Summer is hot and windless.

There is no cloud in the sky and no wind blowing, hot, the ground is hot, the scenery in the distance is distorted and blurred, the men are hiding in the shade of the trees, waving their fans bare-chested, not working, the noise of cicadas disturbs the people's hearts, I don't know whose children fall and sit on the ground and cry.

A certain gentleman bought a melon because it was hot, cut it and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Phew...... It's actually a hot melon! Traitors are talking about fighting, right?"

Scolding and throwing away the melon skin, I didn't have the intention of beating people at all, it was too hot, standing on the street was like standing in a brick kiln to bake, sweating profusely and not wanting to move at all, and beating people was even hotter.

The melon peel fell to the ground and spun around a few times, stopping at a pair of feet.

Moving his gaze upward, it was an old monk wearing a brocade robe and a long beard, who did not have a hot expression at all, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, smiling and not afraid of the scorching sun, and passers-by stepped forward to give gifts of melons, fruits and tea.

The streets were hot and quiet, and the old monk was the only one who walked by except for the occasional yellow dog and civet cat.

When I walked to the door of someone's house, I closed my eyes and felt it carefully, nodded, and stepped forward to knock on the door.

Crunch~

The wooden door was pushed open, and there was no one in sight, and when I looked down, I saw that it was a little girl who opened the door.

"Little donor, your adults can be at home. ”

The girl looked at the old monk and turned around and ran back, the old monk stood at the door and walked neither in, but smiled and shook his head to see the girl run back to the house.

This family is not rich but has a little assets, the old monk nodded.

Soon, the male protagonist of the family ran out quickly to welcome him warmly, and opened the door to invite the old monk to enter the hospital to enjoy the coolness.

"Master, please take a break from the weather ~"

"Thank you, donor. ”

Admitted to the hospital, the shade of the tree is cool, the man fishes out the well melon from the corner well, cuts it neatly, and hands it to the old monk to quench his thirst and heat with a bamboo fruit plate, with a respectful attitude, no different from the ordinary people of this era, in the face of all kinds of gods, Buddhas and immortals, the instinctive choice to succumb, hoping that the legendary beautiful world has its own place.

Scanning the house, I saw that the door was hung with ornaments that the local family would only hang after giving birth.

Nodding, eighty percent can't be wrong.

"Please ask the donor's last name. ”

"Don't dare to be, Xiaomin's surname is Xu, his ancestral home is Qiantang, he does some small business on weekdays to make a living, and he goes to Jinshan Courtyard with his wife every year to make incense. ”

The man surnamed Xu felt that the old monk was like an old immortal, and he would answer all questions, and he would say everything, although it was not appropriate to use the word old immortal to describe Western religion, but how could the little people know that much, and they could only greet some young disciples when they went to Jinshan Temple on weekdays, which was like today's old immortals entering the hospital and sitting opposite each other.

Things went more smoothly than expected.

"Congratulations to the donor Xu for being happy with the unicorn, can you let the old man see the son. ”

"Yes~Totally~"

"Madam...... quickly take your son out and see the old fairy~"

The man surnamed Xu didn't care how the old monk knew that he had a son, maybe it was to watch the ornaments on the door, or maybe the old fairy could pinch and calculate, but he didn't care that he could pinch and calculate In fact, it has little to do with Western religion, and the common people are not interested in those.

The woman went out of the house with the baby in her arms and greeted the guests warmly.

The old monk carefully took the baby like an ordinary old man, looked at it carefully, smiled and nodded, and the baby with a long white beard and itchy feet kicked his hands and feet, asked the couple when the child was born, and silently calculated to confirm that it was correct.

Teasing and returning the child to the woman.

"Master Xu, Ling Lang Ke has taken a name?"

The man is very happy to mention this, this year it costs a lot of money to go out to find a gentleman to name and have to send pork and eggs, the eldest daughter named it without breaking the cost, look at the old monk will help the child to name it, not only does not cost money or the old fairy gives the name, it is really a good thing to hit the lantern and can't find it.

"I didn't take it, but I also asked the old fairy to give me a name, and the people are grateful~"

The old monk closed his eyes and stroked his long beard and groaned, and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

"Guan Gongzi has clear eyebrows and beautiful forehead, and there is a spiritual light in his eyes, which is the reincarnation of the gods and my religion, and he will become a god and return to the heavenly palace in the future. ”

"Why don't you take the name Xu Xian, the word Chinese, how about it?"

When the man surnamed Xu heard what Chaotian bones had spiritual light in his eyes and what immortals descended to earth, his face suddenly changed slightly, thinking that he had met a charlatan, and when the blind man on the street corner saw someone, he said that it was the reincarnation of the immortals, and all the people on the street were immortals, and they were even more speechless if they had a relationship with the Western Sect.

There is such a son in the family who is still waiting to pass on the lineage.

But after thinking about it, I felt that the name was really good, and the previous paragraph was regarded as a good and festive word.

Xu Xian...... Good name, thank you for the name. ”

The man got up and bowed, this is a great kindness, since he received the name, he has to be thanked, there are not many ordinary people who can name it, at least there is no need to shout anything big two or three, three or four, having a name is a grand thing, proving that your family has assets and can afford money.

"With a show of hands, Lord Xu is polite. ”

"Madam~ Hurry up and take out my treasured good tea, our son has a name, Xu Xian, the word is Chinese~"

As if hearing the name Xu Xian, the little baby who was sleeping in swaddling clothes suddenly cried, and her sister couldn't coax her to coax her, as if she was foreseeing something bad......

Under the shade of the trees in the courtyard, the old monk took out a piece of exquisite jade pendant and gave it to the man surnamed Xu.

"Master...... No ......"

"Ling Lang was born with a fairy bone and I have a fate, don't worry, he will have a good marriage in the future, but the immortal bone is unstable and afraid of being watched by evil spirits, this jade pendant can ensure that Ling Lang is safe and worry-free, please accept it." ”

"This ...... It's really an old fairy, and the people are grateful~"

The man surnamed Xu will kneel and kowtow to thank him, give his name and give heavy gifts, this kind of kindness is like reconstruction.

Before he could kneel, he was lifted up by a gentle force.

"Master Xu is polite. ”

It is strange to say, the woman put the jade pendant on the baby and immediately stopped crying, the couple admired the magic of the fairy treasures, and they couldn't wait to see their son soar to the fairy world to be a fairy, but they wanted to get married early and spread the branches, and learn from the old man of the neighbor's house to tease his grandson.

The matter was done, and the old monk did not stay long and went out to say goodbye.

Mr. and Mrs. Xu went out to send out the tea leaves as a thank you gift, and the surrounding neighbors were envious when they saw the master come out of Xu's house.

In the house, the girl saw her father and mother send the old man out, climbed into bed, and watched her infant brother sleep with her chin on her hand.

"Brother, sister doesn't talk to the old man, it's uncomfortable~"

The baby purses his lips and continues to sleep.

"Don't worry, my sister will take care of my brother, and when the old man comes again, I will beat him with a rolling pin~"

Away from the sound of footsteps, the girl got out of bed and spread the futon with no traces, walked to the side and picked up the needle and thread to learn embroidery, and occasionally stared at her brother with a smile......