Luo Hou's words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, which suddenly made all the Taoist priests on the scene stunned, and then they didn't move, and no one continued to ask questions.

He also found it boring, so he simply left here and went to have fun by himself. And this time I walked around and walked to the market area, intending to see what good things were there, trying to have fun picking up leaks.

It's a pity that after all, it's a person who has eaten "abalone", and these "small fish and shrimp" in front of him really can't make him interested, these things are too rubbish. Occasionally, there were a few good elixirs, but because of the carelessness of the pickers, those elixirs were seriously damaged.

But what made him speechless the most was that there was such a guy who deliberately wore a mask on his face, but openly sold his own elixir. This person Luo Hou doesn't have to guess, he can think of him as Chen Bufan with his heels, could it be that this guy didn't come with him, it turned out to be for this.

Chen Bufan also seemed to see Luo Hou, and the other party's casual smile made him a little flustered and helpless at the same time. Although this elixir is good, for him now, he needs something else.

Luo Hou shook his head and didn't continue to stop in front of the other party's shop, since he had already given them the three pills, they naturally had the right to deal with them. As for him shaking his head, the other party should know his character, and if there is a problem, he can ask himself for help, but he didn't.

Continuing to walk in the bazaar, all of a sudden, he saw an old man. There is an antiquity in front of the other party, and then there is a standing card, and there is nothing else.

The old man looked not young, and his body was slightly rickety, but he still insisted on straightening his waist. The clothes on his body were very plain, and even had a few patches, which looked out of place in this crowd. But at this time, he stood there, like a javelin, tough and powerful.

The whole street market was bustling with activity, except for him, where two or three people occasionally stopped, but when they saw the words on the sign again, they shook their heads and left. As for that antiquity, not too many people cared about it at all, this kind of thing may be valuable, but it is not worth anything in this circle.

And what made him feel strange was that the other party was not a cultivator, nor was he a person in the ancient martial arts circle, let alone a high-ranking official or the like. But the other party was able to enter this place, the face full of vicissitudes of life was full of stories, and the standing body showed the identity of the other party.

This is a veteran, a military man.

Luo Hou couldn't help but step forward curiously, wanting to see what was written on the other party's standing card, why so many people could only shake their heads after reading it, and then left.

"Summoning spirits!!"

The two big characters suddenly made Luo Hou's interest even stronger. The so-called summoning spirits generally refers to the means by which Taoist priests use means to summon the souls of the underworld. And according to the Taoist cultivator's cultivation, the souls of the underworld that can be summoned are also different.

And the old man in front of him, the number of people who want to summon spirits is a bit large, and it is a bit far away. Therefore, even if you are a Taoist priest with advanced cultivation, I am afraid it is difficult to achieve this level, even if you are the head of the Taoist sect today, you have insufficient energy.

"The old man's name is Fan Yuanyang, a veteran who participated in the liberation battlefield, and he is 89 years old this year. I heard from the master that he has been coming here every year since ten years ago, putting up such a sign, hoping to find someone who can help him recall those comrades-in-arms who died in a foreign land. ”

A voice suddenly sounded behind him, and Luo Hou turned to look, but a slick head appeared in front of him. This person is the monk he met in the Miaofa Temple before, Fa Ming.

"Oh, then why doesn't your master help others, I remember that your Buddhist family seems to be overdoing it!"

Seeing an acquaintance, Luo Hou couldn't help asking. Although there are some differences between summoning spirits and transcendence, depending on the old man's wishes, both are actually okay, he only hopes that his comrades-in-arms can go home!!

"Amitabha, the master can't do anything, the huge amount of this project can be imagined, even if all the senior monks in the Shaolin Temple gather, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do this level. ”

Luo Hou squinted his eyes slightly, and didn't say anything, just looked at the old man in front of him lightly, with a cold face that was neither happy nor sad, and already had that loveless expression. Perhaps, before he died, he just hoped to see his comrades return.

"Do you know? The old man actually receives a state allowance every month, not even less, which is enough for his own expenses, but he still picks up garbage and goods every month in exchange for some meager money. ”

He is said to have split his monthly allowance into three equal parts, the largest part of which will be sent to the families of his former teammates, unless the other party's family is gone. And the other part is donated to the society, to give some children who can't afford to read, a chance to read. In the end, the meager money below zero is used at his own expense, buying newspapers and books. ”

Fa Ming was talking to himself there, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to Luo Hou. This kind of helpless behavior really made Luo Hou a little helpless.

Although he basically did not believe in the existence of gods and Buddhas, after hearing about this place, he climbed up the mountain early at this time of year and waited for the opening of the assembly here. Then set up such a sign, hoping to find a master who can help him, even if this master is an existence that he didn't want to believe in before. ”

Luo Hou squinted his eyes slightly, looked at Fa Ming quietly, finished the last sentence, and then said lightly: "You said so much, what do you want to do!!"

"Huh, I asked the master before, is there anyone in this world who can help this veteran, but the master only said one word. Within Huaxia, only Luo Houkol. ”

Fa Ming looked the other party in the eyes, and then said word by word, "I hope you can help him!!"

Luo Hou smiled slightly, these monks are really, all of them are so "hypocritical". I obviously want to ask myself for help, why don't you just say it, and there are so many stories, don't you know that the stories they tell are vivid at all.

Without further ado, he stepped forward, then bent down and picked up the antiquity that had been placed on the ground, no, rather a medallion. It's just that it hasn't been cleaned and wiped for a long time, but it looks like an antiquity.

"Old man, it's good to give me this medal!!"

Fan Yuanyang was slightly stunned, looked at the young man in front of him, and chose to nod for some reason. And after nodding, he began to panic, if this thing was taken by the other party, he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to take out a medal in exchange for other people's help.

But soon, he saw that the young man had not only taken the medal, but also the standing plaque, and then left a few faint words.

"See you at eight o'clock tonight, see you at the top of the mountain at ten miles!!"