After lunch, there was nothing to do in the afternoon, Feng Yuan wrote a novel at home to cultivate, and his cultivation was too low, so he had to improve his cultivation quickly, otherwise once he encountered trouble like last night, Feng Yuan would have no choice.

After writing for an afternoon, after the cultivation was completed, it was already night, Feng Yuan came out of the house, stretched his waist, touched his stomach, it was empty, after practicing, Feng Yuan didn't do anything coolie on weekdays, but his stomach was very hungry.

Hu Xiao was still cooking, and Feng Yuan looked at the brilliant sunset in the west, which was very beautiful, so he went out of the house and walked towards the west of the back of the village, enjoying the sunset and the surrounding scenery at the same time.

In this era, the better place than the earth is that the environment is very beautiful, pollution-free, and it is sweet to breathe a breath of air, Feng Yuan now has money in his hands, and his house has been repaired, so he cultivates and cultivates like this every day, walks around the village, and has a carefree life, this kind of pension life is also very good, but it is a little lonely.

While walking, Feng Yuan looked around, at this moment, when Feng Yuan looked like the rich man in the village, Feng Yuanwai's house, he suddenly found a burst of black smoke lingering above Feng Yuanwai's house, this black smoke is not smoke from the fire, but a very other kind of black smoke, just like the kind of black smoke released from Lan Qirou's body, it should be said that it is ghostly.

"What happened to this Feng Yuanwai's house, why is there such a strong ghost aura?" Feng Yuan looked at it and said secretly in his heart.

Just thinking about it, at this time, there was a sound of a woman crying on the side of the hill behind him, Feng Yuan immediately turned his head to look when he heard it, and saw that a group of people walked out of the hillside path, as if they were carrying something.

When he walked to the front, Feng Yuan saw clearly, four or five people were carrying a person, swept by the grass, and he couldn't see who it was, and a woman with a child cried and cried.

Feng Yuan recognized it, this is Feng Dazhu's wife and children, this Feng Dazhu is also a scholar, dozens of years older than Feng Yuan, but his knowledge is much worse than Feng Yuan, and he has been admitted for many years, and he has not been admitted to Xiucai.

"Sister-in-law, what's going on?" Feng Yuan looked at and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"Woo...... My father-in-law went out the day before yesterday and didn't come back, and today someone found him in the temple of the saint on the hillside behind, and he has been dead for two days.

Feng Dazhu's wife looked at it and cried.

"Ah, Brother Dazhu is dead, how did he die?" Feng Yuan was shocked when he heard this.

"I don't know, most of them are starving to death, woo!" Feng Dazhu's wife cried.

Feng Yuan listened with regret for a while, reached out and took out a string of copper coins and stuffed them into Feng Dazhu's wife's hand and said, "Sister-in-law, mourning, I met Brother Dazhu once, this is a little bit of my heart, please accept it!"

"Woo...... Thank you Feng Yuan, thank you so much, thank you, sister-in-law knelt down for you!" Feng Dazhu's wife said gratefully, and was about to kneel down as she spoke, but Feng Yuan hurriedly stopped her.

"Sister-in-law, no, hurry up and go back to take care of Dazhu's funeral!" Feng Yuan looked at Feng Dazhu's wife and said.

Immediately Feng Dazhu's wife and his party left, Feng Yuan turned around and looked at the mountain behind him, halfway up the hill, there was a saint temple, very dilapidated, Feng Yuan also went there when he was a child, that gloomy, very scary, according to legend, it was very prosperous before, the students worshiped before the exam, it must be high school, but then one night, the saint temple was suddenly struck by lightning and collapsed in half, and the saint statue was also split in half.

In the future, no one will worship anymore, and it is rumored that the saint blessed too many students in high school, disrupted the order, and offended the heavens, which is the heavens who punished the saints.

Since then, no one has gone to worship, and gradually it has become a barren mountain and a wild temple, and a paradise for all kinds of animals.

Feng Dazhu died inexplicably in the Sage Temple, Feng Yuan thought to himself, I am afraid that Feng Dazhu has repeatedly failed the exam, and he wants to go to the Sage Temple to worship and be blessed, but he didn't think of an accident.

"Childe, Childe, it's time to eat!"

At this time, Hu Xiao's voice came from a distance, Feng Yuan turned his head to look, and saw Hu Xiao happily jumping towards him.

"What's so happy?" Feng Yuan said as he looked at Hu Xiaoxiao.

"Hehe, didn't you notice it, childe?"

"What did you find?"

"Look at the slave's head?"

Feng Yuan glanced at it, it turned out that the little girl had brought the newly bought silver hairpin, no wonder she was so happy.

"Yes, with a good listen!" Feng Yuan praised.

"Really, great, great!" Hu Xiao said happily, jumping up on the spot, just like an ordinary little girl, she couldn't tell that this was a fox spirit who had cultivated for thousands of years.

Feng Yuan looked at the happy Hu Xiao, and thought to himself that he was actually not lonely.

It soon darkened, and the two went home.

After dinner, the weather was hot, Feng Yuan and Hu Xiao moved chairs to cool off in the courtyard, Feng Yuan lay comfortably on the bamboo chair, and Hu Xiao massaged Feng Yuan in the back.

In the past few days, Feng Yuan has been teaching Hu Xiao the ability to kill horses and chickens in his previous life, Hu Xiao is ingenious, and he learns quickly, and he has almost reached the level of the club.

"Xiaoxiao, left, be vigorous!"

"Okay, Childe!"

Enjoying Hu Xiao's horse slaughter, Feng Yuan thought to himself, it would be great if he had another glass of cold beer, but unfortunately no, there was not even ice.

"Feng Yuan, Feng Yuan......"

was enjoying it, at this time, there was a shouting sound from outside the courtyard, and then two people walked in from outside, one old and one young, old with a white beard, sixty or seventy years old, the younger one was not a few years older than Feng Yuan, and both of them were white clothes all their lives.

Feng Yuan hurriedly got up when he heard this, and when he saw it, it turned out to be Feng Changshun, an old talent from his village's private school, and Feng Hanyun, a fellow villager who had studied with him.

"The student has seen the teacher!" Feng Yuan looked at the old talent Feng Changshun and hurriedly packed his luggage, when he was a child, Feng Yuan's reading enlightenment teacher was in Feng Changshun.

"Feng Yuan, you came back just in time, go with the teacher!" Feng Changshun looked at Feng Yuan and smiled happily.

"That's right, Feng Yuan, you can be regarded as earning it this time, come with us!" Feng Hanyun also said.

"Let's go, where are you going?" Feng Yuan looked at the two of them, looking confused.

"Naturally, I went to listen to the master's lecture, this is about to take the exam, you have to listen carefully, go!" Saying that, Feng Changshun didn't care whether Feng Yuan agreed or not, took Feng Yuan's hand and walked out.

"No, teacher, wait......"

"What are you waiting for, there is no store in this village after that, but hurry up, there will be no place if you go late!" Feng Changshun said solemnly.

"Yes, let's go and occupy a place early!" Feng Hanyun also nodded, and also pulled Feng Yuan out.

Feng Yuan looked at Feng Changshun and Feng Hanyun, he was too enthusiastic and embarrassed to refuse, so he turned his head and shouted at Hu Xiao: "Xiaoxiao, I'll go back!"

"Okay, Childe, be careful, come back early, the slave is waiting for you to come back!" Hu Xiao replied.

Immediately, Feng Yuan followed the two out of the courtyard and walked towards the back of the village, all the way in the dark, Feng Yuan couldn't see the road clearly, but Feng Changshun and Feng Hanyun pulled Feng Yuan forward as if they had eyes on the soles of their feet.

"Teacher, isn't this the way into the mountain, are we going wrong?" Feng Yuan asked suspiciously.

"How could we be wrong, we just went this way!" Feng Changshun said with a smile.

"Yes, Feng Yuan, the master is giving a lecture at the Sage Temple, we have to hurry up, there will be no place if we go late!"

Feng Hanyun pointed to the Sage Temple on the top of the mountain, Feng Yuan took a look, and found that there was a fire on the side of the Sage Temple, obviously someone was there.

Feng Yuan remembered in his mind that in the evening, Feng Dazhu died in the Sage Temple, which was a bit ominous.