Maoling-eup, soon arrived. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing the Maolingyi under construction everywhere, the Dajie monk was a little dumbfounded. He tried to stand up and take a closer look. In his heart, Yan Ming is an immortal. Now it was the closest he had ever come to an immortal.

But the wound on the leg and shoulder made Dajie grin for a long time, and he didn't get up.

"Don't bother with it, when you're ready, you'll see it clearly." Chengxin smiled.

"Chengxin, you take the big ring to the old mansion first. I'll go around the field. Yan Ming thought about flue-cured tobacco, corn and potatoes.

It is now the middle of July, and according to the solar calendar of later generations, it is already close to September, and it is almost time for harvest.

During this period of time, after Yan Ming was busy with work, not only did Hongyantang's affairs take care of less, but even the affairs in the field were completely handed over to Nameless.

Thanks to Nameless and Yellow Widow's good care, the land has grown lush crops. The corn is already more than a person tall, especially the huge bud cobs, which look extremely eye-catching.

Nameless knew that the food in Hou Ye's heart at this time was very well cared for, and no one was allowed to approach half a step. I don't know what to look at the potatoes. The little purple flowers are pretty beautiful, but they don't bear fruit. For this matter, Nameless also specially asked Yan Ming, and he was relieved to learn that the fruit of the potatoes was in the ground.

The most gratifying thing is the flue-cured tobacco, which has grown a lot of tobacco leaves, and it can be harvested in autumn.

Yan Ming walked around, and Nameless followed him in a circle.

"This flue-cured tobacco can be collected!" Yan Ming looked at the green land and said softly.

However, before collecting flue-cured tobacco, a tower of flue-cured tobacco must be built. Yan Ming thought of the flue-cured tobacco tower and immediately turned over and walked back. Later, the yellow widow came out of the cornfield, walked up to Nameless, and said, "The little marquis is smart, but sometimes he is a god. ”

"You know a fart, just do your job." Nameless's voice was a little rough, and he couldn't tolerate anyone who was disrespectful to Yan Ming. In Nameless's heart, Yan Ming is not the Hou Ye, not the master, but his savior.

"Cut! Every time you say Little Marquis, you look like this. But I just like you like that, thank you. The yellow widow laughed and writhed her plump fart. strands, the coarse cloth Luo skirt is slightly thin, wrapping her more delicately.

"Smack!" Nameless reached out and slapped her buttocks, and the frightened Yellow Widow jumped, scolding with a slurred smile, but Nameless laughed out loud.

Two days later, Dajie was barely able to move.

In the past two days, Dajie has lived in the Yan family's old mansion. Early in the morning, Yan Ming came to the old mansion, and he wanted to make a break with Dajie.

After all, this person can't always hang like this, and there are some problems that must be faced after all.

The reason why Yan Ming saved Dajie repeatedly was also to find a breakthrough from Dajie. It's a pity that through the observation of the past few days, Yan Ming found that this organization is extremely tight, and it seems that people like Dajie are not the core figures. There is no clue at all.

"Yan Hou!" Seeing Yan Ming, Dajie arched his hand and stood up respectfully.

Yan Ming waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's really not easy to let the great monk provide Yan with a gift!" ”

"Hou Ye smiled." Dajie spoke a little weakly, which made his whole person seem quiet.

"Can you tell me where you came from?" Yan Ming asked straight to the point, his eyes staring directly at Dajie, and he didn't evade it at all.

Dajie was slightly stunned, sighed and said: "Hou Ye saved me three times, if I still can't believe Hou Ye, then it is also a wolf's heart!" ”

Dajie was originally from the Central Plains, and later went to Fanbang Hudi in the Western Regions with his parents to do business. Unexpectedly, there was a plague in Hudi, and Dajie's parents died one after another. The young Dajie was thrown in Hudi Fanbang and could only wait for death.

Just when he was losing hope and about to die, an old monk rescued him and took him farther to the west, where there were spacious temples with various Buddha statues.

The old monk can speak Chinese, can also speak several Hu languages, and can also write the means of kung fu, he handed these over to Dajie. And let the Great Vow worship the Buddha every day, saying that he will be able to enter the Elysian World in the future.

The simple Great Precept, who thinks that when he enters the Elysian World, he can see his parents, who worship the Buddha with their hearts every day, and practice Kung Fu diligently.

But the death of the old monk made the great precept understand that the Western Elysium in the mouth of the monk is just an imaginary holy place after death. If you ask for immortals, if you want to see your parents, you need more powerful immortal seekers to find them.

So, after keeping the spirit of the master for three years, Dajie left the temple run by the master. With his proficiency in multiple languages, he groped his way towards the Han Dynasty. In Dajie's heart, he was always a Han Dynasty man.

It's a pity that on the way back, he met 'them'. This group of people all speak of sinicization, and occasionally a few speak of a Hu accent. They all have a common goal, which is to become immortals.

They call themselves the Demon Gate, and they call their leader the Son of the Demon Gate. Their slogan is also, if you don't become an immortal, you will become a demon.

Sometimes, Dajie thinks they're crazy. Years of studying Buddhism have made Dajie very afraid of killing and the like, but they are not afraid of it, and they gradually alienate Dajie because Dajie is unwilling to kill many times.

Among this group of people, Dajie gradually became a follower, a dispensable follower.

If it weren't for the sake of becoming immortals, the Great Ring would have left them a long time ago.

Listening to the Great Commandment, Yan Ming frowned slightly. Although he knew that this group of people was called the Demon Gate, and although he knew that most of them were Han Chinese, Yan Ming still couldn't think of any useful information.

The Great Ring is just an abandoned son of them, and even those who fight with the Great Ring may be an outcast.

"Now, do you still believe that I am an immortal?" Yan Ming asked with a smile.

"Master Hou, the Great Ring can't be sure." Dajie replied truthfully.

"If I'm really an immortal and know immortal arts, do I still need someone to sneak up on you from behind? Wouldn't you kill them all at once? Yan Ming smiled.

Dajie tilted his head, thought for a while, and said, "What Master Hou said makes sense. But since Hou Ye doesn't know immortal arts, why do these people still embarrass Hou Ye? ”

"For hope!" Yan Ming sighed, such a thing as asking for longevity, it was for hope, and it was for false prosperity.

"If I am an immortal, I can save you with a single movement of my fingers, so why bother." Yan Ming sighed and said, "Great Commandment, if you want, you can stay, but you can believe in your Buddha, but you can't believe in that person!" Yan Ming said.

"Everything is up to Master Hou!" Dajie hugged his fist and saved his life three times, so that Dajie chose to trust Yan Ming.