Say goodbye to Chen Fuan, who left with some loneliness.

Before leaving, Fahai handed him a string of hand beads, on which there were one hundred and eight counting beads.

After each good deed, the counting beads will automatically fall off.

When the beads on the bracelet were gone, it was when Fahai promised to unlock the seal for him.

But it was a mundane matter, and the little monk who was quite idle naturally did not forget that early this morning, the bun shop vendor said several specialties of Xuanping Mansion City.

Anyway, there was still some time before the water and land puja was held, and he didn't feel the slightest urgency, so Fahai simply wandered around the city.

It should be said that it is worthy of being the head of a city, although this Xuanping City is not as magnificent as Chang'an, the imperial capital where he lived when he was a child, but it is also a place of humanity and prosperity.

Because it was a good year, and it happened to be after the autumn harvest season, every household paid their taxes and still had two spare money in hand.

Unable to resist the troubles of their own children, but also deliberately by pulling two pieces of cloth on the street, a touch of this harvest year, many people from the countryside to the city to buy, but also to make this Xuanping City more lively than in the past.

The timely sun sets westward, coarse linen, and the ladies are in Khotan, and the end is the taste of the world.

The city is so populated that the accumulated vitality turns into billowing smoke, sheltering all sides from the calamity.

The huge city god temple in the east of the city, there is incense flourishing, green smoke is swirling, forming a network all over the city.

From time to time, there are daily wandering spirits flying back and forth, holding a roster in their hands, and going door to door to check whether there are any heresies.

This is also the reason why people in this era rarely go out to travel, the state road and county government, all have the city god canonized by the imperial court, and every few years there are monks and Taoists who practice to pass away, and the evil is easy not to be offended.

But after all, in the feudal dynasty, manpower was sometimes exhausted, and some poor villages that could not be reached by the imperial court naturally became fertile soil for nourishing demons and ghosts.

If you are not careful, passers-by will end up dead.

It was very emotional, seeing that it was not too early, Fahai wanted to find a place to stay.

I heard that the Baiyan Temple on the outskirts of the north of the city sent Guanyin to be particularly effective, and I wanted to pay homage, so I went to that place.

Passing by Yanbei Lake halfway, the dimness of the sky has not disappeared, but here it is already on the beginning of the lanterns, the painting boat is paraded, the lanterns are colorful, the flute is played and the piano is played, and the sound of the warbler is endless.

There was a breeze in the lake, but how could it beat the red-hot coals in the boat, and occasionally a young woman poked out her head from the half-hidden window railing, and she did not feel the chill in her light clothes.

Wrapped around his waist for 100,000 yuan, he rode a crane down to Yangzhou.

Although this is not Yangzhou, the enthusiasm of the Sao people is not inferior at all.

In just this moment, Fahai has seen more than a group of literati and scholars, walking together in twos and threes.

Shaking his head, anyway, the excitement is theirs, and he has nothing, Fahai was about to leave, when he suddenly heard movement from the painting boat not far in front of him.

It was estimated that it was probably a drunken guest who was jealous, which was really ordinary, and he inadvertently glanced at it, but the young monk came out with a soft voice.

The drunken young man who was held by two family members actually had a trace of demonic aura hidden on his body.

In broad daylight, there are days of wandering gods patrolling, and there are still demons who are not afraid of death who dare to enter the city?

Fahai suddenly became interested.

"This benefactor, may I ask ......?"

Stopping a scholar who was about to pass by, Fahai made a Buddhist salute and was about to ask.

But seeing that the other party was about to have a seizure impatiently, he suddenly realized that it was a little monk who stopped him, and he suddenly felt a little funny.

"Little monk, is a place like the painting boat supposed to be a monk?"

Fahai was not annoyed, but only shook his head and explained.

"Naturally not, I just saw that the benefactor was so good-natured and wanted to ask about his name. ”

The direction of the young monk's finger was the drunken young man.

"You mean Wei Da fool?"

The scholar was stunned for a moment, but when he saw clearly the person Fahai was referring to, he laughed even more happily, and it took a long time to stop laughing.

"He is also a legend in our Xuanping City. ”

Maybe it was because he saw Fa Haisheng's clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, giving people a sense of closeness, and he was not impatient, but he patiently explained to him.

It turned out that the big fool of Wei, the big name Wei Qingcheng, the word Zixiu, was also a famous figure in Xuanping City in his early years.

The Wei family is a well-known local gentry, and Wei Zixiu himself is even more talented.

But on the second day of Wei Zixiu's exam, a strange thing happened, and Wei Daxiucai, who was the head of the high school case, actually fell into evil.

not only tore off the shelves of Confucian classics in the study, but also beat people when they saw them, and ate blood and food raw.

Master Wei, who regarded this son as a baby bump, panicked for a while, and after letting his subordinates tie him up, he searched for doctors everywhere, and tried all kinds of means, but it didn't work at all.

In the end, it was the senior monk of Baiyan Temple who did a Dharma for him, and he gradually got better, but although he was sober, his temperament changed dramatically.

The ancient books that were regarded as treasures in the past have been discarded, and the scholars who have always been self-denying have become daily visitors to the Qinglou Painting Boat.

At first, Master Wei had the idea of trying to straighten it out, but gradually all kinds of methods were exhausted, but there was still no improvement.

In the end, the physically and mentally exhausted Master Wei could only give up and no longer care about him.

At least he still has a son, although he is a concubine, he is not as smart as his eldest son in the past, but he is diligent and self-motivated, and he was also admitted to Xiucai last year.

"No, Master Wei stayed in Miss Qianqian's house for three days and three nights, staying at home, and his old son and mother were all angry! Master Wei was also forced to be helpless, so he could only come with his family in person. ”

sneered, and there was a hint of schadenfreude in the scholar's tone.

It's understandable to think about it, after all, literati are light, looking at the two of them about the same age, I think that this scholar has been pressed by the other party a lot.

Now that the pride of the sky is down, the phoenix is not as good as a chicken, isn't it fast to step on it?

"And who is Miss Qianqian?"

Fahai asked suspiciously.

"Miss Qianqian is naturally the top card of this wishful boat, how many people can't see each other for a hundred gold, but for some reason they favor this two fools, a flower with cow dung, pity, pain!"

The scholar shook his head for a while, and he felt indescribable regret.

Fahai secretly rolled his eyes.

No matter what people say, it is also Yushu Linfeng, and you have a talent, you are a poor scholar who does not pee and take good care of your own dignity, and compare your head with others?

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