Fuchen walked back the way he came, intending to let the woman teach him skills.

Although she was rejected last time, this time she had to accept herself no matter what.

Only in this way can you avenge your parents.

And so, on the afternoon of the third day, Fuchen came to the courtyard where he had received.

Fuchen straightened his clothes and washed the stains off his body before he arrived.

Feeling satisfied, he reached out and knocked on the door a few times.

However, there was no reaction inside, and Fuchen shouted a few words outside, but there was no movement inside.

I had no choice but to squat at the door and wait, thinking that maybe I had gone out.

Until the evening, there was no movement, and Fuchen ate the baked cakes in his bag.

Until late at night, he squatted at the door and fell asleep.

And so it came the second day, the third day.

On the fourth day, after all the dry food he had brought was clean and there was no movement, Fuchen was ready to get up and go to other people's houses nearby to ask.

In fact, this yard is quite partial, at least there are no people around, and the last time Fuchen went to buy planks or followed the path to find people.

This time, Fuchen intends to do the same.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Fuchen saw an old man chopping wood at the door.

"Hello, old man. Fuchen hurriedly approached and bowed his hand.

The old man slowly put down the axe in his hand and returned the salute.

"Is there anything wrong with the guests?" said the old man, looking at the dust slowly.

"Old man, do you know where the owner of that courtyard has gone?" Fuchen asked, pointing to the way he came.

"Oh. The old man looked over there and nodded.

Looking at the old man's unhurried appearance, but in Fuchen's eyes, he looked like an ant on a hot pot, Fuchen watched the old man keep rubbing his hands and waiting for him to say the next sentence.

"Are you talking about the one with a pretty big yard and only one pretty woman?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Fuchen waited for the old man to finish speaking, and then hurriedly returned to the road.

The old man continued to pick up the axe, raised it high and chopped it down, splitting the arm-length trunk in two.

The old man looked at the floating dust after splitting.

"That yard is haunted, and I advise you to dispel your filthy thoughts. ”

Fuchen didn't understand what the old man said, and it took a while to react.

"Old man, I don't mean anything else, I know the owner of the yard, I have something urgent to come to her this time, please tell me the old man. ”

After Fuchen finished speaking, he bent down and made a big salute with his fists.

The old man saw that Fuchen was slender and his appearance was quite good, and he didn't want to look like a bad person, although he looked a little dark, but for the sake of doing such a big ceremony, he didn't care.

"About five or six days ago, our bully got drunk and called some fox friends to your friend's. ”

The old man is still the same as before, he speaks slowly, and he doesn't finish all at once, he has to hang on to the appetite of the dust.

This time, I can rush out the dust and cold sweat.

"Then what happened. Fuchen took a step forward, stared at the old man and asked hurriedly.

"Then they were so frightened that they said they had seen a ghost, and they ran all the way back, and I heard that they were too scared to get out of bed!" said the old man and bent over with a smile.

Fuchen wiped the sweat from his head, exhaled deeply, and relaxed.

"But after that, the yard became a haunted house, and no one dared to go there. The old man sighed and said.

"What about the people in the courtyard?" said Fuchen the question he had just asked, and it was also the one he was most concerned about.

"It's gone. The old man said lightly, as if it wasn't a big deal.

Although the old man's face was relaxed, his face returned to his previous heaviness when he looked at Fuchen.

"That woman has a lot of ability, and she will be fine. The old man leaned into Fuchen's ear and said softly.

Hearing the old man's words, Fuchen remembered that the woman had beaten herself and repaired the door before, and she was also anxious before, but she didn't expect so much, and as soon as the old man reminded her, her tense nerves instantly relaxed.

This mood of going up and down in this short period of time is really unbearable.

Fuchen bought some food from the old man and returned to the gate of the courtyard.

I heard the old man say that there is no need to wait at the door.

I climbed over the wall and went in, looked at the repaired door, walked into the house and carefully checked the furnishings in the room, and the living room was still the same as when I left.

Then the kitchen is also simple, and the dishes, chopsticks and kitchenware are also there.

Standing in front of a door, Fuchen stretched out his hand and retracted it, going back and forth several times, his heart was extremely entangled.

After all, this is someone's boudoir, and it's not good to go in.

"Anyway, the person left, so it should be fine to go in and see if he will come back. ”

Thinking of this, Fuchen did not retract his hand, but pushed it forward.

The door opened as soon as it was pushed, and it was not locked, and a faint fragrance came out, which suddenly confused the floating dust.

In the room, there is a simple bed and a dresser, a wardrobe, a stool, and the living room and kitchen.

Fuchen looked at the empty bed, and when he opened the closet, it was also empty, and it seemed that the person had indeed left.

Before I knew it, it was already dark, and Fuchen sat in the place where the woman was sitting in the corridor, looking at the sky in a daze.

In the middle of the night, I was really sleepy, so I thought about going to sleep and came to the bed in the house.

Fuchen hesitated for a while, but returned to the living room, came to the dining table where he was sleeping on his stomach, found the original position, and fell asleep beautifully.

The next day, Fuchen simply had breakfast and thought about the future direction.

I told the old monk before that I wanted to make money, but now I should go to practice.

Whether it is for the revenge of his family or his own pursuit, this is a road that must be taken, but where should this road go now?

Fuchen sat at the dinner table thinking about the road he didn't know how to take, and thought of his parents, his heart was sad, and tears slowly flowed out.

The old monk once said that he was in Dongning City, and Dongning City was in charge of all the surrounding places, and it was also the largest city in the vicinity.

Maybe I should go to Dongning City to find opportunities, after all, I have nowhere to go now, and in the big city, there will be more opportunities.

Thinking of this, Fuchen got up and walked towards Dongning City, like a floating dust, drifting with the wind, I don't know what to face next.

After walking for more than ten days, the dust came to the north gate of Dongning City.

Standing under the city tower, looking at the wall here, it is relatively broken-backed, much shorter, but it is more than one grade luxurious, stretching left and right, and there is no edge.

At this time, at the gate of the city, people came and went, and all kinds of people shuttled back and forth.

"If you can't go, you can't go. ”

A city official at the city gate looked at the floating dust at the gate and shouted viciously.

Fuchen hurriedly reacted, approached the city gate, passed through the red gate with neat nails, and stepped into Dongning City for the first time.

The prosperity of Dongning City is better than any place that Fuchen has ever seen, from the streets and alleys, the size of the shops is more atmospheric than the other, and the people around are all dressed in gorgeous clothes, rich and magnificent.

The first time Fuchen entered such a big city, he seemed out of place with the people around him.

The wind and dust are dusty, and the simple floating dust of clothes is like an alien shuttling through the streets.

The first time I came to Fuchen, I walked around and enjoyed the beautiful scenery around me, and although I may not be able to enter these shops, it was also a pleasure to see.

After getting tired of shopping, Fuchen asked a lot of questions, and finally found the Mingjing Temple where the old monk was.

Fortunately, the old monk's reputation is big enough, and he happens to be in Beicheng, otherwise I don't know how to get there.

Fuchen walked to the front of the Spiegel Temple, the temple is not big, the yellow wall is red tile Hong Gate, there are two old trees at the door, looking at the three big characters on the plaque "Spiegel Temple".

Fuchen walked up the steps and approached the door, where a few pilgrims were occasionally coming in and out.

Fuchen bought some incense and paper money, and after worshipping the Buddha under the leadership of the monk, he found the few pieces of silver on his body, and allocated it and put it in the merit box.

"Where is the abbot of the Sangha Society, I want to go and see him. After doing this, he looked at the monk next to him with his hands folded.

"The abbot is not a guest, Amitabha. The monk replied with his hands folded.

"Then can you take me to meet Junior Master Fang Yuan?" Fuchen continued to ask.

"Uncle Fang Yuan is studying in the backyard, let me report first. ”

The monk was clean this time, and after speaking, he walked to the backyard, leaving behind the floating dust that he couldn't figure out the situation.

After a while, the little monk of Fang Yuan rushed to Fuchen and walked towards his hut without having time to say hello.

When the two came to the house, the little monk secretly closed the door.

"Fuchen, why did you come to me so soon? I thought it would take a long time!" said the little monk after closing the door.

"There have been some changes in the family, and when I think of it, I have to come to Dongning City to make a living. Fuchen said this, his eyes a little red.

The little monk found all kinds of snacks from different corners and placed them in front of Fuchen, and then poured another cup of tea.

"What's wrong at home?" said the little monk anxiously as he hurried.

"It's hard to put into words. Fuchen lowered his head and said.

"Oh well. The little monk finally sat down and said.

"You can eat the dust. The little monk pushed the snack in front of the dust again.

"Good. "I picked a random one and put it in my mouth.

"Fuchen, you haven't seen the abbot yet, have you?" the little monk flashed a hint of cunning in his eyes, and then opened his mouth and asked with his teeth exposed.

"Not yet. Fuchen didn't notice what the little monk was thinking, so he replied normally.

The little monk smiled even more happily when he heard Fuchen's words, so he walked outside without waiting for Fuchen to finish eating the things in his hand and pulling Fuchen.

The floating dust is also inexplicable, but he can only run away with the little monk.

The place where the little monk lived was next to the old monk, and the little monk pushed the door without saying hello.

"Master, Fuchen is coming to be a monk. The little monk shouted as he pushed the door.