Lao Zhang's noodle restaurant is overcrowded, mostly villagers from nearby villages who come to the market, with an average age of about 50 years old.

They quickly glanced at the nondescript Ling Bai, lowered their heads and did not speak. It turned out that the noisy environment was silenced by his arrival.

"Folks, you can tell me if you have any difficulties. For example, if the village is haunted, bandits are rampant, widows knock on doors, or even wild boars from the mountains come into the village to make trouble, you can tell me. Ling Bai, the abbot of the Langda Temple next door, will give you the most intimate and comfortable service. Ling Bai walked into the noodle restaurant and said loudly with a shy face.

"Hey, Xiao Ling, what are you doing?" Lao Zhang walked out of the back kitchen with a kitchen knife and asked with an unkind look.

"I'll help you liven up the atmosphere. Ling Bai smiled awkwardly and took two steps back quietly, he felt that the knife in Lao Zhang's hand seemed to be a little impatient.

Lao Zhang followed two steps forward, raised the kitchen knife, looked directly at Ling Bai's eyes with a solemn face, and said in a loud voice: "Xiao Ling, let Uncle take a look, this knife in Uncle's hand slashes demons and demons, and kills ghosts and monsters." Let me slash and the demon in your head will come out. ”

"I kind of left beforehand. Ling Bai retreated and quickly disappeared into the noodle shop.

Lao Zhang touched the knife in his hand and said to himself: "Just let me cut it, why do young people like to run with a ghost on their backs." He looked up, and dozens of eyes around him looked at him in surprise.

"Haha, folks, this is an active atmosphere show launched by our store, thank you for watching, if it's okay, I'll make a face. He scratched his head, snorted, and turned and slipped into the kitchen.

Back in the store, Ling Bai took off his battle robe, judging from the situation just now, it was not suitable to wear the battle robe outside. Almost everyone in the town has reached a consensus that the temple cannot be broken, and if he forcibly makes people believe it, the final result will only be counterproductive.

It has only been a few days since the awakening of the Rota Temple, and he is indeed a little anxious.

After thinking about it, I put the monk's robe back on, and added a knitted sweater to the outside, which looked a lot more normal. It is not only insulated but also does not affect the appearance.

went out and took two golden saints from a nearby convenience store, bought two catties of apples, and Ling Bai strode towards the middle school.

Last time, I said that I would see Mr. Zhong often, but now I happen to be free. The old man has no children and no daughters, he is close, and it is good to chat with him for a while.

From afar, he saw Mr. Zhong moving a stool and sitting at the school gate, smoking a dry cigarette, looking like he was out of the world.

"Teacher Zhong, is there a fairy in the sky?" Ling Bai asked with a smile as he stepped forward quickly with something in his hand.

"Isn't it normal to have fairies? You kid don't watch the news?" Teacher Zhong glanced at Ling Bai and continued to look into the air, "Didn't the news say that theoretically, the masters of the Great Heaven Rank could fly to the sky and move mountains and reclaim the sea? What are they not fairies?"

Ling Bai was choked speechless, in the eyes of ordinary people, the one who could fly around in the sky was already an immortal-level figure. Putting down the fruit and cigarettes, he followed Teacher Zhong's line of sight to the sky, and said with a wry smile: "You also said that it is theoretical, how can there be any master of the great heaven now, and it is too late to cultivate from the mother's womb." ”

"Who knows? Teacher Zhong smiled mysteriously, opened the plastic bag, glanced inside, and said to himself: "You kid is quite conscientious. ”

"Everything is about cause and effect. The cause you planted in the past is the fruit you receive today. "Ling Bai is always in the Amway Landa Temple.

"I'm afraid you're the wrong person, your parents sent you to school, it's your cause, and it has nothing to do with the old man. Teacher Zhong hit the nail on the head, "Besides, I didn't teach you anything." I'm just a regular PE teacher. ”

"Ordinary? An ordinary physical education teacher can lead our school team to the provincial league finals that year? Your basketball coaching level is not something that an ordinary physical education teacher can have. ”

"Hehe, it's a pity, you were a good seedling, if it weren't for your parents' insistence, maybe you could have entered the provincial team. ”

"If you want to enter, you will enter the national team, and I will not go to the provincial team. ”

"Fart, don't weigh yourself. Teacher Zhong smiled and asked, "Do you still play?"

Ling Bai was stunned, "It's been a long time since I stopped fighting." ”

"It's a pity. Teacher Zhong said again.

Both of them fell into a long memory, and were relatively speechless for a while.

Teacher Zhong took out a small transparent plastic bag containing tobacco shreds, tore the paper and rolled it up and handed it to Ling Bai, "Taste it?"

"The old mountain smoke is not used to it. Ling Bai waved his hand again and again, took out his own cigarette and lit one, "Have you ever thought about finding a wife? My grandmother knows a lot of old ladies who dance square dances, and she can introduce you to everywhere." You're all sports enthusiasts, and you should have something in common. ”

"They're all sports enthusiasts? People dance and I play, should I talk to them about how to play? Don't think I'm an old hooligan and scratch my face. ”

"Playing ball?" The corners of Ling Bai's mouth twitched, can that be called playing ball? The balls are all shriveled and out of gas, and they can't play yet, can they play?

An old man and a young man were smoking cigarettes, and after a while, the bell rang for the end of class.

Ling Bai glanced at his phone, yo, it was 12 o'clock in a flash.

"Dele, I'll go back to dinner first, or my grandma will have to ravage me again. After squatting for a long time, Ling Bai felt that his legs were a little numb. She got up and stretched, and was about to say goodbye when a figure under the tree on the right side of the school gate caught her attention.

"What are you doing? If you want to go back, you can leave quickly, and I don't have anything to eat here. Teacher Zhong carried Ling Bai's filial fruit cigarette, followed his gaze, and frowned, "That person is a student's parent. Her daughter had her throat cut. ”

"Well, I've heard of it. Ling Bai recognized that under the tree was the mother of the victim Zhu Liping.

Zhu Liping's mother stood under the tree, half of her body hidden in the trunk, staring at the school gate quietly with her head exposed.

"It's a poor man, too. Why do you think that the current student temperament is so great? Teacher Zhong sighed and walked into the guard room.

At the same time, the faces of the students dressed in blue and white school uniforms flashed with youthful smiles, and they flocked out from all directions in groups of threes and twos, laughing and playing.

Mr. Zhong has to experience such a scene every day, but after a slight glance to ensure that there will be no safety hazards caused by crowd pushing, he lowered his head and began to watch today's Qiancheng Morning Post.

The front page of the newspaper continued from the previous issue, with a detailed analysis of the martial arts skills of the two masters.

Mr. Zhong watched with relish, just like squatting in front of a bookstall selling pirated books and reading martial arts novels when he was a child.

In the distance, under the tree, Zhu Liping's mother burst into tears and involuntarily walked towards the crowd of students.