Zhu Xian turned around and saw an old monk standing behind him, less than three steps away.

Judging by his age, he looks about 90 years old.

However, this is a world of cultivating immortals.

Therefore, it is not possible to tell his age.

His face was wrinkled and he was dressed in a tattered robe.

All over the body, dirty.

If it weren't for the bald head, wearing a robe and holding Buddhist beads, at first glance you would only think that this was a down-and-out beggar.

In his hand, he held a string of jasper prayer beads, crystal clear, shining dazzling under the dusk, accompanied by bursts of blue light.

At first glance, it is a priceless thing.

It's just that Zhu Xian paid close attention, and among the dozen or so green jade prayer beads of the same size, the same color, and full of Buddha's light, there was one that looked out of place.

Like jade is not jade, like stone is not stone, uneven.

The color is deep purple.

With a hint of red.

At this moment, it only feels bleak and unremarkable.

If this is in a farmhouse, it will inevitably become a stepping stone for the squatting pit of the latrine.

Soul Eater Orb!

The beginning of Zhu Xian.

He just glanced at it, didn't show anything unusual, and looked away.

That was the goal of his trip.

Must get!

It's just that this old bald donkey seems to be a good person, but in fact, he is the dividing line between good people and bad people.

If you want to get this pearl, you have to plan carefully.

Hope tonight, everything goes well with the plans!

Starter Pack, you don't want to drop the chain.

Otherwise, I would have to die at the hands of this old bald donkey.

Zhu Xian's performance is no different from that of an ordinary peasant child.

Slightly curious, he looked at the old monk, and then clasped his fists and said politely:

"Spent a lot of money and hired Mr. Feng Shui. I wonder where the abbot is going? ”

The old monk walked to the grand tomb, folded his hands, said a Buddha name, faced Zhu Xian, stood in front of him with one hand, and hung the string of jade and green Buddha beads on it, and said the Buddha name again:

"Amitabha, the fate of the world, where to go.

As I just saw, the donor's fingering has a lot to do with my Buddhism, and I don't know who the teacher is? ”

Zhu Xian sighed and said: "A few years ago, my father rescued an unconscious monk by the river, and before he left, he passed down this strange fingering to repay the grace of saving his life. ”

"Amitabha, everything has its own fate......"

Zhu Xian politely hugged his fists and said: "There have been a lot of things recently, I am afraid that there will be no fasting to entertain the abbot, and I hope to forgive me." ”

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

With that, the old monk turned and left.

Seeing him leave, Zhu Xian's back was soaked with sweat.

The direction of Puzhi is Caomiao Village.

Moreover, he seems to be injured.

Night falls.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

A thunderclap resounded through the night sky.

The wind swept the clouds.

It was getting dark, and the clouds were gathering and rolling.

The wind and rain are coming, and the heaven and earth are filled with a sense of slaughter.

"Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan, have any of you seen Xiao Fan?"

"There is such a strong wind outside, flying sand and rocks, where do you say this kid has gone?"

"Daddy, wasn't Xiaofan with you just now?"

"No, after eating, I didn't see him again."

"Xiao Fan's father, have you seen the frightening feather, he is also gone."

"No, we're in a hurry."

"In the evening, these two children are still playing together, and now that the wind is so strong outside, where can this run away, it's really anxious."

In the cave, two pairs of parents are constantly looking for their children, anxious.

At this time, someone suddenly said: "It's not good, the Zhu family's champion is gone!" ”

As soon as these words came out, many people began to panic.

Inside the cave, there was a sudden chaos.

"This Zhu family kid won't run away, his salary hasn't been settled for us yet."

"Probably not, that kid is a filial son, a good person, don't worry."

"Don't worry, he can't run, if he really runs, aren't you afraid that we will dig up his ancestral grave?"

"That's right, if he dares to run, Lao Tzu will dig up his ancestral grave!"

Bang!

Bang!

The old village chief went down with two sticks, and only then did he say that he was not inferior to the two of them, and he was beaten and fled in all directions.

"One by one, I really have no conscience, Xiao Zhu did not hesitate to sell all the family property and land, and the ancestral heirloom was also sold, just to give you such a high salary, you did this to him?

I'm going to kill you two bastards today! ”

The two were chased and beaten by the old village chief with a cane.

"Brother Niu, what you just said, it really shouldn't be, Zhuangyuanlang is not that kind of person."

"Yes, people who are filial to their fathers and mothers will not be bad."

Many people have spoken out to accuse the two of them.

"Old village chief, we were wrong, wrong, don't fight, no, your old health is not good, don't chase it."

The two of them no longer ran away, and they were beaten by the old village chief with two sticks.

"Old village chief, don't be like them, beware of your body and bones, who will pour a bowl of water for the old village chief."

"Old village chief, come, I'll help you sit down first."

The old village chief took his cane, pointed to the two middle-aged people, and said angrily:

"You two, if I hadn't grown up, I would have to kill you today, and you can say such things as digging people's ancestral graves?"

"Old village chief, we are just saying that we are wrong, you take care of your body, don't be angry."

"I can't talk about it!"

Panting for a while, the old village chief said:

"Don't worry, Zhu Xiaozi has already given me all of your wages, and I will give you one by one when I go back, a lot of money."

I see!

Many people suddenly realized.

The son of the Zhu family is frail and sickly, and now he has sold all his family property and built such a magnificent tomb for his parents, probably because he wants to go out alone.

"I'll just say it, Zhu Xiaozi is not that kind of person."

At this time, two pairs of parents came forward and said to the old village chief:

"Old village chief, we are really worried about the two children, so we went out to find them."

The old village chief looked at the anxious four, was silent for a while, and said:

"Well, you guys must be safe and bring machetes.

If you can't find it, come back early, and the two children will be clever and fine. ”

Heavy rain poured down, ticking and splashing potholes in the dirt.

Two parents of the family, machete in hand, walked out of the cave.

"Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan, where are you?"

……

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky.

Caomiao Village, the east end of the village.

A ruined temple, standing quietly in the wind and rain.

The old monk stood at the gate of the temple, looking up at the sky, his brows furrowed.

What a wind!

Where the wind and clouds swept away, a black gas continued to surge, constantly approaching the broken temple.

The old monk settled down, constantly moving the emerald green Buddha beads in his hand, staring at this black gas.

As if he had found someone here, the black qi was about to bypass Caomiao Village, and the old monk's thin body rose from the ground and entered the black mist.

There were a few thumping sounds, with a word of surprise and surprise: "Huh? ”

The black qi collapsed, and two figures fell from it.

With the help of thunder and lightning in the sky, the old monk saw the true faces of the two people clearly.

It was two of the teenagers I saw during the day.

Zhang Xiaofan, Zhu Xian!

The old monk glanced at the two of them, and saw that their breath was disordered, as if they had been poisoned by some kind of poison, and there was a little black and enchanting on their bodies, so he said angrily:

"Your Excellency's Taoism is profound, why do you attack innocent children, just for fear of losing your identity?"

The black gas floated out of the temple, and let the heavy rain pour, and a hoarse voice came from it:

"Who are you to meddle with?"

Lying on the cold floor, Zhu Xian, who had woken up, secretly slandered.

This coercion was originally here for the Soul Devouring Bead, but at the moment he played a good actor, pretending not to know him, and wanted the other party to relax his vigilance.