Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 380 Repair
"Brother Xiao Che, do we... really want to build this ruined temple?"

Chen Tai'a looked at Xiao Che with some confusion.

"There are many houses at the foot of the mountain. Granny Hua at the entrance of the village asked me to live in his house yesterday. Since you and I only need to stay until winter, why waste all this effort?"

he asked puzzled.

This Dragon King Temple was already dilapidated, but it was smashed by him, and now even the roof is gone. It will take a lot of effort to repair it.

"You went down the mountain again yesterday?"

Xiao Che did not answer Chen Tai'a's question, but asked with a frown.

"Didn't I tell you not to have too much contact with those people down the mountain?"

He glared at Chen Tai'a while talking, and Chen Tai'a hurriedly fell silent, his eyes flicked to the left and right, not daring to look directly at Xiao Che.

"You have to remember that you and I are not the same as these villagers. Too much contact will either harm them or ourselves."

Xiao Che warned with a serious face.

This is the lesson he has learned from traveling in ten states this year. He has been murdered many times by these seemingly harmless mortals without any cultivation. Gongfa.

"But... well, I made a mistake, brother Xiao Che."

Chen Tai'a seemed to want to refute, but he still held back his words, he knew his elder brother's temper, if he refuted, he would be nagging him all day long.

Seeing this, Xiao Che snorted coldly and asked:
"So is this temple repaired or not?"

"Brother Xiao Che wants to cultivate, of course he must!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Tai'a nodded abruptly and grinned.

"Well."

Xiao Che also smiled when he heard the words, then rolled up his sleeves, looked at the ruined temple with his hands on his hips and said:

"Go to work!"

"okay!"

Chen Tai'a also imitated the example by rolling up his sleeves and akimbo.

The early morning sun shone on the mountainside and covered the two teenagers. Accompanied by the steaming golden clouds in the mountains, and the singing of kingfishers, it was a scene full of vigor and vitality. Even the dilapidated small temple also grew Kind of alive.

If there were only Mrs. Chen with rough hands and feet, the temple would definitely not be able to be repaired.

Fortunately, under the influence of his grandfather, Xiao Che has been well-read and knowledgeable since he was a child, and he already knows how to repair this ruined temple. Such problems as what materials are needed and how to repair them are naturally not difficult for him. Early in the morning, he listed the division of labor between him and Chen Tai'a in detail.

For example, although Chen Tai'a was a bit careless, he was full of real energy and amazingly powerful. He could hold up a giant piece of thick and thick wood with one hand, and Xiao Che helped him play the string. Split them and make them into thick wooden planks according to Xiao Che's requirements.

Originally Xiao Che was ready to help him clean up the mess, but he didn't expect that once Chen Tai'er started to do things seriously, he would be even more focused than him.

So the two teenagers ran up and down the mountain every day with great enthusiasm. It took about half a month to finally repair the dilapidated small temple.

At the moment when the project was completed, Chen Tai'a was as happy as a little tit that just learned to fly, happily ran around the small temple for several times, and didn't stop until Xiao Che couldn't stand it anymore.

"Our home is finally airtight!"

Chen Tai'a happily jumped up and down in the small temple.

Xiao Che on the side was taken aback when he heard the words, and then curled his lips with emotion.

"Only monks regard the temple as their home. Don't you want to be a monk?"

He gave Chen Tai'adao a blank look, and after speaking, he tore off a rag from the statue in front of him, revealing a repaired statue of the Dragon King.

"Wow, Brother Xiao Che, you have mended this statue of the Dragon King!"

Chen Tai'a said in disbelief that the statue in front of him was completely different from the statue that had already lost half of its head.

"Just fix it casually, what's the fuss about?"

Xiao Che pouted and said indifferently, but the pride in his eyes disappeared in a flash.

Whether or not this statue of the Dragon Lord was originally repaired was not very important to the two of them, but Xiao Che's personality always likes perfection and ignores any flaws. Endure, so he spent a lot of time repairing him, but fortunately, he has calligraphy, painting and carving skills, so it is not difficult to do these things.

"Brother Xiao Che, you said that the monster dragon that crossed the river after the winter solstice, could it be him?"

Chen Tai'a pointed curiously at the statue of the Dragon King in front of him.

"People are good and evil, and dragons are good and evil. Not all dragons can be kings."

Xiao Che said lightly.

"Brother Xiao Che knows a lot, can you tell me the story of this monster dragon?"

Chen Tai'a's curiosity arose all of a sudden, so he pulled Xiao Che to tell him about the demon dragon.

In the past, Xiao Che would definitely have refused, but seeing the newly renovated Dragon King Temple, and because Chen Tai'a had put in a lot of hard work in the past half month, he still decided to satisfy Chen Tai'a.

However, he was not in a hurry to speak, but first asked Chen Tai'a to prop up the fish soup stew pot on the ground, and then fetched the wild boar and rabbit meat that had been beaten a few days ago, carefully serialized them and roasted them by the fire, everything was arranged Only then did he move a small stool around the fire and start talking unhurriedly.

"There were originally two versions of the story of the demon dragon. One is from folk legends, and the other is from what my grandfather saw when he traveled to ten states when he was young. Which one do you want to hear?"

Xiao Che asked.

"I want to listen to both!"

Chen Tai'a excitedly raised both hands.

"Then let's talk about the legends among the mortals around here."

Xiao Che was too lazy to argue with him, so he continued:
"It is rumored that a silver dragon, because it violated the rules of the dragon clan, was cut off by the dragon king to remove its horns, expelled from the dragon clan, and ended up living in the ten states. Because of the resentment in its heart, this silver dragon raged in the ten states. The favorite is Eating the baby and the virgin in the boudoir, each place is bound to cause trouble, but fortunately a wandering Taoist defeated him hundreds of years ago and finally trapped him in the North Sea. He was only allowed to come out for one day every winter solstice when the North Sea was frozen. But before this day, the villagers at the foot of Fenglei Mountain would kill chickens and cows for it to eat, and then hide at home hoping for him to leave, this custom has continued to this day."

"This silver dragon is the demon dragon you and I are looking for?"

Chen Tai'a suddenly understood, and then asked.

"Yes."

Xiao Che nodded.

"Then the story Grandpa Xiao heard was also about this dragon?"

Chen Tai'a asked.

"Yes."

Xiao Che nodded again.

"Then what about Grandpa Xiao's story? Come and listen to it!"

Mrs. Chen said eagerly.

"The story my grandpa told was simpler."

As Xiao Che said, he turned over the barbecued meat beside the fire and sprinkled some salt.

　I can only write when my eyes are more comfortable, and it’s embarrassing to be so slow, I’m very sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)