"Your master?"

Only then did Lin Chen think of Lin Dong's changes, whether it was against the two people from the rivers and lakes at the gate of the thatched house, or against the swordsmanship displayed by Chen Budiao, they were all exquisite.

"Well, my master's name is Xiao Yan. ”

When Lin Dong talked about this master, his face was always filled with a happy smile.

He did learn a lot from this master.

"Xiao Yan?"

Lin Chen silently read the name, and always felt that he had heard it somewhere.

"Then your master should be a martial arts master...... If I have a chance, I would like to meet him......"

Lin Chen said slowly.

"No, he only has seven layers of internal strength now. ”

Lin shook his head and said.

"What? Is he in the temple then?"

Lin Chen had an unbelievable look on his face.

Lin Dong sighed deeply and said, "No, it is estimated that he is almost in the northern disaster area now......

......

Ten days later......

Life is occasionally uneventful, occasionally turbulent......

............

Jinshan Temple began to return to quietness again, except for the incident that Chen Buqun suddenly went up the mountain to shave his head a few days ago and threw himself into the sect of Elder Xiao Yan.

Nothing special anymore.

That stick Xiao Yan also seemed to disappear out of thin air, and disappeared again.

The abbot once again took out a lie like "Xiao Yan was eaten by a tiger again on the mountain" to fool the monks in the temple.

But there are very few people who really believe it.

On the contrary, many monks are rumoring that Xiao Yan took the money and went to the Qinglou to live happily......

Because some pilgrims said that some time ago, they saw monks dressed nondescript monks in what green and what building......

...............

The wind, a thousand kilometers away, was blowing a little stronger than usual.

Elder Huiren had already exchanged all the money for food in Jinshan City, and hired more than a dozen big men to load the food and transport it to the disaster area.

There is no way to do this, because the price of grain in the disaster area is more than 30 times the ordinary price, and this money cannot buy much grain at all.

So it can only be the grain that has passed.

Along the way, there was a lot of dust, eating and sleeping in the open, but Elder Huiren was in a good mood.

Because this batch of food can save at least tens of thousands of people.

On the morning of arriving in the disaster area, it was slightly light, and a small bald head stepped out of the carriage.

It looks like a monk from Jinshan Temple, but the costume is a little strange, and the monk's robe is dyed colorful.

At first glance, he is an immodest monk.

"Hey, where are you a wild monk?"

A dutiful grain carrier man stepped forward and patted the little bald head on the shoulder and continued: "Don't come to make trouble, these grains are all transported to disaster relief, and if you fight it, you will be damned!"

The little monk turned his head with a hippie smile.

The big man's face was not very good-looking, and he raised his fist in front of the little monk, and said demonstratively: "You stay away from the grain, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." ”

"Hey, bro, take it easy, I didn't think about doing anything bad. The tone of the little monk was a little strange, and he felt like he was hanging.

But at this moment, Dahan felt someone tap him on the shoulder.

Dahan turned around and hurriedly said respectfully, "Master Huiren!"

"Well, what's going on?"

Elder Huiren frowned.

"This monk seems to be fetching the idea of food!" The big man hurriedly tilted his head and looked at the little monk and signaled.

Elder Huiren turned his head to look, only to see a familiar bald head come into view.

"Hi...... Elder Huiren...... Long time no see......"

The little monk said with a hippie smile.

"You...... Why did you come along?" asked Elder Huiren with a look of disbelief.

After reacting, Elder Huiren signaled to the big man beside him not to worry, he could go to other work, and he would handle it here.

It's just that the big man still looked at the little monk very vigilantly, and told Huiren with some unease: "This monk doesn't look like a good person, if Elder Huiren needs to shout loudly, we will come over." ”

Elder Huiren nodded a little amusedly, and the big man was willing to leave.

The little monk is none other than Xiao Yan.

With a smile, he took out a booklet from his arms, handed it to Elder Huiren, and said, "Na...... When you go to see Tobe Shoshu, give him this booklet. ”

"Huh?" Elder Huiren frowned, looking at Xiao Yan's two serious dark circles, a little puzzled.

However, he didn't ask much and looked down at the pamphlet.

I saw that there were a few neat fonts written on the cover of the booklet, although they were ugly, but they could make out what the words were.

"Disaster Relief Strategy"

"This ...... You wrote this thing?" Hye-in frowned, completely incredulous.

You must know that Xiao Yan can't write a word in his eyes, and he is a person who only knows how to use three indiscriminate methods.

How can such a person have someone who writes a "disaster relief strategy", such a thing?

However, Xiao Yan's obvious dark circles obviously mean that this booklet should have been written by him who stayed up all night.

Sure enough, I only heard Xiao Yan say with a smile: "Actually, I didn't write it, most of it was plagiarized, I just sorted it out." ”

This Xiao Yan is not wrong, he is indeed plagiarized, but this is a method that combines most of the practical sciences of the world before the time travel.

This thing took Xiao Yan a lot of time, first of all, he had been a volunteer in his last life to the disaster area, such as earthquakes, floods and other natural disasters, although it is different from today's famine, but there are many similarities.

In addition, Xiao Yan also borrowed a lot of books on this subject from the Zangjing Pavilion, so that modern methods can be combined with the actual situation in ancient times.

This booklet took Xiao Yan a full dozen days and a few nights to produce it overnight.

This is just these things, Elder Huiren obviously couldn't know, he just flipped through them casually.

He didn't understand this thing very well, he looked at the catalog, and felt that it was similar to the one in the hand of the Hubu Shangshu, and he wanted to refuse, but he saw Xiao Yan's two dark circles.

I couldn't bear it, so I said a little perfunctorily: "Okay, settle down today, get ready, probably tomorrow to the disaster area, and I'll help you hand it in then." ”

"Hah...... Then I'll go back to sleep......" Xiao Yan yawned tiredly, turned around and was about to get back into the carriage.

"However, this thing may not be able to be seen, so ......"

Elder Huiren behind him continued.

"Got it. Xiao Yan waved his hand and signaled.

Since the matter has been done, if the household is not literate, there is no way.

"Oh...... By the way, remember to let the driver slow down when he catches the car, so as not to affect my sleep......" Xiao Yan said without looking back.

Elder Huiren shook his head and sighed.

Xiao Yan didn't know if it was a bad thing or a good thing when he came over, this guy was the best at making trouble.

I hope he won't mess around, this is different from the Jinshan Temple, after all, this disaster relief is in the imperial court, and if you don't get it right, you will go to prison or lose your life.

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Day 2.

Dozens of horse-drawn wagons carrying grain and grass entered the disaster area.

Elder Huiren took the letter written by the abbot and hurried into the council hall.

It's just that Qin Shirong, the head of the household department, is not there, but Elder Huiren saw a familiar figure.

The man was tall and had a slight beard. The face is square, and the white clothes add a bit of Xianxia's flavor, and the most memorable thing is that his eyes are particularly sharp, as if he can see through everything.

Elder Huiren stepped forward and greeted, "Chen Daxia, the poor monk is polite. ”

This person is the head of the Chen Sword Sect, Chen Bufan.

Chen Bufan smiled and nodded, but his steps were a little hurried: "Master Huiren, I heard Lord Qin say that you have sent a lot of supplies intermittently...... I just saw that you brought a whole fifty truckloads of grain, which is not a small amount......"

"Where is Chen Daxia, these are all donations from the unworthy disciples of Jinshan Temple, and Jinshan Temple can't come up with so much money......" Elder Huiren shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Oh, there are such disciples in Jinshan Temple?" Chen Bufan asked with some interest and confusion.