"Host, it's time to go."

The sound of the system sounded.

Chu Feng nodded, raised his steps, and rose into the air lightly, stepping into the space-time tunnel like a leisurely stroll.

Suddenly, a fresh breeze blew from the east and swept across the lake, causing ripples.

The people are gone, but the beauty is still there.

Hu Erniang and Ah Qing glanced at each other, and their figures disappeared. Under the yellowish sunset, only a flat boat remains, floating on the surface of the lake, blending into the beautiful scenery, forming a harmonious picture.

……

I see how charming the West Lake is, and I expect the West Lake to see me like this.

Chu Feng, who was standing on the edge of the West Lake, borrowed the words of Xin Qiji, and softly admired the original style of the West Lake in the Song Dynasty, and at the same time did not forget to praise himself.

When it comes to West Lake, many people will think of Leifeng Tower, and then think of Bai Suzhen, Xu Xian, Fahai and others.

That's right, this is the world of the White Snake.

In the next period of time, Chu Feng will preach here.

Different from the previous rush for quick success and quick profit, this time Chu Feng decided to live by the West Lake and complete this preaching with a leisurely attitude.

For convenience, Chu Feng bought a house on the edge of the West Lake with 3,000 copper coins, with three in and three out. Think about the future generations, the villas on the edge of the West Lake are often hundreds of millions, and this price is simply the price of cabbage.

Standing on the roof of your house, you can see the beautiful West Lake. Monks should live in such a place.

In this way, after more than ten days, Chu Feng decided to go out for a walk.

Since ancient times, Taoist priests have never been otaku. In a year of disaster, a Taoist priest is not like a monk, who has surplus food at home and needs to go out to find food.

Since the residence was on the edge of the West Lake, Chu Feng didn't go far to enter the crowd, and in this era, a Taoist priest was not unusual. But a handsome Taoist priest who has beaten Pan An and Song Yu is different.

From time to time, there are ladies who play, stopping to look at it in the distance.

This time, Chu Feng paid attention to his willfulness, and did not deliberately cover up in other ways.

In the distance, there was a faint smoke in the green mountains, and Chu Feng couldn't help but walk over.

I thought it was a mountain road, and there should be fewer pedestrians, but there were more and more people on the road, and through the mouths of passers-by, Chu Feng also figured it out, now it is the Qingming season, and people are here to worship their ancestors.

Remember the original plot, at this time, Xu Xian and his sister Xu Jiaorong and brother-in-law Li Gongfu should come to worship their ancestors.

After walking forward for a while, Chu Feng's heart moved, and he looked to the east, and through the heavy trees, two men and a woman were descending the mountain.

The woman was twenty-five or sixteen years old, a little plump, dressed in blue and white floral clothes, carrying a basket, talking and laughing, and looking very happy.

One of the men, slightly older than the women, had big ears, and a faint smile appeared on his majestic face from time to time.

Another man, about 20 years old, male and female, very delicate, with a bookish air in his gestures, such a person, in this era of literary style, is very popular with women.

No, just when Chu Feng was watching, on the east side of the three of them, in the pavilion of about twenty steps, two ladies who looked pretty good, talking softly, their eyes swept over Xu Xian from time to time, the shyness of women in this era made them only able to do this step at most. When the three of them walked away, the two women looked away.

At this time, Chu Feng has come to the edge of the West Lake, no matter what era, the most scenic spots, the most important thing is to see the fortune telling.

Under the shade of the trees, lined up, Mai Shenxiang, God Operator, Tianji Gate...... It's messy, most of them are wearing Taoist robes, but none of them have cultivation.

However, these people have poisonous eyes, and they saw Chu Feng from a distance, and they showed an unkind look, and Chu Feng looked against the sky, which made them instinctively feel threatened.

Fortune telling, real skills are important, appearance is equally important, just imagine, a sharp-beaked monkey gills, a big mole on the face, a traitorous person, who sees it, instinctively will not like it.

Chu Feng's generation of masters, this subtle emotion, naturally can be easily perceived, of course he didn't care, his eyes swept over the crowd, looking for Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing who might be nearby.

This time, the mediators, Xiaoqing and Xu Xian are all candidates, and he has not yet been determined.

After watching for a while, there was no gain, and Chu Feng walked into the shade area where this group of ancient fortune tellers gathered.

Dozens of pairs of unkind eyes immediately swept over. Chu Feng didn't care, and continued to walk inside.

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded.

"This donor, Zhong Lingyuxiu, has a transcendent temperament, and has a relationship with my Buddha."

Chu Feng almost stumbled, this sentence is not the famous words of the Western Sect Master who forcibly pulled people, wouldn't he come to this world as well, this is equivalent to raising the simple task to the hell level at once.

Turning his head to look to the side, Chu Feng's heart sank, he was a monk dressed like a beggar, dirty, and he couldn't see his cultivation at all.

Such a person either cultivates to be higher than him, or has a secret treasure on his body to cover it.

"The master laughed, Poor Dao is a Taoist, and the so-called monk Dao is different, but if the master is willing to enter my Dao, Poor Dao can be recommended."

The group of fortune tellers wearing Taoist robes, with their own Taoist identities, coaxed: "Master, Poor Dao is the head of the Tianji Gate of Baiyun Mountain, and now he is walking in the rivers and lakes, and there is a lack of a boy." ”

"Monk, Poor Dao is the second generation disciple of the Qiantang Seven Stars Temple, and now I see that you have a fate with my Daomen, and I decided to cross you into the Dao."

"Monk, my Mai Shenxiang has not yet been passed on, now I see that your bones are strange, you are a unique cultivator, if you are willing to get started, I will only charge you ten copper coins."

……

Under the shade of the tree, a monk in tattered monk's robes, leaning against the tree, twitched the corners of his mouth and took out a broken fan from behind his back and slapped it a few times.

Chu Feng, who had been staring at him, moved in his heart and asked, "Is the master a Taoist monk of Lingyin Temple?" ”

The monk, who looked like a beggar, did not answer, but stretched out a dirty hand, scratched it in his arms a few times, grabbed out a thin lice and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and there was a crunchy sound coming out continuously.

The fortune tellers were suddenly disgusted, and they all moved their stalls twenty or thirty paces away.

Since then, there are only Chu Feng and the monk suspected of Jigong left in this area.

"When is the porridge going to eat? It is difficult to treat the leather bag. Such a body is so ignorant, it only reaches the belly when it enters the throat, and it is still hungry in the blink of an eye. Only the monk didn't care, and he had to drink three cups slowly. Winter is still hanging summer clothes, although the shape is ugly, the heart is not confused. ”

The monk who was suspected of Jigong shook his head and sang a cappella song.

Those who don't know think it's a crazy monk who has lost his nerves.

Chu Feng, who had completely confirmed the identity of this person, was awe-inspiring in his heart, if he guessed correctly, today is the day when Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian meet, what does Jigong mean by appearing here, escort.