"Brother Xiao Che, we ...... Do you really want to build this ruined temple?"

Mrs. Chen looked at Xiao Che with some confusion.

"There are a lot of residences under this mountain, and yesterday the flower mother-in-law at the entrance of the village asked me to go to his house to live, since you and I only need to stay until winter, why waste so much effort?"

He asked, puzzled.

This Dragon King Temple was already dilapidated, and it was smashed by him again, and now there is no roof, and it will take a lot of effort to repair it.

"You went down the mountain again yesterday?"

Xiao Che didn't answer Mrs. Chen's question, and asked with a frown.

"Didn't I tell you not to have too much contact with those people down the mountain?"

He glared at Mrs. Chen as he spoke, seeing that Mrs. Chen quickly silenced, glancing at the left side of his eyes and the right side of his eyes, he didn't dare to look directly at Xiao Che.

"You have to remember that you and I are not the same people as these villagers, and too much contact will either harm them or ourselves. ”

Xiao Che warned with a serious face.

This is the lesson he learned from his walk in the Ten States this year, and he doesn't know how many times he has been murdered by these seemingly harmless mortals who have no cultivation along the way, and a few times he was even almost arrested and tortured about the exercises of his own sect.

"Yes...... Well, I was wrong Brother Xiao Che"

Mrs. Chen seemed to want to refute, but he still couldn't help but speak again, he knew his brother's temper, and if he refuted, he would have to be babbled by him all day.

Seeing this, Xiao Che snorted coldly and asked:

"So to repair this temple or not?"

"Brother Xiao Che wants to cultivate, then naturally he has to cultivate!"

Mrs. Chen nodded violently when she heard this, and grinned.

"That's good. ”

Xiao Che also smiled when he heard this, and then rolled up his sleeves and looked at the broken temple road in front of him with his hands on his waist:

"Let's get to work!"

"Okay!"

Mrs. Chen also rolled up her sleeves and crossed her waist in the same way.

The early morning sun shone on the mountainside and covered the two teenagers, accompanied by the steaming golden clouds in the mountains, and the kingfishers singing vividly, and the ground was a vigorous scene, even the dilapidated small temple also grew a little vitality.

If there is only Chen Tai'a who is rough-handed, this temple will never be able to be repaired.

Fortunately, Xiao Che has been well-informed under the influence of his grandfather since he was a child, and he has long known how to repair this dilapidated temple, such as what materials are needed and what methods are used to repair them, and he has long listed the division of labor between him and Chen Tai'a in detail.

For example, although Chen Tai'a is a little thicker, but Zhenyuan is full of amazing strength, a giant wood with a thickness can be held up with one hand, Xiao Che helps him play the line, he can split it with the crow nine in his hand, and make thick planks according to Xiao Che's requirements.

Originally, Xiao Che was ready to help him clean up the mess, but he didn't expect that once this Chen Tai'a started to do things seriously, he would be even more focused than him.

So the two teenagers ran up and down the mountain every day with great energy, and it took about half a month to finally complete the repair of this dilapidated small temple.

At the moment of completion, Mrs. Chen was as happy as a little that had just learned to fly, and happily ran back and forth around the small temple several times until she was stopped by Xiao Che, who couldn't stand it.

"Our home is finally leaking!"

Mrs. Chen happily jumped up and down the small temple.

Xiao Che on the side was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then pursed his lips with feeling.

"Only monks take the temple as their home, don't you want to be a monk?"

He glanced at Mrs. Chen, and after speaking, he casually tore a rag from the statue in front of him, and then revealed a newly repaired statue of the Dragon King.

"Wow, Brother Xiao Che, you have also repaired this statue of the Dragon King!"

Chen Tai'a said with some incredulity, when he looked at the statue in front of him, it was not the same thing at all from the statue that had lost half of his head.

"Just fix it, make a fuss about it. ”

Xiao Che pouted and said disapprerovingly, but the smugness in his eyes flashed.

Whether this statue of the Dragon Lord is repaired or not is not very important to the two of them, but Xiao Che's personality always likes to be perfect and can not see a single flaw, and he can't bear the fact that there is a tattered statue in the renovated temple, so he did not hesitate to spend a lot of time repairing him, but fortunately, he already has calligraphy, painting and carving skills, and it is not difficult to do this.

"Brother Xiao Che, you said that the demon dragon who crossed the river after the winter solstice, could it be him? ”

Chen Tai'a pointed to the statue of the dragon king in front of him with some curiosity.

"There are good and evil in man, and dragons are also divided into good and evil, and not all dragons can be kings. ”

Xiao Che said lightly.

"Brother Xiao Che knows so much, can you tell me the story of this demon dragon?"

Chen Tai'a's curiosity came up all of a sudden, so she pulled Xiao Che and asked him to tell him about the demon dragon.

If it was before, Xiao Che would definitely refuse, but looking at the renovated Dragon King Temple, and Chen Tai'a has worked a lot of hard work in the past half a month, he still decided to satisfy Chen Tai'a.

However, he was not in a hurry to say, but first asked Mrs. Chen to put the pot of fish soup stew on the ground, and then took the wild boar and rabbit meat that he had beaten a few days ago, carefully skewered it and roasted it by the fire, and then moved a small stool around the fire and said unhurriedly.

"There were originally two versions of this demon dragon, one from the folk mortal legend, and the other was what my grandfather saw when he traveled to ten states when he was young, which one do you want to hear?"

Xiao Che asked.

"I'm going to listen to both!"

Mrs. Chen raised her hands excitedly.

"Let's start with the legends that come from the mortals around here. ”

Xiao Che didn't bother to argue with him, so he continued:

"It is rumored that a silver dragon, because of the violation of the dragon precepts, was cut off by the dragon king, expelled from the dragon clan, and finally lived in ten states. This silver dragon has a grudge in his heart, so he slaughtered in ten states, and his favorite thing is to eat the baby and the virgin in the boudoir, and every place will inevitably cause trouble, but fortunately, hundreds of years ago, a wandering Taoist defeated it and finally trapped in this North Sea, only allowing him to come out for one day every year when the North Sea is frozen on the winter solstice. Before this day, the villagers at the foot of the mountain would kill chickens and cows for him to eat, and then hide at home in the hope that he would leave, a custom that continues to this day. ”

"This silver dragon is the demon dragon you and I'm looking for?"

Mrs. Chen suddenly understood, and then asked.

"That's right. ”

Xiao Che nodded.

"Then the story that Grandpa Xiao heard is also about this dragon?"

Mrs. Chen asked.

"That's right. ”

Xiao Che nodded again.

"What about Grandpa Xiao's story?

Mrs. Chen said eagerly.

"The story my grandfather told was simpler. ”

Xiao Che said as he turned over the barbecue meat next to the fire and sprinkled some salt.