After that, the evil king of the underworld was thrown into reincarnation for various reasons, and since then he has suffered from birth, old age, sickness and death.

Mo Yu came to the world in a trance, at this time, it was no longer the so-called prosperous era of Kangqian, welcome to the seventeenth year of Guangxu, 1891.

It was the last chaotic years of Cixi's reign, and the newcomer Mo Yu, like a vagabond, wandered the streets and alleys, looking for the reincarnation of Chen Xi. His clothes were embroidered with golden dragons, and his hair was not cut, which always attracted some gossip, and he could only survive as the lowest actor.

Traveling all over the country, Mo Yu was also anxious and worried, the evil Hades King, who had enjoyed the luxurious life of the immortal family, once he came to the world, would he not be adaptable, would he be too fragile and die young? What Mo Yu thought in his heart was that the authorities must find Chen Xi at the juncture.

In the thirty-first year of Guangxu, Mo Yu passed by Jiangsu and saw a large family holding a funeral, and the young man kneeling in front of the spiritual seat was familiar with it, and it was a feeling of déjà vu. The young man wore linen and filial piety, and his crying was distressing. Mo Yu stood stupidly outside the door.

A few days after burying the boy's father, Mo Yu followed the boy all the way, wearing a Manchu hairstyle, a long braid dragged behind him, a jade melon skin hat on his head, and a small bell with the sound, and walked with a clang.

Seeing a stranger following the young man, of course the young man unconsciously turned around: "Brother, is there something wrong with me?"

Mo Yu back then, who had not been washed by the years, was still a kind and kind brother: "Little young master, can your bell be touched by contemptible people?"

The young man scratched his head and took off the purple gold bell pinned to his belt: "Here." ”

Mo Yu couldn't suppress the excitement at this moment, squatted down and hugged the young man tightly: "You're Chenxi! It's you, Chenxi!"

The young man, who was also a monk of the second zhang, was puzzled, and pouted, "What Chenxi, brother, you recognize the wrong person, little ginger Yanlan." ”

Mo Yu calmed down, presumably drank the Meng Po soup before leaving. Hey, Chenxi, you and I have been in love for many years, how do you want this dynasty to turn into dust?

"Brother, if it's okay, the bell is still in Xiaosheng, and if the class is late, I have to ask for Mr.'s board. ”

Returning the bell, Mo Yu personally pinned him to his waist and shook the dust on Xiao Yanlan's body: "After school, go under that camphor tree, my brother will tell you stories and sing, okay?"

Xiao Yanlan didn't refuse, and rushed to the camphor tree on time after school, and waited for a long time, but she didn't see the strange long-haired brother this morning.

In fact, the long-haired brother was not far away, looking at him from afar, but he didn't dare to get too close to him, for fear that he would wake up from a dream and find that this was not the Evil Hades King at all.

Xiao Yanlan was anxious, her hands were in the shape of horns, and she called her brother everywhere.

"Yanlan, I'm here. Mo Yu appeared behind Yan Lan, the same cold, but Mo Yu had already tried very hard to suppress this cold, for fear of hurting Xiao Yan Lan.

Yan Lan was very excited, ran to Mo Yu from afar, and hugged Mo Yu: "Brother, I don't know why, I feel very kind when I see you, like my father is back." ”

"Haha, I don't dare to be your father, you are the eldest young master, I'm just a joke. Mo Yu sat on the slope of the tree, and Xiao Yanlan surrounded him.

"Brother, I don't know your name yet. Yan Lan lay on the slope of the tree, looking at the sunset in the distance.

"You can call me Mo Yu. ”

"Mo Yu, Mo Yu, Mo Yu!" Yan Lan said three times, from curiosity to surprise.

Mo Yu straightened up and shook Yan Lan, very excited: "Do you remember?"

Yan Lan shook her head and waved her hand, just thinking that the name was very good, and there was no other deep meaning.

Mo Yu breathed a sigh of relief and lay down again.

"Today, I will tell the story of the Three Teachings, according to legend, during the Kangxi period, there were six elders in the Tibetan generation who adopted an abandoned baby on a snowy night......

Xiao Yanlan was fascinated by the listening, holding her head, and sometimes lying directly on Mo Yu to listen to the story......

There was only a little dim light left in the distance at sunset, and in Jiang's mansion not far away, there was also the voice of a servant calling. Xiao Yanlan sighed, how could time be so fast? But the fate of the elders had to be followed, so she got up and cleaned up, patted the weeds all over her body, and said goodbye to Mo Yu for a short time: "Brother Mo Yu, will you come again tomorrow?"

"Come on. Mo Yu laughed softly and helped Yanlan put on her hat.

"Really, then you must be on time tomorrow! Oh, my mother is calling again, I'll go home first, you should go home too! Goodbye, brother!" Yan Lan rushed all the way home, Jiang Fu lit the lights, Mo Yu never left the camphor tree, under the tree, watching Yan Lan read and write in the yard.

"Lord Mo, it's so late, why don't you go back to the grass house to rest?"

Mo Yu turned his head and didn't know these two people, one big and one young, the eldest was thirty years old, and the younger one was fifteen or sixteen years old, both of them had not shaved their hair, they were dressed in Hanfu robes, and they were wearing Qitou shoes, and respectfully bowed to Mo Yu with the etiquette of the Han family.