On the second day, Chen Niansheng thought about Yuanxing's hurried return last night, and led the servants carrying food to the small temple early in the morning.

Through the open temple door, Guojian saw that the monk was spreading a bag of miscellaneous grains in the courtyard, he squatted on the ground, picked up a grain of rice and millet, scattered the intact, and found out the moldy ones and threw them into the dustpan on the side, refusing to waste them at all.

As soon as Chen Niansheng approached, the edge line stood up and greeted him.

"Lord Chen is a good ......" Yuan Xing clasped his palms and saluted, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the servants behind him.

"Thinking that you shouldn't have much to eat, my father asked me to bring you some." Chen Niansheng smiled.

"Thank you, donor." Touched by the fate, and it was a gift, just was still worried about the future livelihood, this came in time for the rain, he stepped forward to take two bags from the servant's burden, weighed and weighed, this time the food is finally enough, and finally there is no need to go out again.

"This is ......" As soon as he was introduced to the door, Chen Niansheng saw a white-haired fox on the wall, with a rope tied to his belly, hanging on the wall like this. It may be that the fox, which was still as depressed as if it was dead at the sight of the living, came to its senses at this time, baring its teeth and scratching at the air with its four paws, but unfortunately its body was suspended in the air, and no matter how it posed viciously, it seemed stupid to others.

"A naughty little fellow, hang for a day and punish slightly." Yuan Xing has already carried the food to the house and put it away, and it is also a joy to come out to see this scene.

Chen Niansheng looked at the fox for a while, and didn't see anything special, but suddenly remembered the strangeness of this monk, his heart moved, and blurted out: "I'm afraid this isn't just a monster, right?" He was just talking, but the servants behind him retreated in terror.

Yuan Xing glanced at the white fox, then at the colorless servant, lowered his eyes and smiled lightly: "It's just a little beast that broke into here by mistake, and it will be released later." ”

"That's good, I'm leaving." Chen Niansheng snorted, since Yuanxing accepted the food, he could be considered to have completed the task, this place was the legendary ghost temple, and he didn't want to stay longer, so he took people out of the temple.

Yuanxing had the intention to keep people drinking water, but unfortunately there were no bowls to entertain people to drink water, so he could only send people out with apologies.

After sending the people away, Yuan Xing stared at the white fox who was showing a pitiful expression to himself for a while, this guy turned into a big monster last night to bluff himself, he was almost frightened, and the punishment for only hanging for a morning was a little light, so let's put it in the evening.

Thinking of this, he ignored it, squatted back on the ground, and concentrated on picking up the food. He's used to saving, and he can't eat the moldy ones, isn't there still one in good condition? It just takes a little more work. You should know that the donor has a grain of rice, which is as big as Mount Meru. The food that robbers give their lives to give is very precious.

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Perhaps because of its popularity, this ghost temple that people originally took a detour to see is now full of visitors.

Yuan Xing had just finished sorting the moldy grain, and there was movement at the door again, and he turned his head curiously, only to see a tall monk with a ring knife looking at the small temple curiously.

"Amitabha." Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly recited the Buddha's name to meet him, this monk was even taller than Yuan Xing, not wearing a robe, only a yellow monk's robe was clinging to the strong body, and the shoes and hem had been damaged in many places, full of dusty appearance.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Chaotian Temple Xuanwu, I have seen ......" The monk was also observing the fate with eyes like copper bells, and hesitated for a moment before he said: "This junior brother." ”

"Yuan Xing has seen Senior Brother Xuanwu." Yuanxing is also a joint palm salute to introduce people to small temples.

As soon as he entered the door, Xuan Wu suddenly held the hilt of the knife in his hand, his eyes stared at the white fox hanging on the wall, and only let go after a while, and snorted softly: "A little demon who is not a weapon, caught by the junior brother?" ”

"It's just a mistake to break into this place, and a little punishment will be given." Yuan Xing's eyelids jumped, and in an instant, the aura emanating from the other party's body was extremely powerful, definitely above the innate level, more than a step stronger than the previous Sang Mengyu.

If you meet a cultivator in this remote town, you can only say that the water in this world is very deep. Thinking of this, he made up his mind to keep a low profile.

"Yes." Xuanwu nodded, then he no longer cared about the fox that was trembling with fright, put the burden by the door, and said to Yuan Xing with a smile: "The poor monk once passed by here, it was still a deserted temple, I don't want it to be less than a year, and the junior brother has repaired it." I'm tired all the way, I don't know if I can place an order here for a few days? ”

"This ......" Yuan Xing hesitated for a moment before nodding and agreeing: "There is no way to do it, senior brother will stay." "He is not a stingy person, and he is not afraid that the conditions are simple and snub others, where can the monks pay so much attention to outside?

Since the Dharma entered the realm, his perception has become extremely sensitive, and the monk in front of him always gives him a strange feeling, so he secretly looked at it with his eyes, but except for the extremely strong qi and blood, he didn't find anything else. I don't know what the purpose of such a big master is to stay here, it can't be really tired of the road and take a break, right?

But after thinking about it, I was relieved. He has nothing to do with this world, even if people have other reasons to stay in this town, they will not come to deal with him, as long as he doesn't do bad things, what should he do?

Besides, it is good to have such a big master in person, and it is good to be able to ask for advice.

Seeing that he agreed, Xuanwu smiled even more, put down the ring knife, cleaned his hands with the water in the stone trough in the courtyard, and walked into the main hall by himself.

Seeing the statue of the Bodhisattva with a missing arm on it, his brows furrowed, and he turned his head to glance at Yuanxing, but he didn't say anything, only sighed, and respectfully bowed to the incense.

Yuan Xing also bowed, and noticed the other party's dissatisfaction with him, but there was a confusion in his heart, this clay statue should have been the first to wish to be repaired, but he patronized the repair of the roof and the wall, and indeed seemed contemptuous to the Bodhisattva.

This small temple has only two houses, worshiped the Bodhisattva, Xuanwu carried his luggage, and entered the side room under the guidance of Yuanxing.

The house was divided into two rooms, and the first thing you could see was two bags stacked together and an earthen stove. Turning into the back room, it was even more empty, except for a low broken table, a mass of bedding rolled up by the wall, and not even a bed.

Xuan Wu glanced at it and placed his luggage next to the other wall, but he didn't show any disgust.

Yuan Xing glanced at the sky, it was almost time to cook.

At this time, he was a real poor monk, and the only thing that could be used in the temple was a clay pot and a broken bowl with two notches, and even the chopsticks were only replaced by branches, so he couldn't entertain people, so he confessed and went to the town with the money bag in his arms.

I used the last bit of copper money to buy bowls, chopsticks and salt, and on the way back, I picked up a few handfuls of wild vegetables before hurrying back to the temple.

Maybe he was really tired, but when he came back, Xuanwu was sitting in the room pranayama, and Yuan Xing didn't dare to disturb, so he tiptoed out and began to prepare lunch.

Looking at the grain drying in the courtyard, he hesitated, but he was still embarrassed to let the guests eat this spoiled food for the first meal, and steamed the dry rice with the rice sent by Chen Niansheng in the morning, and it didn't take long for the aroma of the rice to emanate.

Yuan Xing couldn't help swallowing his saliva, these days he either eats multigrain porridge, or lives by begging, even if the bread and steamed buns are delicious, they are cold, but he hasn't eaten hot dry rice for many days.

He laughed at himself when the rice was steamed, took the clay pot out of the iron pot, added new water, and waited for the water to boil before he could fast.

Xuan Wu had already walked out of the house, leaned aside and looked at it with a smile, and asked while he was adding firewood: "I see that the kung fu of Senior Brother Yuanxing is not weak, and he is close to innate, I don't know which treasure temple to practice in?" ”

"Tianzenji." Yuan Xing replied with a smile, his hands kept moving; "A small temple in the barren mountains and mountains, I haven't heard of it."

Xuanwu thought about it carefully, I really hadn't heard of this name in the cultivation world, he was slightly stunned, and looked at the origin of the line again, the eyesight of the innate master is naturally extraordinary, the monk in front of him is full of blood and divine light, obviously only one step away from the congenital, and the age of the bone is less than thirty years old, there are many people in the cultivation world who have entered the realm like this, but without exception they are all from famous schools, but they only reported an unfamiliar temple name, I don't know if they are deliberately concealing it or really talented, Can the barren mountains and wild temples also cultivate this kind of genius? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look surprised.

At this time, the water was already boiling, Yuan Xing didn't pay attention to his strange appearance, poured the washed wild vegetables into the pot and blanched them, and took them out again to mix with salt.

Unlike one person who doesn't matter, since two people are fasting, the etiquette rules of Buddhism are indispensable, because eating is also a kind of practice. Each served a meal, the two monks sat upright, and after reciting, they ate silently, during which there was no conversation, and even the sound of the collision of dishes and chopsticks was very light......