Huo Roufeng thought of Huo Jiang.

She has always been very curious about Huo Jiang.

Huo Jiang and her father Huo Peiran, one north and one south, one is a famous champion, and the other is a wealthy businessman known as the God of Wealth in Jiangnan.

Although both of them are surnamed Huo, the former is the Huo family in Longxi, which began in the scholarly family of the previous dynasty; The latter is the Huo family in Hangzhou, from a small trader to a big businessman, until a few years ago, no one among the children was admitted to Xiucai.

These two people are like two parallel lines, each with its own direction, each with its own life, and the north and the south have different paths, and they will never intersect.

Then in Luoyang City more than ten years ago, Huo Peiran, a wealthy businessman from Hangzhou, brought back two children, one of whom was Huo Jiang's daughter.

Huo Peiran spent more than 100,000 taels of silver to raise Huo Jiang's daughter in Wuxi Wanhua Temple, and later the girl recognized her ancestors and returned to her ancestors, but the outside world said that Huo Jiang raised her daughter in Wanhua Temple.

Thinking of this, Huo Roufeng wrinkled her nose.

Huo Jiuye may not know what she can buy with a dozen taels of silver, but she knows that she knows that a hundred thousand taels of silver is equivalent to being exploited by the imperial court again.

This silver is enough for an army of 50,000 to eat for a month, and in this month, a city may be recovered.

In other words, Master Huo raised his daughter for Huo Jiang with the silver of a city, but instead of thanking her, no one mentioned it.

Huo Jiuye thought that things were so simple and rude, she used the most concise and clear way to connect this matter with Jiangshan Sheji, and came to the conclusion that she was very angry!

So although Huo Roufeng had never seen Huo Jiang, he had no good impression of this talented former elder.

Huo Jiang has a long figure, delicate eyebrows, and a strong bookish atmosphere between his eyebrows, if it weren't for his expression being too wooden, he would have a bit of an independent temperament.

Huo Roufeng couldn't help but look at him a few more times, she couldn't help but think that Huo Jiang was good-looking among his uncles, and his children were also good-looking, but they didn't look like him.

Huo Qingzhou has a pair of peach blossom eyes, and he has a lying silkworm when he laughs, although he does not have a bright and transparent eye, but his eyes are full of waves, if he is not dressed up sullenly, it will also have a unique charm.

Huo Sijin is melon seed face with a pointed chin, willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes, cherry mouth, and a slender waist figure, like a weak willow breeze, I feel pity.

It's just that neither of their brothers and sisters has inherited Huo Jiang's appearance, but the father and son are all good-looking.

One of Huo Jiuye's favorite words in his life is good-looking, and the other word is beautiful, in short, people who are not good-looking, whether they are men, women, or children, Huo Jiuye does not look at them, so as not to have spicy eyes.

Huo Roufeng gave the abbot a salute, and respectfully explained her intention, she wanted to ask the old Zen master who lived in the back mountain to consecrate her.

Master Abbot smiled and asked pleasantly: "Master Huo Shi, Uncle Ancestor and his old man have long been unconcerned about mundane matters, besides, Lao Qu has only seen Uncle Shi five times since he was a child, and it has been fifteen years since he last saw Uncle Shizu. If Huo Shi is not in a hurry, you can leave the objects to be consecrated in the temple, and wait until the next time the old man can see his uncle and ancestor, ask his old man to open the light for Huo Shi, Huo Shi, you see it? ”

Huo Roufeng tilted her head, her mouth open enough to fit an egg.

My God, the last time the abbot master saw that uncle and ancestor, it was fifteen years ago, Huo Roufeng pinched his fingers, the ninth master is less than twelve years old this year, and he is still eleven years old, that is to say, the ninth master was not born at that time, and Zhanhuai had just been born.

According to the abbot master, if you want to ask your uncle to open the light, it is far away.

Huo Jiuye is like a deflated pi bow, without energy.

However, Huo Jiuye had already prepared, and when her hand just fell down, she immediately raised it again, touched the silver ticket in her arms, and said to the abbot: "Master, do you think if I reshape the golden body of the Buddha and Bodhisattva in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, your senior uncle and ancestor, will his old man come out to see the excitement?" ”

Huo Jiuye would not take out the silver directly, in case Master Fang accepted the silver, but said it again with the excuse of prevarication, then wouldn't these silver be floating in the water?

Huo Jiuye's silver was not blown by the wind.

Master Abbot still had that subtle and tranquil look on his face, and he said: "Master Huo Shi is too worried, Uncle Huo has long stopped asking about Hongchen, even if Lord Huo Shi reshapes the golden body for the small temple, he may not look at it." ”

Huo Jiuye patted his heart, fortunately he didn't take out the silver, otherwise she would have put it away at this time, or wouldn't have it.

Huo Roufeng knew that the abbot master was probably really unable to help, and the monks didn't say anything, since he said that he hadn't seen his uncle for fifteen years, it was true eight or nine times out of ten.

Huo Roufeng sighed and said to Master Abbot: "Since that's the case, then Master Abbot, you can consecrate me, okay?" ”

In the morning sun, the white and chubby child flashed his big eyes and pleaded pitifully, "Okay?" ”

Huo Jiang, who was sitting on the side and had been silent, suddenly spoke: "Fifteen years ago, I had a chance to see Master Yuantong, Master Yuantong is a master outside the world, and you can't see it unless you have a fate, but if you don't try, how do you know if there is a fate, I have a puzzled thing, I want to ask Master Yuantong for guidance, Master Abbot, do you think it's good for me to take this little boy to the back mountain to seek fate?" ”

Huo Roufeng was stunned, Huo Jiang was going to take her to the back mountain?

Although she didn't know how Huo Jiang met Master Yuantong fifteen years ago, since Huo Jiang said so, she thought that he had a bit of face in front of the abbot.

But why is he willing to take her to the back mountain?

Seven or eight thoughts swirled through Huo Roufeng's mind, but she quickly came to the conclusion that Huo Sijin must have something to do with it.

Thinking of this, she calmed down.

Huo Jiang owes Master Huo a favor, a favor of more than 100,000 taels of silver.

Without waiting for the abbot master to agree, Huo Roufeng shook his head to the ground: "Since that's the case, then Huo Jiu will thank Mr. Huo first." ”

She was talking about Mr. Huo, not Lord Huo or Master Huo.

This is a place outside the square, and it is more appropriate for her to call Mr. Huo.

Huo Jiang was slightly stunned: "The little boy knows that my surname is Huo? ”

When Huo Roufeng came in, the abbot master did not introduce the two of them, she inquired about the monk when she was outside, and only then did she know that Huo Jiang was inside.

She said without changing her face: "Mr. Huo is the champion of the past, his literary name is full of Jinghua, Huo Jiu is not talented, and he has long wanted to lead Mr. Huo's style." ”

Huo Jiang obviously didn't expect that Huo Jiu not only recognized him at a glance, but also didn't expect that Huo Cai had admired him for a long time, and it was rumored that Huo Jiu didn't learn anything, and he didn't even enter the academy, and he wandered around with the same group of merchant children all day long.