If he had a choice, Feng Lin was not sure if he would start this journey again.

It was a good, good experience.

And his harvest has benefited far-reaching.

Whether it's traversal or online, it's already familiar.

It's just that this time the crossing prefix is slightly longer than Feng Linwan imagined.

Maybe it's because the world is too dangerous and he needs more to hide.

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Sunlight shines through the broken roof on the uneven and dilapidated stone slabs, and under the sunlight an old monk in shabby clothes is concentrating on carving a strangely shaped round stone, about the size of a thumb, although he takes great pains, it seems to be limited to a limited level, and the round stone side is only faintly fiddling with the image of a Buddha.

It is said that it is a Buddha, in fact, it is too reluctant, if it is not for the person who carved this stone, not an old monk, it is impossible for people to associate it with the Buddha.

A little monk squatted aside, holding a hot roasted sweet potato in his hand, eating happily.

A piece of sweet potato went down his stomach, and he wiped the black ash on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve casually, and stretched out his hand to the remaining other piece.

"Smack!"

The stone that had been carefully carved by the old monk for a morning undoubtedly smashed on the little monk's hand, and the little monk who was in pain gasped for air.

"Kid! quitting greed is the essence of cultivating Buddhism!" the old monk said seriously, but quickly snatched the sweet potato from the little monk's hand, and then took a bite of it, and the whole old face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum suddenly soothed in an instant.

"Master, you keep using this trick, and now you can't bluff people!" the little monk picked up the polished stone on the ground and said a little depressed.

The old monk dragged the stone back, wiped the place on the stone that had just been wiped with the sleeve of the coarse cloth, and said angrily: "Boy, the teacher knows that you look down on this craft, but it is not to boast for the teacher, this is indeed a serious art of turning stones into gold, and if you inherit the mantle of being a teacher in the future, this craft is indispensable." ”

The little monk rolled his eyes, noncommittal.

In Hongye Town, there is a rich man called Zhen Youcai, who has thousands of acres of fertile land, and his waist is wrapped around ten thousand, and he is really rich.

And now the old monk is taking his apprentice and standing straight in front of Zhen Youcai's carriage.

"Go, send a few copper plates, and drive them away!"

The old monk took the two copper plates handed over by the butler without changing his face, and then bowed with his hands slightly towards Zhen Youcai's carriage.

At this time, the stone carved Buddha statue in his arms fell out and made a crisp sound on the ground.

The old monk's complexion changed greatly, and the little monk beside him moved quickly, stepped forward to pick up the stone carved Buddha, and carefully held it in the palm of his hand.

"What is it? Bring it to me!" Zhen Youcai sat in the carriage, his face was not revealed, and he did not make a sound, only the housekeeper made a sound.

The old monk quickly snatched the stone carved Buddha from the little monk's hand, put it into his arms, and then took out a jade carved Buddha statue with a beautiful style, and handed it to the butler.

Looking at the jade Buddha statue in the old monk's hand, he remained silent, but said in a cold tone: "Not bad! Give you a hundred taels, sir, please go back, but... It also needs to be added. ”

Several surrounding homes have been faintly surrounded. Although Zhen Youcai occasionally has a good heart, his kindness is limited, and his greed is unlimited.

The old monk's face was bitter, and he hesitantly took out the stone carved Buddha again, and then handed it out.

The butler snatched it away, and did not look closely, and at the same time handed the jade carving and the stone Buddha statue into the carriage together.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted.

The next middle-aged man who was richly dressed but emaciated was born.

"What a monk, so he made a mystery and covered the stone Buddha with the jade Buddha, so he wanted to exchange the stone Buddha for real money. Zhen Youcai said.

Hmmm... ！

Everyone guessed wrong!

Feng Linwan is neither an old monk nor a young monk.

It's Zhen Youcai!

The richest man in Red Leaf Town, a hillbilly rich man.

Of course that was before, and now... At least Ruizi, he is a time-traveler from the Galactic Age.

Feng Linwan was also very strange, why he was separated from her even though he was traveling online with Bai Xiaotian.

Feng Linwan had already arranged for someone to go to Shili and Eight Towns to post notices, with the code he had agreed with Bai Xiaotian.

If Bai Xiaotian sees it, she will follow the notice to find it.

A pair of monks and apprentices who were abducted and deceived used a jade Buddha and a stone Buddha to play some tricks to cheat money.

This is a trivial matter, Feng Lin Wan didn't care about it.

But when he held the stone Buddha, he always felt a little different.

Although in terms of material value, the stone Buddha and the jade Buddha are not the same.

"Amitabha, donor, stone Buddha or jade Buddha, there is no difference. Just see how we look at it. This stone Buddha is more valuable to the poor monks, of course it is more precious, this jade Buddha is just a utensil in the eyes of the poor monks, so of course it is not worth anything. The old monk clasped his hands together unhurriedly and said to Feng Linwan.

Feng Linwan held a Buddha statue in one hand and looked at it in the sun.

After thinking about it, he suddenly returned the Jade Buddha to the old monk, and then said to the butler, "Go! ”

The butler's face was different, but he didn't have any big words, so he went directly to the back of the carriage and took out five hundred taels of snowflake silver from the box.

Under the sun, snow-white silver with a dazzling halo.

The little monk pursed his lips, looking a little excited.

Feng Linwan suddenly glanced at the little monk, and the fingers under the sleeve robe couldn't help but tremble.

"Oh my God! this is the fucking Hongfu Qitian, what is the origin of this little monk? Is it so bullshit?" Feng Linwan was expressionless, as if waiting for the old monk's reply.

If the old monk greedily took five hundred taels of silver, then his image of a high monk would be shattered immediately.

Although Feng Linwan lost five hundred taels of silver, silver was nothing to Feng Linwan. He used five hundred taels as a pathfinding stone, and he did not lose anything.

If the old monk refused, then Feng Lin Wan would continue to have a trick.

In any case, this pair of masters and apprentices is not simple.

"No matter how the old monk is, I have to think of a way to keep the little monk!" Although he is a rich man, his understanding of this world is limited to one county. And according to what Bai Xiaotian said before, the vastness of this world is beyond imagination.

Originally, Feng Lin was still worried about how to start.

Now that there is an 'adventure' sent to the door, of course you have to think about it.

"Thanks to the benefactor's love, the old monk is well deserved, and a stone Buddha is worth a little money. It only takes three or two to suffice!" The old monk was still very calm, untouched by the money.

If it weren't for his eyes, which kept drifting on the snow-white silver, it would have been more convincing.

"Yo he! It seems that he thought he had hit a fat sheep, and he wanted to cut the meat with a blunt knife, little by little?" The expression on Feng Linwan's face gradually turned into reverence, and he looked at the old monk with some admiration.