is not good, not good.

Xuyun saw Fang Xiaoyu's expression as if he had given up on asking, so he approached with the wine jar and took a bowl on the side. was about to pour a bowl of wine for Fang Xiaoyu, and said: "Life is too short, it's like a big dream. What do you want to do with all that mess? Don't they all say that it's hard to be confused? ”

Fang Xiaoyu looked at Xuyun with disgust. Stopped him from pouring wine and said, "You've drunk it all, so I won't drink it." As he spoke, he took out a fine flask from his sleeve, poured half a bowl of clear and transparent wine into the bowl, and drank it in one gulp. He also showed an expression of great enjoyment.

The drunkard monk saw that Fang Xiaoyu had better wine, how could he miss it, and looked at Fang Xiaoyu with a blank eye, as if he was saying how heinous it was not to give him wine to drink.

Fang Xiaoyu covered the wine jug tightly, and his eyes were full of defensiveness: "This is the best immortal drunk in the capital, so I won't spoil this old monk for you." ”

"Amitabha, the donor's words are wrong. It is a virtue to know how to share. The old monk was talking nonsense in a serious manner, completely ignoring Fang Xiaoyu's disdainful gaze.

"Since sharing is a virtue, I heard that the master got a good wild ......ginseng a few days ago," Fang Xiaoyu showed a treacherous smile.

"It was for my ginseng." Xuyun frowned, his face was tangled, and he said, "You want to exchange me for a wild ginseng when you are drunk with a pot of immortals." It's too greedy. ”

"There's still a jar out there." Fang Xiaoyu continued to tempt.

"Deal!" The old monk of Xuyun sold the wild ginseng in an instant for the sake of fine wine. The price of fairy drunk is not cheap, and it is all for the rich to drink. He is an old monk, very poor, it is difficult to drink this kind of wine, not to be missed.

Fortunately, he didn't say what he thought in his heart, otherwise he would definitely get Fang Xiaoyu's fierce contempt.

Is he poor? A whole dry Zen temple, how many incense believers, he will be poor? The most annoying of this kind of crying poor people!

In line with the creed of paying money with one hand and delivering goods with one hand, if he didn't see the wild ginseng, Fang Xiaoyu just held the wine pot and didn't let go. The old monk was also happy. Immediately handed over the wild ginseng to Fang Xiaoyu's hands.

He snatched the wine jug from Fang Xiaoyu's hand and poured it violently, this is the habit of the Xuyun monk to drink, he likes to pour it in large gulps, even if the immortal is drunk with this expensive and deathly wine, he doesn't plan to enjoy it slowly. A pot is almost all in one go. It is precisely because of this that tragedy came without warning.

Spit out the whole sip of wine he had poured down, and Xuyun looked at Fang with a poisonous expression and said with a smile: "Sour!" ”

"Of course vinegar is sour." Fang Xiaoyu said it as a matter of course.

"Vinegar?" Xuyun was shocked to realize that he had been fooled, and he was quite crying and laughing: "But you have drunk it just now." ”

"How can I fool you if I don't take a sip." Fang Xiaoyu's mouth was also sour, it was also uncomfortable, but looking at the old monk's loveless face, she felt that this vinegar was not in vain.

A pot of white vinegar. I actually used an old mountain ginseng in exchange. Xuyun: He finally realized in himself what it means to be a loser......

Fang Xiaoyu took the old ginseng he got from the old monk, shook it in front of Xuyun and said, "Old monk, you can enjoy your wine, Miss Ben still has something to do, so she will leave first." The rest of the jar of fairy drunken is placed on the wall in front of your door, and you can move in by yourself. I'll go too. As he spoke, the man had already run out of the smoke.

Xuyun couldn't help but look at the jar by the door that was sealed with a good 'fairy drunk', thinking about what kind of dishes to make in this jar of vinegar to be used up. Rudely unsealed the mud, but smelled a burst of wine fragrance, carefully tasted it, only to find that this is really a good fairy drunk, the old monk suddenly felt that an old ginseng is also worth it.

Of course, Fang Xiaoyu didn't really give Xuyun a jar of old vinegar, that pot of white vinegar was just a small revenge for the previous Xuyun monk tampering with the script, although she also felt that her prank was quite boring, but seeing the old guy in Xuyun frowning with acetic acid, she was inexplicably much more refreshed in her heart, and the previous depression was swept away, and her whole body was really comfortable.

"This old ginseng is given to my father to make up for his body." Fang Xiaoyu took the mountain ginseng that flickered from Xuyun, and left the dry Zen Temple step by step. (To be continued.) )

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