"You ...... You're mad at me, drink!" Falling Twilight blushed and drank silently.

Everyone stopped ridiculing him, and after the atmosphere eased slightly, Yu Lie restrained his smile, "Brother Luo, don't sulk, it's okay if Chen Fan is not here, now that all of us are here, just talk about cooperation with the Chen family, this is not sloppy." ”

When the heads of the family heard Yu Lie's words, they put down their wine glasses, and their expressions became serious.

Luo Duqiu knocked on the table with her hand and said briskly: "We have nothing to talk about when we settle down, Taiweng has already spoken, four words, honest cooperation." ”

"That's what Mr. Pu meant. ”

"Our Bi family also unanimously approved. ”

"Our Liu family has no reason to refuse. ”

"The trend of the times, win-win cooperation. ”

"I have checked the development of the Chen family in the past two months, and it has a great future. ”

The heads of the families were celebrating, but none of the elders of the clan showed up, and Chen Fan and Sun Shangmei were immersed in the atmosphere of food, beauty, and joy.

The priests, dressed in ancient clothes, were still chanting words on the high altar and praying to the moon in the sky.

The ritual of blessing from the moon god begins at the middle of the moon, and the Drawing of the Knife Festival will be the climax of the normal event.

Time slipped away little by little in the atmosphere of the wonderful dinner.

No one noticed that on a lonely peak in the distance of Sun Moon Lake, a trumpet monk wearing a crimson monk's robe sat cross-legged on a stone, with a charitable face, motionless, the old monk held a string of black altar beads, and his fingers like bamboo knots twisted the Buddha beads, one by one, one by one.

The lone peak was very high, and the blowing wind was mixed with frost and snow, dyeing the old monk's eyebrows white, and gradually rising to the moon in the sky, shining on his Gujing Wubo's face, but his movement of twisting the Buddha beads became much faster.

Suddenly, a bleak, tactful, melodious erhu sound came from behind the old monk, at the beginning, the erhu sound was low, long, but gradually, the erhu sound became high-pitched, sharp, a song that everyone is familiar with "Erquan Reflecting the Moon", as if the iron horse soldiers, full of solemn atmosphere.

In a tree in front of the old monk, a jackdaw hissed and flew up from the treetops, but it didn't fly out a few feet, so its wings flapped a few times, and it planted an abyss.

In front of and behind the old monk, the frost and snow on the ground flew, and under the moonlight, the flying snow floated like silver light, gradually condensing into a figure, which just took shape, and suddenly turned into a crescent-shaped weapon, like the old monk's neck erased.

The old monk with closed eyes suddenly opened his eyes, and there was no superfluous movement, and with a wave of his hand, the crescent moon weapon turned by the frost and snow was scattered into a pile of frost and snow again.

At the same time, the desolate erhu sound came to an abrupt end, and under the moonlight, a man wearing a black long robe, a black long hat, and sunglasses slowly appeared, holding an ordinary erhu in his left hand and a bamboo stick in his right hand, knocking back and forth on the ground, as if he was exploring the way, and his back was carrying a pure black cloth bag, which was wrapped with something as long as a coffin board, which seemed to be a very long guqin.

The old monk just opened his eyes, sat cross-legged and never moved, and the black-clothed blind man was also silent, sitting across the old monk, the bamboo stick was placed on his lap and held the erhu with one hand, and the other hand was swiped up and down on the Hu string, under the moonlight, the two fingers of the black-clothed blind man were particularly slender, twice as long as ordinary people, especially the nails of the three fingers of the right hand, which were as sharp as a blade, very penetrating, but the little finger of his right hand was missing half of it, leaving only a little bit.

"I didn't expect that the person who took over the task of Shifang Temple was actually the Nine-Fingered Qin Demon, and I knew that it was Mr. who made the move, and the old monk didn't have to go down the snow mountain to go on this trip. The old monk stopped twisting the beads, his eyebrows stained with frost and snow jumped slightly, and his Buddha sleeves moved, and there were two cups of hot tea in front of him.

The black-clothed blind man gently picked up the teacup, brought it to his mouth and smelled it, his nose moved slightly, and his slender fingers put down the teacup, "I smelled the taste of Laba porridge from the tea of King Pulun Daming, well, this year's Laba porridge of the Yuyi tribe seems to taste a little different." ”

The monk took a sip of tea elegantly, "I didn't expect you, who killed people without blinking, to be interested in a bowl of laba porridge, so it's okay, how can a hungry person successfully complete the task?"

The black-clothed blind man finished adjusting Hu Xian, but he stretched out his hand inexplicably, "Take people's money, eliminate disasters for others, in the Yi clan, there are dozens of old immortals who are still alive, and if you want to get the Taiyan Treasure Book, it takes a lot of effort, King Daming, what about the Nine Heavenly Heart Lotus I want?"

The old monk's action of drinking tea was slow, "Don't hide it from Your Excellency, the poor monk was guided by the big host last night to find out some reasons, and he was in a hurry when he went down the snow mountain, and he didn't get the Nine Heavenly Heart Lotus from the big host!"

"Huh?"

As soon as the old monk's words fell, he saw the black-clothed blind man's fingers plucking the strings, the frost and snow floating on the ground, and the true qi became a killing rhythm.

"You bald donkey, are you playing tricks on the old man? Without the Nine Tricks Heavenly Heart Lotus, how can the old man break his fingers and continue to connect? Back then, the old man Nengyin killed the Taoist priest of the Xuanmen, and he also didn't mind killing one more monk!"

Pulun's horn monk's robe moved slightly, and he said with a smile: "Your Excellency doesn't need to be angry, although the poor monk doesn't have the Nine Heavenly Heart Lotus on his body now, but the poor monk knows that there is a Nine Heavenly Heart Lotus somewhere, calculate the time, it's almost mature, and the old monk will get it for you." ”

"Pulun, are you kidding? Except for the land of the Great Snow Mountain, where can you grow the Nine Heavenly Heart Lotus?"

The hand of the blind man in black was still outstretched.

"Twenty years ago, someone mistakenly broke into the Snow Mountain, took away a nine-trick Tianxin lotus, the poor monk has not been pursued for ten years, think about now, the Ma clan, has forgotten, the poor monk rushed overnight, hoping that when the poor monk returns, Your Excellency has already got what the temple wants. ”

Pullon stood up, the frost and snow on his body naturally fell off, only to see that the horn turned an ancient prayer cylinder in his hand, and the whole person disappeared on the mountain peak, in the snow, leaving no footprints.

The black-clothed blind man touched the frost and snow with a wooden stick for a while, and muttered to himself, "Purun, a bald donkey, has the Dharma advanced so much?"

Then, there was a sound of erhu, and the blind man in black also disappeared into the mountain, leaving only two cups of hot tea, indicating that there had been people here.

The semi-circular moonlight was shining on the altar of Sun Moon Lake, and the ancient priest had finished reciting the long and tired ancient words, and Elder Liu Pu, who appeared last night, was wearing a cloak printed with the pattern of the sun and the moon, and gradually walked up to the altar.

When she rang the ancient bell, all the people below put down their movements, and the scene instantly fell silent.

Sun Shangmei, who was secretly holding hands and dancing around the bonfire, took a deep breath and looked at Chen Fan a little nervously.

"Brother Fan. ”

"Go ahead, it's your moment. ”

"Hmm. ”

Sun Shangmei nodded and walked towards the altar in the eyes of everyone.

(End of chapter)