"Uncle, how many people do you want!" Kong Li slapped his chest with a thumping sound, "Don't say more, there are always seventeen or eighteen." ”

Su Fu said with a smile: "I know that you are reliable! There are six or seven enough, so call them here first, so that they can eat a full meal, and then take care of it." ”

"Okay, you wait!" Kong Li trotted out.

The shopkeeper Li Zhong and Ran Tang both fell to their knees: "Emperor Xuan is above, and he is worshiped by the villain......"

In the eyes, there is a lot of fanaticism. In such a remote place as the Mirage Islands, there were such devout believers, Su Fu was a little surprised.

The two were not monks, but they were extremely loyal to the Xuanmen.

"You two are very good," Su Fu's face was indifferent, "This Fahua holds a Garan Festival, such a big event, how can I never hear of it, Xuanmen sent you two here, is there any other use?"

Li Zhong hurriedly said: "Villain, how dare the villain hide it, I reported it to the sect leader as early as a year ago." ”

Su Fu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said thoughtfully: "Jialan Puja, did you prepare for it years ago?"

"To be sure, there were signs three years ago. Li Zhong said, as if he was a little scared, and his voice trembled slightly, "One day three years ago, the floating islands of the mirage suddenly shook, and the end of the world came. The tremors lasted for two days and nights, and it was discovered that the originally scattered islands were all connected in one place. Since then, every once in a while, there will always be monks from the Fahua Outer Hall, leading some strange men out of the city, most in March and May, and at least in January and February. ”

Since then, there have been fewer pilgrims from the surrounding towns, and to this day, there is not a single pilgrimage. ”

Su Fu thought for a while and said, "I heard that tens of thousands of people died in Fahua City a month ago, what is going on?"

When they heard this, they were even more frightened. The guy who ran the hall said in a trembling voice: "The little one has never seen it in person, I heard that it was a disaster, the carriage transported into the city overturned, and the demon was released, and everyone went crazy and killed each other......"

"Killing, beating, smashing, burning, robbing...... Later they all died. Li Zhonghou said fearfully, "Fortunately, we didn't go out on the street at that time, otherwise we would definitely die." Many who are not insane, as long as they are present, also die afterwards. ”

Su Fu's expression was faint, and he said, "In the past three years, have there been any foreign monks?"

"Yes, but the casual retreat in the city suddenly disappeared without a trace one day two years ago. Most of the people who have come since have done the same. ”

Li Zhong recalled: "I remember that a year ago, there was a terrible monk, who said that he was the cave master of a mountain, and no one was his opponent in the virtual realm. He stayed at this inn for less than two days, but he disappeared. ”

"When was the last Festival?"

"Emperor Xuan didn't know, this Garan Dharma was held once in eighty Jiazi, and at that time, the villain's previous life had not yet been born......

Su Fu said coldly: "It was held eighty years ago, there is no record from the outside world, there are always classics in Fahua City to record this matter, and the locals don't know about it?"

Li Zhong was slightly stunned and said, "What you said is true. The villain has investigated, and the history of the city records that there are only these eighty years of Jiazi, and what happened before is not a word. ”

"Has anyone in the city ever been out?"

Li Zhong shook his head violently and said, "Since three years ago, the senior monks of the Fahua Sect have issued a strict order not to allow us to leave the city. ”

"Where does the food come from, and what do the animals eat?"

"In the middle of each year, there is a month of warmth, when the residents of the city will plant the rice provided by the monks under the guidance of the monks of the Lotus Outer Hall, and it will bear fruit in a few days, and in a month of hard work, they can fill the barns and eat for a year or two. ”

"When did this start?"

"Three years ago, after the lockdown was issued!"

The more I inquired, the more strange I felt. I remember that Xiaoxiang swore to him that the Garan Puja was a day to worship the Buddhas of the Holy Realm. It is said that there is no place to worship the Buddhas of the Holy Realm, and everyone in the world can come to watch the ceremony. Is it spread by someone with a heart, or is it the only anomaly this year?

Su Fu began to hesitate in his heart, the Fahua Sect obviously did not want this secret to be spread to the outside world, if he insisted on finding out, he was afraid that the revenge would not be avenged, so he put himself in first.

Thinking of this, he sighed slightly in his heart, no matter when, no matter how he cultivated, he was still a little less happy.

Thinking of happiness, Chu Yuhuan's words suddenly sounded in his ears: Spring rain cooks wine, frost grass is unexpected.

He was humble, but he never bowed his head, and he once bent his body for fear of making a mistake, but he never bent his waist. Only by being happy can you sweep away the spirit in your chest, and you are afraid of the road and not sword cultivation!

After all, it is difficult to settle!

Thinking of the babies in the pot, his chest stirred, and he couldn't help but snort coldly.

The kneeling duo was taken aback.

Su Fu came back to his senses, slowly calmed down, and said warmly: "Fang Cai has a misunderstanding, don't kneel, get up." Li Zhong, you go to the city to find a Danqing painter, something to order!--You go and prepare some more food, just do more. ”

The two of them went to their own orders.

Su Fu sat quietly for a while, and then he heard the noise outside the inn, and saw about 20 beggars, big and small, pouring in like a swarm.

"Uncle choose me, choose me ......"

"No...... Don't choose him, he's a cripple, choose me, choose me......"

"Your mother's is a cripple, your whole family is a cripple, your mother's ......"

"Both...... Shut up...... Seeing that there was going to be a fight, Kong Li squeezed out of the crowd and yelled at them twice, "Whoever makes a noise again, get out, what the uncle said ......"

There was a sudden silence in the inn.

Su Fu secretly praised him for his cleverness and said, "Don't make any noise, choose a seat by yourself, fill your stomach first and then take care of it." ”

Twenty or so beggars, big and small, cheered, and each went to choose a seat, looking at the back hall.

At this time, the guy who ran the hall came out with a large basket of steamed buns and lifted the curtain, and when he saw more than 20 beggars, he couldn't help but be startled. He didn't know Su Fu's plan, and he didn't dare to ask, so he only worked hard to bring all kinds of food up, and sure enough.

Not long after, Li Zhong led a painter back, Su Fu led him to the upstairs room, and he dictated, the painter spread out the drawing paper, painted meticulously for a while, and suddenly said in surprise: "Oh, isn't this painting Zen Master Songtao?"

Su Fu suddenly stared and said lightly: "Mr. recognizes him." ”

The painter was about forty years old, wearing a square mountain crown, a dark robe, and a double flower and seven steps on his feet. Twisted the mustache on his face, and said with a soft laugh: "A few days ago, the Buddha parade, in the class, ranked below the living Buddha, is the wonderful Zen master, appeared to say the Dharma, a wonderful Zen skillful said, in the next but can listen to the fascination, so I know him." ”

In this case, he painted according to what he saw. ”

The painter replaced a new piece of paper, drew it in three or two strokes, and handed it to Su Fudao: "The noble man only sees the mountain, not the water, you must know that the landscape is in one place, and the road is the road." ”

Su Fu took a look, but the word "Mo" was written. Killer Weiying: "Didn't ask Mr.?"