The sun is shining and carrying a fresh breath, a June rain washes away the city, everything is so clean, Fengshenxiu changed into a clean white Confucian shirt after a day of training, and began to walk around this otherworldly street.

Xilai people on the street passers-by are all happy, shouting constantly, "barbecue, the freshest Feng's barbecue," the roasted golden chicken fillet fragrance is attractive, causing pedestrians to look back, Feng Shenxiu smelled the wonderful fragrance and turned his head, and said to the barbecue uncle: "Uncle, give me two pieces of chicken tenderloin," and at the same time took out a silver ticket from his pocket and handed it to the middle-aged uncle next to him.

Eating delicious barbecue, Feng Shenxiu was nostalgic for watching the scenery of another world on the street, and the bamboo sticks in his hands were pointing and pointing at all kinds of new things on the street, "Baked cakes, Chengdong Wu Dalang baked cakes, absolutely pure taste," A short middle-aged man carried a bamboo frame, which was full of fragrant and attractive baked cakes.

Listening to Feng Shenxiu, he was surprised for a while, his eyes couldn't help but look at the middle-aged man who was shouting, and secretly thought in his heart, could it be that there are also colorful legends of Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian in this other world, hearing this, Feng Shenxiu couldn't help but feel a faint wave in his heart, and wanted to find out and see the face of the famous Sister Pan.

Feng Shenxiu was inevitably a little deserted in his heart, and walked towards Wu Dalang's baked cake stall, intending to understand and confirm that there is also a character of Pan Jinlian in the Kyushu continent, the heart of gossip burned and scorched the world, and said to an old woman standing next to Wu Dalang's baked cakes: "Auntie, do you know this middle-aged man who bought baked cakes? Can you tell the kid!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed to Wu Dalang, who was busy buying baked cakes.

The old woman glanced at Feng Shenxiu in surprise when she heard this, and did not speak, Feng Shenxiu, who was thoughtful and hollow in her hair, naturally knew what this meant, stretched out her left hand and took out a silver ticket from her pocket and stuffed it to the old woman: "Auntie, I'm sorry for you, please smile at this point!" Fengshenxiu, as a country where red envelopes and gifts were prevalent in ancient China, naturally understood what could move people's hearts the most.

Sure enough, the charm of money is incomparably powerful in that world country, and the old woman's expression immediately changed when she got the silver ticket, as if the person just now was not her, and leaned over and said: " The little brother is not a neighbor at a glance, otherwise he must know the name of the Wu family, this Wu Dalang is the eldest son of the Wu family in Xinling County, there should be a happy family, a life of glory and wealth, current affairs are so wonderful, the enemy came overnight, killed the earth, people died and died, leaving Wu Dalang to live in a foreign land, drifting alone, and I don't know where to learn the one-hand baking cake stunt, married a daughter-in-law like a flower, and lived a good life!"

The same protagonist of a similar story, so that Feng Shenxiu continued to explore, and when the mood was lost, there was no urge to ask the question, and he waved his hand to interrupt the old woman's chatter, Feng Shenxiu went towards the destination, a majestic and precipitous mountain stood in front of him, and Feng Shenxiu suddenly remembered the poem describing this mountain.

The mountain is high and the water is long and the solitary peak is long, and the pagoda in the middle of the mountain exists in the world

The monks are full of incense, and the swastika is in the air

The Daxiong Treasure Hall is smiling, and the light of the Buddha shines on the people of the world

The bluestone steps stretch for thousands of miles, the tourists come and go endlessly, the wind god shows the bluestone steps and walks slowly, carefully understands the vicissitudes of the history of the thousand-year-old temple, and rushes to the taste of the traces of the years.

Overlooking the Jile Temple, it is high on the lonely peak of the steep protrusion, facing off with the Jingdong Mountain across the river, looking at the Jile Temple like a phoenix spreading its wings, this ancient temple is hidden under a few vigorous ginkgo trees, it seems that the ancient vicissitudes are amazing, the wind god shows the grass and trees that penetrate the faint Buddha light, and there is a feeling of respect in the heart, and the weak heart that was originally left in the chest has quietly disappeared without a trace.

In the face of such an academic place, no one can be disrespected, Feng Shenxiu's eyes flashed and walked towards the temple gate, and then knocked on the door of the Kek Lok Temple, "dong, dong" The crisp muffled sound broke out far away, and after a while, the door was opened by a young monk with a young face to welcome in.

"Donor, please here, ten zhang away in front is a place for tourists to ask for a sign and play!" The little monk explained the various benefits of Jile Temple with a red face, and Feng Shenxiu smiled indifferently when he heard it: "Little master, this young man did not come to your temple to play and ask for a sign, but to discuss something with the host of your temple, and please let the little master pass it on his behalf." ”

There was a moment of embarrassment on the immature little face, and he said hesitantly: "This donor, I'm really embarrassed, my uncle and ancestor are busy with affairs and are in retreat and cultivation, and I don't see anyone during this time!

With a slight movement of his fingers, he took out a silver ticket from his pocket, took it out and handed it to the little monk who opened the door, and said with a bright smile on his face: "Troublesome little master, Ben Shao is grateful here." ”

"Well, okay, then you wait here, don't move around," the little monk left Feng Shenxiu and walked towards the center with a jump, Feng Shenxiu also looked at the scenery of Kek Lok Temple during this time, Qingshan was like a monk standing to keep the traffic, paying attention to all directions, ensuring the safety and defense of the temple.

The ground paved with bluestone slabs, the potholes are uneven, and the wind and rain of several years have carved them, and the bluestone slabs are full of mottled words of the years, telling the long history of the vicissitudes of life. Feng Shenxiu stood in place, waiting for the arrival of the little monk.

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Today, the atmosphere in Yangzhou City is solemn as if it is about to die, the Wen family, the Wang family and the Cheng family form a special scenery, Feng Dihao ponders the solution to the current situation alone in the study, Feng Dihao received a distress signal, the Wen family and other three formed an alliance to launch a crazy revenge, the spirit beast shop, Dan shop, and weapon shop are all blocked by madness.

As if another invisible net was intertwined in the air, ready to face off with the enemy and opponent at any time, Feng Dihao's face sank and he issued several orders to the air, trying to alleviate the situation of the Feng family at the moment, and the three major families formed a special alliance to destroy the existence of the scenery with all their might.

South Street is full of shops, that is the source of all the foreign resources of the Feng family, poor literature and wealth is the most obvious proof, a force wants to rise one must have countless foreign resources stimulus, if the loss of foreign resources means that the seventeen-story high-rise building has no foundation, there is a danger of overturning at any time.

Today, the people on the South Street are very comfortable, no one comes here to consume, and the family headed by the Wen family controls the various intersections and prohibits all consumers.