Owed money......

"It's really a realistic and helpless reason."

Luo Fu shook his head and listened patiently to Shi Shen's story.

The young man doesn't understand the economy, and many things are said by the adults in the family and the old man who brags while playing chess in the town square, and some of the preambles do not match the afterword.

Individual details are also not very logical.

Fortunately, the matter itself is not complicated, and Luo Fu is well-informed, and soon told the story through the broom of the young man, as well as the online information that does not know whether it is true or false, and probably introduces the essence of the matter:

As early as 30 years ago, Shanwu Town was still in a state of no one's interest, and it was Jihai Group that funded the road construction and took the lead in publicity, and the town's popularity gradually rose.

It can be said that Jihai Group has firmly controlled all aspects of the town from the beginning.

As small as a drink, a nail clipper, as large as a school, hospital, IP, chain store.

Standing in the center of the town and looking around, the area as far as the eye can see, there are only heaven, earth, people, and air that do not belong to them.

The old president of Shanwu Town is eager to change this situation, and he has been in office for more than ten years, which can be described as a strange trick.

However, his personal ability was not enough, and he was hindered in many ways, and after a lot of tossing, he dragged Shanwu Town into an even more terrifying abyss.

Mixed up to this day, God has changed and his name has changed.

No one knows if tomorrow will be worse.

"It's not bad to make money."

The teenager, who had tried to ride uphill, was so tired that he couldn't breathe, and he smiled and comforted himself.

Luofu was noncommittal.

Looking down at the communication card:

The sighting points of the ear demon brothers are widely distributed in Xiaopeach Mountain in the north of the town.

Cycling out of town with this as the target point, a narrow dirt road is soon left in front of you.

It had just rained in the middle of the night in Sanwu Town, and the loose dirt road was muddy with rain.

Luo Fu saw that the stone was struggling to struggle, so he proposed to rest for a while.

Shi Shen thanked him.

The front of the car twisted and turned into a fork in the road with dense vegetation.

After a few dozen meters, another sharp turn was made, and I drove into the stone road that had been around for quite a few years.

After another two minutes of riding, it was finally dawned on me.

I saw that the courtyard wall was apricot yellow, and the small temple with the temple ridge was blue and gray, and it was hidden between the forest covers.

A sign with three large gold lacquer characters written "Sankiji Temple" leans diagonally against the wall.

Or indigo, or demon red, the armor protector statue with a hideous face and compassionate eyes was moved outside the door.

Droplets of clear morning water cut across their mud shells and snapped down, bending the green grass buds after the rain.

Shi Shen folded his hands and made a gesture that Luo Fu had never seen before, with a pious expression and lowered his eyebrows: "The road is slippery after the rain, borrow the treasure brake to rest, and ask the protector grandpa to answer." ”

After speaking, he leaned over and picked up a leaf that had been blown off by the wind, and as soon as he let go of his hand, he fell to the ground.

Shi Shen lowered his head and glanced at it, and after thanking him repeatedly, he and Luo Fu entered the small temple.

"It's all like this." Luo Fu sighed.

This small temple is where the Yunmeng people found the mud bodhisattva.

In the early years, the head teacher took them on school outings.

At that time, the small temple, which was still an important attraction of the "Mountain Mist Tour", was kept clean and well-maintained.

Now that time has passed, the small temple that no one cares about and no one looks at has no "popularity", and there are faint traces of collapse.

The bluestone brick pavement in the courtyard was also turned into tatters by some kind of worldly creature.

Equally muddy.

Luo Fu raised his left foot to look at his white sneakers, and walked around the small temple with a bang.

Finally, in the corner outside the courtyard, in the dirty black muddy water, a budding white lotus was found.

Fresh and elegant, independent of the world.

There is a kind of stubborn vitality that is not the same as the world.

"You said that you are so good-looking, in case you are seen by those who have no public morality......"

Luo Fu hooked his face with his fingers, and realized later: "I don't seem to have a sense of morality." ”

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and shouted to Mazu when he was in trouble: "Niangniang, I want this lotus." ”

Niangniang sighed softly, and came into the world in the form of a projection, and Yunbai's hand flipped over, and put away the white lotus with a blister full of life.

"Flowers can be broken straight and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers and empty branches."

"When I go back to the city, go to the flower shop and mix some nutrient solution and raise it."

"Let's enjoy the flowers if we have nothing to do, cultivate and cultivate sentiments, maybe it will help cultivate mental strength."

Luo Fu stretched out his hand and tapped the petals, and with a whirlwind of mental strength, he swept away the filth on the stone steps.

After sitting down, he took out his communication card and flipped through it, and found that he was on the periphery of Xiaomoyama.

Simply ask Mazu Niangniang to use the [Asking the Sky: Throwing Seeds] skill to try to obtain the position of the Ear Demon Brother.

Whew-

As Niangniang completed the simple and beautiful positioning ceremony, a fresh breeze was set off in front of and behind the temple.

More than a dozen oily green leaves are swept off, and the undulating mesophyll simulates the landform, and the leaf veins form a mountain road with lines and lines, roughly making up a simple map of Xiaopeach Mountain.

The bushes swayed, and a small, round fruit suddenly fell, hitting a certain point that Luo Fu's hand had just brushed.

"It's not far from here."

Luo Fu compared, marked on the electronic map, and then shouted Shi Shen out.

"It's not that far off." Shi Shen recognized it and seriously threw out the conclusion: "Take the small road, that is, it is less than ten minutes away." I'm well rested and ready to go. ”

"Then let's go now......"

The two set off again.

But before he walked for a few minutes, Luo Fu hissed in pain, "Classmate Shi, I may have been cold in a ghost car in the morning, and my stomach hurts badly at this time." You wait here a little bit, and I'll be right back. ”

The voice fell, and without waiting for the other party to reply, he disappeared into the bushes.

Shi Shen couldn't find anyone, so he hurriedly put his hand to his mouth, compared it to a trumpet, and shouted loudly:

"Master Loufuka, if you don't have paper, just shout, and I'll send it to you right away. Don't use the leaves of the worldly mountain peach, there are barbs on them! ”

“…… I have it here. Luo Fu's voice came from afar.

After waiting for nearly ten minutes, Luo Fu finally tied his trouser belt and walked out of the bushes: "Let's go." ”

Shi Shen nodded and continued to lead the way.

Luo Fu rode a panda, walked leisurely, flipped his hand, and glanced at the puzzle piece he had just harvested: [Clay Statue of the Dharma Protector of Shanwu Temple].

——As a Yunmeng person, he really can't tolerate the cultural heritage left by his ancestors being exposed to the wilderness.

The young blood surged into his heart, so he simply turned back, took away the stone statue, and specially cleaned up the traces, just wanting to be a good person who was silent.

"I don't cherish such a precious cultural wealth, the world is declining." Luo Fu looked at the sky with emotion in his heart, "There are really not many young people like me. ”

There are only two sentences of pretending to be people, the map of Yanguo is shorter than toilet paper, and the picture is poor in the blink of an eye: "This is a serious old object, turn around and swing into the field, isn't it more atmospheric than the antique puzzles you spend money to buy?" ”

"But then again, the puzzle of the realm to which the Hyakki-bin is bound hasn't been settled yet."

"When I have time tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I have to find a way to arrange it."

"It's June 24 in this moment, and every day that passes, Song Fuzhou sends out a blood, and the probability of the Yunling stone fetus being cut off will double."

"We have to speed it up."