Chapter 571: Fuzhou City

Woo woo...

A black wind blew and the smoke cleared, revealing an old man with a small round hat and a mustache.

The little old man was dressed in black, thin and thin, and when he saw the mouse corpse in Yan Shi's hand, he howled and cried: "Wife, you died so miserably!" ”

The old man cried twice, looked at Yan Shi with a fierce look in his eyes, and shouted, "I'll fight with you!" ”

"Uncle, I didn't mean to, I didn't know you were good monsters!" Yan Shi argued with the little old man while arguing.

Although the little old man can incarnate as a human, his cultivation is not high, and he doesn't look much stronger than ordinary people.

After arguing twice, and being pushed by Yan Shiyi, the little old man stumbled back a few steps, hit his head on the stone steps at the door, opened his mouth and stopped moving.

"Uncle, uncle?"

Looking at the little old man who turned into a mouse, Yan Shi's face changed for a while, and he muttered, "It's dead!" ”

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

A few big fat boys pounced on the rat spirit and cried, crying: "Dad, it's not good, grandpa was also beaten to death!" ”

Wang Xu: "..."

Woo woo...

A gust of demon wind blew, and there was a thin man with a panicked face, six gods and no owner.

Yan Shi was just about to speak, but Wang Xu, who had been sitting on the altar, moved, and raised his hand with a palm.

Rumble!!

Pale white palm prints flew out, and sturdy imprints on the lean man's chest, knocking him out of the mountain temple and turning him into a puddle of pus on the ground.

"What's the mess, stabbed the rat's nest?"

Wang Xu slapped three more palms and killed several little mice together, then he glanced at the shocked Yan Shi and said: "The revenge of killing my father must be avenged, since Liangzi has been settled, then there can only be a mistake in killing." ”

"I..."

Yan Shi wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't speak, and turned into a sigh: "Hey..."

Light a fire, barbecue, and have a hearty meal.

During the whole process, Yan Shi seemed very silent, but Wang Xu didn't pay attention to it at all, he should eat and drink, and only stopped after eating the whole roast chicken and half a rabbit.

After you have had enough to eat, it's almost time to go.

He glanced at Yan Shi, who was a little dull, and asked as he walked out, "What's the matter, unhappy?" ”

Yan Shi was speechless, and could only smile bitterly.

Wang Xu turned over and said with a smile: "Heaven descends into the world with all things, but there is one thing to repay the sky, there is nothing, gods, immortals, Buddhas, people, demons, demons, ghosts, monsters, all of them cannot be killed!" ”

"Drive!" Wang Xu hit the horse and left, and said loudly: "If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, the more you think about it, the softer the hand holding the sword, look ahead, go home and embroider!" ”

Yan Shi looked at Wang Xu's back as he hit his horse and left, his eyes slowly became firm, and he said loudly: "My lord, wait for me!" ”

Fuzhou City...

As one of the 36 states in the world, Fuzhou City, the provincial capital of Fuzhou, will certainly not be a desolate place.

A canal barricades the city, dividing the city of Fuzhou into two cities, north and south.

Building boats, painting boats, passenger boats, fishing boats, the stars are all over the Fuzhou River, in the evening, the river is brightly lit, and the girl in cool clothes stands on it, one by one is particularly polite, no matter who you see, you are called uncle.

Riding a tall horse, Wang Xu crossed the Furong Bridge.

Before people reached the bridge bank, the sound of reading aloud came to their faces, and when they looked up, it turned out that on the other side of the bridge was a academy, and many seventeen or eighteen-year-old scholars were studying hard with a white-clothed teacher.

Cross the bridge and face a night market street, mainly for night snacks.

Wontons, pancakes, soy milk, glutinous rice balls, noodles, claypot rice, and everything you need.

On the Fuzhou River, the porters who had been loading and unloading for a day sat in front of the wonton stall in twos and threes, asking for a bowl of wontons and two baked cakes, chatting with each other about who earned more today.

ushered in the send-off, some decent people shaking folding fans, or reading people in robes, avoided the small stalls where these rude people went, and then turned their feet and went straight to the green building.

Vulgar, vulgar.

Ya, Ya.

A street seems to be divided into two worlds, listening, reading, shouting, calling, arguing, laughing and scolding, three teachings and nine streams, the sound of the ear.

In a word, it is said: "Elegance and vulgarity are appreciated." ”

"My lord, it's so lively here!" Yan Shi walked in front of Wang Xu to lead the horse, looking at the flower-filled Fuzhou City, he had the illusion of looking at the dazzling eyes.

Wang Xu nodded slightly, no matter how chaotic the situation below is, the town is under the control of the imperial court.

As the capital of a state, Fuzhou City is difficult to shake its prosperity unless it changes dynasties or encounters natural disasters.

Even demons and monsters can't avoid this kind of place, and when they come in, they have to be demons with their tails between them, otherwise they will definitely not survive.

"Amitabha, the poor monks should give porridge outside the city, if it is convenient, please also make good connections."

An old monk walked in front of him, holding a gray bowl in his hand, with patches on his clothes, with six little apprentices, who smiled when he saw people.

If you have something convenient at hand, you can give a handout, and if you don't want to give it, you wave your hand, and the old monk will not be entangled.

Soon, the old monk took his apprentice and walked in front of Wang Xu.

Seeing Wang Xu riding a high-headed horse, and Yan Shi, who was suspected of being a servant, was in charge of leading the horse, the old monk hurriedly spoke: "Amitabha, poor monk..."

"Someone fell overboard, someone fell overboard!"

Before the old monk could finish speaking, suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd, and it sounded as if someone had fallen into the water.

"Master, someone has fallen into the water!" The little apprentice pulled the old monk's robe, pointed to the front and whispered.

As soon as the old monk grabbed the gray bowl, he no longer asked Wang Xu for charity, and said in a loud voice: "Go and save people." ”

Wang Xu looked back and found that the location of the fall into the water was next to the academy.

On the second floor of the academy, many scholars huddled together and shouted something, sounding as if the person who fell into the water was their classmate.

"Let's take a look, too." Wang Xu turned over and dismounted, and took Yan Shi up.

When I got to the river, I saw that the scholar who had fallen into the water had been rescued, and the old monk was treating him.

"Ahem, ahem..."

After spitting a few mouthfuls of water, the scholar slowly woke up and looked around weakly.

The old monk checked his pulse and said in a condensed voice: "Scholar, why can't you think about it so much?" ”

"No, I was reading upstairs, and suddenly I heard someone call me, and when I took the probe and looked at it, I was dragged down." The scholar was frightened, and his face looked very pale.

When the old monk heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at the location of the academy.

The academy is on the second floor, and from here, you have to look up at least four meters from the window.

In such a high position, how could someone drag him down, unless it was not the person who dragged him at all.

Sniffing his nose slightly, the old monk looked around, because the academy was next to the Fuzhou River, and the smell of water was very strong, and he didn't notice anything wrong when he sniffed it.

"Master, how's it going?" The little apprentice came up and asked the old monk.

The old monk shook his head slightly, took out a peace charm from his arms, and said: "Donor, you keep this peace charm, try not to go out in the past few days, and don't go to a place near the water when you go out." ”

"Master, did I encounter something dirty?" The scholar himself was frightened, and he was even more frightened when he saw the old monk's movements.

The old monk hesitated slightly, and said softly: "It's hard to say, if you encounter something strange, you can come to the Qingjing Temple in the north of the city to find me, the poor monk Qingjing Temple presided over Monk Moyun." ”

"It's actually Moyun Zen Master, it's amazing, I heard that Moyun Zen Master was born in Xiangguo Temple, and he is a famous monk."

"I know about Qingjing Temple, I heard that the incense is very spiritual, and I must go to worship when I have time."

The people around were talking, Wang Xu hid among everyone, looked at the Baiyun monk who was not sad or happy, and secretly thought: "Moyun Zen Master, Xiangguo Temple!" ”

The thought flashed, Wang Xu looked at the scholar who fell into the water again, and always felt that today's matter was not over.

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