Narcissus wants to go to the carp, and there are many red tears in the night of hibiscus.

In the inn, two white-faced and black-hearted guys conspired to calculate, and in the green building, a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks parted.

As Xu Xian said, the gold and silver on his body were not enough for him to redeem Lin Hongyao, nor was it enough for him to live in Caiyi Pavilion and live with Lin Hongyao every day.

So, most of the time, the two can't see each other.

Now, the night is warm, the sky is bright in the blink of an eye, and a light rain last night has added a bit of haze to today's parting.

Lin Hongyao sent Xu Xian to the door of Caiyi Pavilion, and watched Xu Xian walk towards the drizzle with an oil-paper umbrella from afar, the picture was like an ink painting, frozen in her mind, and became a permanent memory.

Somehow, she had the illusion that this separation had become a farewell!

She didn't know where this feeling came from, and she didn't know why this feeling was fleeting, but this feeling that only existed for a moment made her already depressed heart even more sad.

After saying goodbye to Lin Hongyao, Xu Xian held an oil-paper umbrella and walked towards the demonic inn.

Although the name of the inn is a bit strange, as the largest inn in Hangzhou, the Demon Inn definitely has the capital to match its status.

For example, a prime location, covering an extremely wide area, is an independent courtyard, and is not subject to the jurisdiction of the government.

The same prime location, Caiyi Pavilion and the demonic spirit are not far away, turned two streets, and walked through an alley, Xu Xian can already see the portal of the inn from afar.

And just when Xu Xian had just walked out of an alley, about to walk to the end of the street and return to the inn, a person who came towards him suddenly caught his attention.

A monk.

A monk with a white face and a peaceful demeanor, the whole person seems to be shrouded in a layer of Buddha light, wearing plain white monk clothes, but giving people a feeling of a golden body in the temple.

Of course, what attracted Xu Xian's attention was not only the appearance of this monk, although the appearance of this monk would definitely attract countless rich people with special hobbies to compete for it.

The reason why Xu Xian noticed this monk was because the monk was walking in the drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, and the plain white monk's clothes were not stained with any rain stains.

You know, in the introduction just now, there is no mention of the monk holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

A monk who doesn't hold an umbrella in the drizzle, but the rain doesn't fall on his body, and he doesn't even leave mud stains on his feet.

Even if you are a fool, you only need to look at it to see that this monk is not simple.

This is definitely a monk with Taoism!

"Amitabha, this benefactor, you have a reason!"

"Amitabha, little master, it's reasonable!"

Although he had a bit of a quarrel with his sister and brother-in-law, it is undeniable that Xu Xian has been influenced a lot by his sister in this life.

Especially in front of him, although the little monk in front of him looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, he revealed mysteries everywhere, which made Xu Xian's basic favorability increase by sixty.

Well, generally speaking, it's the kind that can be pulled home directly.

The two saluted each other, and the 'little monk' raised his head to look at Xu Xian, but couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Little Master, is there any problem?"

Seeing the little monk's face, Xu Xian was stunned for a moment and couldn't help asking.

"Strange, really strange!"

The little monk did not answer Xu Xian's question, but muttered a few words in a low voice.

This moment made Xu Xian's heart feel like a cat scratching.

He can see that this little monk has real skills, just ask a normal person, if you meet a monk with real skills after seeing you, you can't help frowning, and your mouth is strange, what will you think in your heart?

Therefore, without waiting for the little monk to speak the truth, Xu Xian couldn't help the restlessness in his heart.

Hearing Xu Xian's question, the little monk frowned again and pondered for a while, and then spoke with a little strangeness.

"I just looked at the face of the donor, and it was obviously a rich and noble, and I often met the faces of nobles.

Today, the donor is even more prosperous, and there is a windfall from heaven.

It's just that, the strange thing is that fortune rarely rises and falls suddenly, and it is generally relatively slow.

But regardless of the benefactor's fortune, today's lucky stars are shining, everything is going well, and there is a windfall from heaven, but for some reason, tomorrow's good luck will suddenly disappear. ”

As he spoke, the little monk shook his head in confusion, as if he was puzzled.

"Little Master, are you saying that I have excellent luck today, and there will be a windfall from heaven?"

The next tomorrow this kind of good luck will suddenly disappear, Xu Xian didn't care at all, he instantly grabbed the words of today's windfall.

Hearing this, the little monk nodded, still a little puzzled, "However, I don't understand why this kind of good fortune will suddenly disappear tomorrow." ”

Xu Xian didn't care about his doubts, but asked again, "Little Master, are you sure that I will have a windfall today?"

When you were worried about money, someone suddenly told you that you would have a windfall today, and this kind of thing would be unbearable for anyone, and Xu Xian was naturally no exception.

Facing Xu Xian's question, the little monk nodded seriously.

"The poor monk studied under the Zen master Fahai of Jinshan Temple, and the monks did not speak, so they were naturally able to take responsibility for their own words.

The face of the donor is sure to be a windfall from the sky, the lucky stars are shining, and the wealth is prosperous!"

That's it!

Hearing the little monk's affirmation, especially after hearing the little monk say that he was a disciple of Zen Master Fahai, Xu Xian secretly said in his heart.

Fahai's apprentice, how can he deceive people, this little master is so miraculous, and naturally he is extraordinary.

He said that he was prosperous today, and there was a windfall from heaven, so naturally there would be no fake.

"Thank you, little master!"

Xu Xian bowed to the little monk, took out a gold leaf from his arms and handed it to the little monk.

"Little Master, I accept your auspicious words, these intentions should be used as hexagram gold for you. ”

The little monk shook his head.

"The little monk is not a fortune-telling warlock who makes a living, so how can he collect any hexagram money. ”

As he spoke, the little monk shook his head, passed by Xu Xian, and walked into the alley behind Xu Xian.

After the little monk's figure disappeared, Xu Xian even heard words like 'strange, incomprehensible, go back and ask Master' from time to time in the alleys.

The sound grew softer and softer until it disappeared.

"This will be absolutely fine!"

The little monk didn't accept the hexagram money, and even after he walked away, he was still puzzled by his face, Xu Xian believed the little monk's comments to him even more!

Lucky stars shine brightly, wealth is prosperous, and there will be windfalls.

In this way, it is impossible to say that you can get enough money today to redeem yourself for the red medicine.

No!

Perhaps, in addition to the money to redeem himself for the red medicine, he can also make more money, and the wealth is today.

In this way, if there are really strange people coming to repay the favor on March 3 next year, it is impossible to say ......

Thinking of this, Xu Xian's eyes couldn't help but flash with two excited lights.