On the first day of the fifth month, Qingliang Temple soup soup day.

Early in the morning, dozens of large iron pots were erected on the square outside the gate of Qingliang Temple, and each pot could hold 100 bowls of porridge.

Some of the people carried their own clay pots, and some were empty-handed, and they lined up in a long line in the square early. None of the government soldiers were present, and the people were very conscious of maintaining order and quiet. If someone who doesn't understand the rules wants to cut the line, someone next to him will immediately whisper a story: once someone wanted to play a bachelor and wanted to cut the line to eat more, but he annoyed the Arhats in the temple, and the big iron pot disappeared in the blink of an eye. Those who broke the rules were beaten to death by angry people. This kind of thing happens almost every year, and most of the old residents of Fucheng who are present have witnessed it with their own eyes.

Zhang Yi found a place in the stall area, and looked at the incense candles that were mostly sold, yellow paper and some godly supplies on one side. There are also divination, snacks, antiques and so on.

Put the chair and put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Then he closed his eyes and recuperated, in fact, he was listening to the movements around him.

The woman selling incense and candles next to her saw Zhang Yi's virtue, pursed her mouth, and whispered: "I can't see these sour literati the most, don't say anything without the strength of the chicken, go out to earn chewing grain and put up a stinky shelf, you won't starve to death." ”

Zhang Yi felt very wronged, more wronged than Dou E.

Fortunately, the candle woman's business came. Her attention was diverted from Zhang Yi, but, "Eldest sister, where is there a place to write letters on behalf of you?"

The incense candle woman's fat mouth went to Zhang Yi here.

The boy was invited, and the little woman asked for a letter to her family. ”

Zhang Yi opened his eyes, sighed, and secretly complained in his heart that the incense candle woman was troublesome, although there was no evidence, intuition was the way pointed by the incense candle woman. At the same time, he also regretted why he chose such a profession, and even more regretted why he went out with Xiao Xiucai's scribe hat. After grinding the ink casually, "What do you want to write?" Zhang Yi's impatient voice came out.

"Just write that the money has been received, so that he should not worry about the family. also let him be more careful when he usually darts. Signed: Yue'er. "The customer was a little overwhelmed, and somehow offended the little minister who could write.

After a few words, Zhang Yi waved his pen and quickly wrote it. handed it over to Yue'er and closed her eyes again. He didn't know the market either, so he had to let her watch it. It seems that Yue'er often asks people to ghostwrite, and she didn't ask much, "pop!", and the sound of the copper plate falling on the table.

Estimating that the person had gone away, Zhang Yi opened his eyes and touched a few copper plates, and the feeling of making money for the first time was different! ”

"Virtue, I really think that you scholars really regard money as dung. "The woman with the incense candle said. "But the way you counted the money just now is no different from us. ”

"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, Xiaosheng is the first time, I'm a little shy, and I can't let go. Let the beauty see and smile. "Zhang Yi played haha.

The incense candle woman looked at Zhang Yi, the black boy, and just wanted to say something encouraging. Suddenly, there was a loud "boom" sound in Qingliang Temple, and everyone raised their eyes to see a large hall on the top of the hall thrown high like a human head out of the body.

"No! run!" Zhang Yi shouted to the incense candle woman.

"Eh!" the incense candle woman answered, and was about to close the stall, but found that Zhang Yi ran in the direction of Qingliang Temple. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the crowd.

When everyone was attracted by the strange appearance of Qingliang Temple, Zhang Yi ran to chase the wind and quickly took away the rice porridge that was about to be boiled in one mouthful, as well as the bags of grain by the pot. After doing this, Zhang Yi shouted very loudly: "Everyone leave here, don't crowd, otherwise you will be hit into the eighteenth layer of hell!"

Only then did everyone discover that the rice porridge had been taken away by the legendary temple protector Arhat with great mana. Most people hurriedly turned their heads and rushed back, no one dared to push and shove, but fortunately, the square was big enough and the road was accessible in all directions. On the contrary, the injuries caused by crowding are avoided. The main thing is that none of them are afraid to the point of running for their lives, and some even want to go inside to see what is going on.

The temple door was wide open, and some hurried out, while others went inside. Zhang Yi is self-aware, and the force of demolishing the house is not something he can approach at his current level, and when he enters the temple, he pulls out his short sword and hides it in his sleeve, ready to attack at any time.

"Bai Zishu! A net has already been laid here, and today you will not be able to escape! In order to avoid killing evil, the old man advises you to be caught with your hands tied. "An old monk with white hair, holding a Zen staff, fluttering in his clothes, flew up from below, and stood firmly on the roof of another house.

"Hahahaha! What a cool temple, a good meditation monk. Ten years ago, you and Black Eagle designed to frame the Zhang family, and ten years later, you wanted to get rid of the old man again. The battle of the Zhang family lasted for ten years. Today, the world will be completely shaken...... Disorderly. Your Majesty, don't blame me for being unrighteous if you are unkind, I hope you can bear the consequences. Just the formation wants to trap the old man? Fox, do it!"

A white shadow flashed, and the white fox suddenly appeared in front of the old monk of Jingxin, and the sword shadow of the Dao Dao surrounded the monk with a "whoosh......

"Are you...... Bai Feng?" The monk hurriedly parried, no matter how the monk moved, the white fox always cut wounds on him from time to time behind him.

"Follow the wind like a shadow! How can you know the core exercises of the outer building?" The old monk was so anxious that he couldn't face his opponent face to face. In a hurry, the Zen staff swept back, but unexpectedly, I suddenly felt that a crisis was coming, and a flower appeared in front of me, and the figure of the white fox suddenly appeared in front of me. Along with him, a short sword pierced his shoulder.

Witnessing others follow the wind like a shadow, Zhang Yi benefited a lot. It's just, "What's the building outside the building?"

"It's a killer organization! I used to do some dishonorable things for the imperial court. Later, he broke away from the imperial court and became his own faction. ”

Zhang Yi was startled, turned his head to look, and was even more startled. A depressed Zhang Yi stood beside him. "May I ask who you are?" Zhang Yi felt that it was too weird, if it was in that world, he would definitely ask his mother: "Is there a twin brother or brother who is out." ”

"Lonely...... It is the prince of Dasheng Long Xiaotian. Actually, we've seen ......"

Before Zhang Yi could think about this matter carefully, he was attracted by the words in the fight above. "Yes, yes, you are the descendant of that madman of the Zhang family, no wonder. Bai Zishu, you still know the truth!

The white fox was about to kill him with a sword, and at this time he couldn't help but put away the sword and asked, "You...... Remark...... What...... Meaning?"

"You don't know?!...... Haha! Back then...... Uh......" Suddenly a small dagger shot into the throat of the old monk.

"You say...... You say......" The white fox shook his arm violently.

"Hey...... Black ......" The old monk closed his eyes forever.

"Fox! Don't get distracted! No matter what the truth is, at least the old man knows that you are my own granddaughter! Hahaha! No matter what the truth is, the old man has found his descendants! The old man has a successor! Hahaha! Liuhe array, break it for the old man!" Bai Zishu said, "boom" There was a loud sound, and a gust of wind blew through the back mountain, revealing his true face. A middle-aged scholar sits in the pavilion with a folding fan. "Long Xiaotian, don't present the old man's birthday gift yet. ”

Long Xiaotian glanced at Zhang Yi, "There is no one who can be trusted here, little monkey, you can go and have a look with me." Fortunately, your monk friend didn't come today, otherwise it would have been even more chaotic. ”

After all, Zhang Yi has only been in this world for a few days, and he carefully screened people who had intersections with the little monkey. looked at the prince's eyes again, and understood, the prince was the leader who pretended to be a bandit that day!

"It is incumbent on me that my little monkey is the most unruly and unruly. Today, if anyone dares to be disrespectful to the prince, I will have to hit him with a big stick. "Seeing people and talking about people, and talking about ghosts is the biggest harvest of Zhang Yi's stall for more than ten years.

Prince Long Xiaotian smiled rarely, and strode towards the back mountain, and Zhang Yi followed behind.

Behind the mountain, the cool breeze is blowing, and a pavilion stands alone in the apricot and peach forest halfway up the mountain. Ripe apricots and green peaches form a beautiful picture. It's a pity that at this moment, I'm afraid no one will appreciate these landscapes.

Zhang Yi picked an apricot casually and smelled it, it was so fragrant. Just as he was about to eat, Long Xiaotian waved his hand, "No, you are eating in danger, are you too long?"

"Not really!" Despite saying that, Zhang Yi was still reluctant to throw away the fragrant fruit. Following the prince up the stairs, about 500 steps, he entered a pavilion, in which there was only a stone platform in the middle, and a pair of Go on the platform. There are four futons on the left and right sides of the game. Bai Zishu was sitting upright on the futon in front of the pavilion, staring at Long Xiaotian with a smile.

Zhang Yi looked carefully and did not find the white fox.

"Come on, don't give the old birthday gift yet!" Prince Long Xiaotian sat on the futon opposite Bai Zishu and shouted. Seem...... Nothing happened.

"Hey, hey!" Zhang Yi sneered. "No one listened to the prince's words, and it seems that some people have indeed lived enough. ”

Bai Zishu looked at Zhang Yi suspiciously, without words.

There was still no movement for a long time, "Your Highness! It seems that there are really people plotting against the emperor and despising the imperial power." Let's just set this place on fire, regardless of what kind of birthday gift he has. After speaking, Zhang Yi "snapped", lit the lighter, and smoked a cigarette.

Half of the cigarette was smoked, and the prince's face turned the color of pork liver. "Grandma's!" Zhang Yi was indignant, "Treat His Royal Highness the Crown Prince so slowly, see Lao Tzu burn here." ”

With Bai Zishu and White Fox here, Zhang Yi is a bit of a fox and a fake tiger.

"Amitabha! Don't worry, there are still guests who have not arrived. A loud voice sounded in the back mountain, but Zhang Yi couldn't confirm his specific location.

Seeing Bai Zishu's breezy posture, Zhang Yiding was a little flustered. Shouting to the sky, "You think too highly of yourselves and think that everything is in the palm of your hand. As everyone knows, the guest you are waiting for has already arrived here, and the reason why you don't show up is just to see you do a few more times. If you don't believe it, show your hole cards and see, there will be no one less who should appear. ”