Where there is a sinkhole, there is a Confucius Temple.

The master generously saved the world, exchanged his body for peace in the world, and made the world grateful. From the Northern Tang Dynasty to the Southern Jin Dynasty, people from all over the world built temples and shrines for him, offered incense, and praised merits.

Rainy nights are approaching, and for pedestrians in the vast wasteland, the nearby Confucius Temple is the best place to live.

Under the leadership of his sister, Chen Xian quickly rushed to the Confucius Temple. As soon as the front foot entered the temple gate, the torrential rain fell down, violent and huge, like thousands of troops.

It was late autumn, the weather was bleak, and the ice and rain were mixed with cold, which was about to penetrate the muscle marrow, which was unbearable.

"It's so cold!"

Chen Xian rushed into the temple and scolded in a low voice, shivering from the cold.

A few hours ago, he was still suffering from the scorching heat of the Earth summer, disgusted with fat. Unexpectedly, when he woke up, it was already late autumn, and he was in need of fat to keep out the cold, but he was thin like lightning, and there was no one.

Standing in the dark lobby, he cleared his mind, relieved himself from the joy of crossing over, and began to face reality.

On the road just now, he beat around the bush and extracted some key information from his sister Chen Yu's mouth.

Like him, the host deity also happens to be called Chen Xian. He was not surprised by this, after all, the same name of the two lives is a must-have package benefit for the traverser.

"I heard from my sister that my family lives in Tiankeng Town in the south, and my family is mediocre, and I make a living by opening a bookstore. Now that I'm here, I must copy some classic online texts to make a fortune, and I can't embarrass myself in the circle!"

He is the most afraid of hardship, and he wants to eat soft rice, but now he has neither a backer nor a good look, so he can only barely mix up to the subsistence level of the traverser by giving full play to his copying ability.

What is the subsistence level?

Eat well, drink well, play well.

If you can't even do the most basic three good, then you really don't deserve to cross!

Fortunately, although he has mediocre qualifications and can't build airplanes and rockets, he has all kinds of platinum and countless gods in his head, and he is not really useless.

As a college student with eight subjects and five subjects, he stayed in the dormitory all day and had nothing to do. Reading novels is his greatest hobby, and if you think about it another way, this is also his greatest specialty.

"It's impossible to practice, isn't it fragrant to copy books to make money? I'm familiar with all kinds of online text routines, as long as I use a little pen and ink, I can make 'don't bully the poor boy' popular in this world!"

He was obsessed with his own path to riches.

When the silver is in hand, he can indulge and be happy to his heart's content, drink the strongest wine, sleep in the softest bed, and taste the most beautiful abalone!

At this time, the girl Chen Yu walked to the offering table and bowed to the statue in the shadows, with a pious posture and reverence.

"Dacheng Supreme Holy Heavenly Master is above, the people ask you to manifest your spirits, remove the demons, bless my brother's health, and restore his ......memory," she prayed softly.

The Most Holy Heavenly Master is the name of that master.

Chen Xian stood behind, vaguely hearing his sister's prayers, and his heart was indescribably moved.

In his previous life, he was an only child, and he did not experience the family affection between his compatriots, which is a pity. In this life, there is such a sensible and lovely sister, who keeps her safety in mind, what more can you ask for!

He retracted his thoughts and said softly, "Silly girl, get up quickly! It's too cold on the ground, beware of your knees......"

Chen Yu knelt there, indifferent.

Chen Xian shook his head, helpless, and was about to step forward to help, but at this moment, a hoarse voice floated coldly, which shocked his heart.

"Why don't you kneel?"

Under the interference of the wind and rain, these words still clearly reached Chen Xian's ears, revealing a bit of solemnity.

Chen Xian followed the prestige, only to see that in the corner of the wall on the left side of the lobby, there was a dark shadow, and it was difficult to see the outline. Those eyes were as cold as ghostly fire, staring at him faintly, which was creepy.

Chen Xian blinked and asked, "Why do I want to kneel?"

As the successor of socialism, he loves democracy, equality and freedom, has excellent core values, and does not want to dedicate his first kneel to such a broken clay statue as soon as he crosses into another world.

Even if there are ghosts and gods in this world, and the master's soul is really not gone, he doesn't believe it, the old man can't even bother to wipe the dust of his statue, and still has the time to raise the bar with himself?

"Ignorance!"

The man's tone was neither yin nor yang, and he reprimanded: "Heaven does not give birth to a master, and eternity is like a long night! If it weren't for his old man, this world would have been destroyed by the Hades King long ago, and you all owe him your life!"

Clams?!

Chen Xian almost choked on saliva.

"Heaven does not give birth to old eight, eternity is like a dung pit" This kind of pretending to be a sentence has long been played rotten in the online literature circle. I never expected that when I arrived in the other world, I could still bump into the same old terrier.

Who made up this script!

He cleared his throat and said, "What's the use of kneeling? I have great respect for the Master, but bowing down to this clay statue will bring him back to life?"

The man was stunned, he didn't expect him to react so quickly.

He continued to reply, the keyboard warrior's fighting spirit was burning, "Remembrance is more important than the form! Is it worth it to freeze to our knees for a worthless false courtesy? Who are we going to play this wilderness?"

He had just come to this world, and he had not experienced the catastrophe of the year, so he did not need to thank his master. If it weren't for seeing the other party's unpredictability, he would have wanted to directly ask a soul torture - do I kneel or not, do you do your bird business?

The mysterious man stared for a moment, and suddenly laughed weirdly, "To kneel or not to kneel, it's your choice." You will understand what you have gained and what you have lost tonight......"

With that, he closed his eyes.

There was silence in the temple.

"In the future?"

Chen Xian picked his nose, a little incomprehensible, "This person is chattering, inexplicable." Listening to his tone, it seems that he can foresee my future in the future?

He gathered his thoughts, brought a pile of firewood to make a fire, and laid a grass nest on the other side of the lobby. After tidying up, the brother and sister sat by the fire, each holding a cooking cake, relatively silent.

The sound of the wind, the rain, and the crackling of firewood are all in the ears, alternating endlessly.

The bonfire of Confucius Temple is swaying.

This night is destined to be long.

I don't know how long it took, the wind outside the temple was sudden, and a black shadow broke in.

The two of them woke up and got up at the same time.

Breaking through the door was a tall monk, with a round general's belly, fierce and mighty. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face is full of meat, and he looks murderous in the light of the fire.

"It's fucking cold!"

Under the gaze of the brother and sister, he walked to the campfire in a hurry, and as if he had returned to his own home, he took off his wet Zen clothes and started the fire.

Feeling the chill from the other party, Chen Xian was excited, and he didn't feel sleepy, "Buddhism says that it is born from the heart, this bald donkey is fierce and vicious, I'm afraid it's not a good bird!"

At this moment, the monk seemed to feel his gaze, and at the same time moved his gaze over, his eyes with a fierce essence, dancing with the flames.

"Spread the grass to the sprinklers!"

"No way!"

Without waiting for his brother to express his position, Chen Yu didn't think about it, and preemptively refused, arguing: "The grass nest is our ......."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!"

Chen Xian hurriedly got up, interrupted her argument, and persuaded: "Since we have woken up, we should give him the place." Farewell!"

He picked up his sister and strode towards the outside of the temple.

A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, this monk is by no means the master of Sven's reasoning, arguing with him, isn't it looking for abuse?

For the sake of backbone and dignity, Chen Xian dared to fight to the death, and would rather bend than bend, but for the sake of the grass nest?

He didn't care about the rainstorm anymore and immediately slipped away.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the monk smiled sympathetically, and the evil light in his eyes became more and more intense, "Slow down!