Thinking of this, Fang Xu pushed the door out, but saw that in the middle hall, Miao Ni was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, knocking on the wooden fish.

The middle-aged nun sat cross-legged beside Myoni, with his eyes closed, his palms clasped together, and he was mindful of his words.

Perhaps, the two of them are atoning for what happened last night!

Alas, the monks are really hard.

"Hehe, they really ignored me. Okay, we're happy with each other. 886！ ”

Fang Xu laughed silently, and when he understood, he stepped on his feet, his body rose into the air, and floated out of the nunnery.

The gate of the nunnery is still closed.

Fang Xudong looked west, found that this nunnery is on the peak waist, the mountain is rugged, although the nunnery is simple, but quaint, quiet and solemn, there is a vegetable garden on the side, the ancient trees are towering all around, and the lotus flowers are blooming.

"It's a beautiful environment! Forget it, it's even flashed. Fang Xu sighed and went down the mountain.

He crossed the mountain recess, crossed the mound, jumped over the stream, walked half a pillar of incense, and saw a waterfall with a pool under it.

"Haha, I've got to take a shower."

Rumble......

Fang Xu looked at the weeping stream and the waterfall, ** abnormal, immediately and in his clothes, jumped into the lake, splashed a burst of water, and refreshed in the blue water.

Here, the green mountains reflect the green water, and the green water floats on the green mountains, which is a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

Fang Xu was originally a farmer's child on the outskirts of the coastal city in the south of the Yangtze River, and he has loved the mountains and rivers, lakes and seas since he was a child.

At this moment, he jumped into the deep pool, and from time to time he swam under the waterfall, allowing the waterfall to wash away the dirt and blood on his body, which was very refreshing.

After some washing, some swimming, he relaxed his muscles and invigorated his blood, climbed a big rock, lay on his back, and let the sun shine.

He lay on his back for a while, thinking that he had no flints, no fire, his clothes were torn, and there were knife marks on his back, so he might as well pretend to be a beggar, lest he be chased and killed by the Eagle Gathering Gang.

So, he took off his clothes and searched for the contents of his pocket.

The mobile phone, the "Yue Nu Knife Spectrum" and the jade flute sent by Zhu Miaoman are all there.

He suddenly let out an "oops", but it was his "Yue Nu Sword Book" that was wet.

"Alas, Lao Tzu was crazy before, but he forgot to take out this treasure book, Yadi, how is this good? Lao Tzu hasn't practiced yet, but Lao Tzu can't even beat Ji Xiaolan now! ”

He opened the "Yue Nu Knife Book" and found that several pages were rotten, some pages were completely blurred, and some ** graphics were rotten.

"Yadi, alas, I'm so angry. Those two stinky nuns, no matter how cool I am, I can't compare to this treasure book! Cups! What a cup! Fang Xu was so angry that he trembled, he was very sad, and he burst into tears.

He complained vigorously that he shouldn't have been greedy last night, causing him to take a bath now, forget about **, and wet and rot the treasure book.

He was a little hungry, but now, he didn't feel hungry, his mood was completely gone, and his face was full of frustration.

In frustration, he spread out the treasure book to bask in the sun, and picked up the jade flute casually, and the beautiful image of Zhu Miaoman flashed in his mind.

"Alas, even this copycat version of Fang Xu, it's really Sparta! I forgot that ** is good for duality, what kind of Ji Xiaolan is soaking? If it weren't for Ji Xiaolan, Lao Tzu would have sent the holy decree to Beiping a long time ago, and now he can go home and steal vegetables. Alas, Lao Tzu is really dizzy. Fang Xu picked up the jade flute, his handsome face showed a sweet smile, but a trace of sourness welled up in his heart, and when he muttered to himself, he raised his hand and patted his head.

He didn't care about basking in the sun anymore, and he didn't care whether his clothes were wet or dry, so he tore his hair, put on a half-dry and not too wet rag, and thought that he still had a knife wound on his back, so he took off his torn robe again, wrapped it diagonally from his left shoulder to his right, covered up the knife wound on his back, put away the jade flute and mobile phone, wrapped the rotten treasure book, and went up the mountain shirtless, and then went down the mountain.

"Hey, I wonder if my stone tomb has been vandalized? I'll go and see, and if there is anyone, I won't show up. If there is no one, I'll check again. Fang Xu walked and walked, and suddenly remembered his stone tomb, so he walked back again, went down the mountain along the old road, and went to his stone tomb.

Strange peaks are stacked, and strange rocks are craggy.

Springs and waterfalls, gurgling streams.

Unconsciously, it is the birds singing with the twilight drums, and the clouds and mist are in the sunset.

"Oh, I'm starving." Fang Xu was really hungry this time, he was walking and walking, almost blackening his eyes, he couldn't help but sigh, feeling uncomfortable for himself.

His sweat and the wet clothes he was wearing were wet again. His long hair clenched his forehead with beads of sweat, making him look like a beggar. However, when he first arrived in this old society, he forgot that his boots were good. Moreover, the boots worn by *** are beautiful.

He is dressed like this, if he is really walking the rivers and lakes, those chivalrous and evil people, at a glance, they can know that Fang Xu is a fake beggar.

However, although Fang Xu was dizzy from hunger, he was fortunate to have almost arrived at the stone tomb.

As he approached the hills, he heard a whimper.

Fang Xu was stunned, hurriedly put his feet a little, and his body floated up.

Like a strange bird, he skimmed the branches and leaves of the trees, and landed gently on the big pine tree behind the stone tomb.

He gently brushed aside the leaves and looked down.

Oh, my God!

In front of the stone grave not far from the big tree, a group of people kneeling in black pressure were all in tears, kowtowing to the red and swollen foreheads, and some of them had broken their foreheads.

They all burned incense to Fang Xu's "stone tomb", and offered slaughtered chickens, ducks, pig's heads, beef legs, whole sheep, apples, peanuts, and wine.

"Is it really when Lao Tzu is dead? Yadi, is Lao Tzu so beautiful after his death? So many people miss? Lao Tzu ......" Fang Xu was so excited that he almost shouted.

Suddenly, his tiger body shook, shaking so much that the branches shook violently, and they almost fell on their heels.

His heart, which was originally a little crooked, was shocked.

"Woooooooooo......oo Lord Fang, you died unjustly! ”

"Woooooooooo......oo Lord Fang, the meal you invited us to eat at noon yesterday, we weren't full! Why did you leave me like this? ”

"Woooooooooo......oo Lord Fang, you beat the bully in Yulin on the street, so why do we villagers dare to go to the street to sell sparse vegetables? ”

"Woooooooooo......oo Master Fang, you died so miserably! There is not even a good grave, not even a straw mat, woo woo"

"Woooooooooo......oo What kind of world is this? Firmament! ”

But it was a group of ordinary people, at dusk, who heard the news of Fang Xu's "tragic death" and spontaneously came to worship him.

How did this group of ordinary people know the news of Fang Xu's "tragic death"?

It was after Ji Xiaolan returned to Zhongdu and broke the rudder, she reported to Ji Gang about killing "Fang Xu", the brother and sister shook hands and made peace, and when they were talking about wine, they forgot that the wall had ears.

Outside the window, there were several masked people eavesdropping.

These masked people are Dou Fangfei's brothers.

Dou Fangfei was in front of Dou Mansion at noon yesterday, and after seeing Fang Xu's "demeanor" of "loving the people like a son" on the street, she admired Fang Xu's good life.