I'm not the underworld

Chapter 52 Don't Get Excited

"Thank you, brother, for saving my life!" The two startled women swallowed and kowtowed to Chen Yifan.

What emperor?What Wong Tai Sin?Their minds are now blank, but they also know that this ordinary young man in front of them is someone they can't afford to offend.

People should not be judged by their appearance, they only now know the true meaning of this sentence!
No matter how glamorous and glamorous they are on weekdays, and how luxurious their lives are, in front of that wolf demon, they are nothing but food to swallow.

But the ordinary boy in front of him who was once looked down upon by them and disdainful in his heart is a real master!

"It's still too late to go down the mountain." Chen Yifan glanced at the two of them and said.

How dare the two girls walk around in this mountain? When they heard Chen Yifan's words, they shook their heads desperately, their foreheads turned red, and they brought a handful of yellow muddy water down their beautiful and delicate faces.

"Brother, please bring us with you!" The two had completely ignored their image at this time.

"Don't call me big brother, I'm not as old as you guys! Call me Chen Yifan, if you want to come, just come along." Chen Yifan just glanced at the two of them lightly and said.

Before, being ridiculed by several people made him feel a little uncomfortable, so he didn't persuade them any more.

Unexpectedly, they actually ran into a monster, Wen Xiaole lost his life, and the two women were terrified.

Seeing the two kowtow regardless of their appearance, the anger in his heart somewhat disappeared.

"Emperor!" At this time, Huang Yan disposed of Qinglang's body, and returned to Chen Yifan, bowed slightly, licked his lips, and grabbed the paper umbrella suspended above Chen Yifan's head with his demon power.

Chen Yifan turned around: "Let's go!"

Zhang Mo and Ling Yuexi just got up from the ground, looked at Huang Yan next to Chen Yifan in horror, and joined the team.

A team of several human beings walking in the mountain surrounded by monsters is quite a spectacle.

"Sister Mo, tell me, isn't this kid also a monster?"

"We won't just get out of the wolf's den and then into the tiger's mouth, right?"

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense! Look, there is a Taoist priest in front! I think he must be an expert, the kind of person who cultivates immortals and Taoism in novels! Don't look at him as a young man, maybe hundreds of years old It's over!"

"Sister Mo, your brain is too big!"

The two women regained their composure and muttered behind them.

"Here we are! In front is the old beggar's house. I'll knock on the door." When he got there, Huang Yan looked back at Chen Yifan and asked for instructions.

Chen Yifan looked at the valley. A simple thatched hut was located alone in the valley, surrounded by wild land. This kind of hut could also serve as a shelter from wind and rain, right?

Even, whether it can play such a role is debatable.

"En!" Hearing Huang Yan's words, Chen Yifan came back to his senses, nodded slightly, and responded softly.

Huang Yan went to knock on the door, and just raised his hand, he heard a dry cough: "What's the wind today, so many people are running to my old beggar's place?"

I saw an old beggar who was plainly dressed and wore a coir raincoat, but the clothes didn't look dirty, coming from the side of the hut with a bamboo fishing rod and a fishing basket.

"Huh?" Immediately, the old beggar glanced at Huang Yan, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile, "This is Lord Shen Yuan's great-great-grandson, right? I thought it was some blind little demon sitting in the room."

Unexpectedly, the old beggar was not as unreasonable as Shen Yuan said. After recognizing Huang Yan, he was quite enthusiastic.

"I'm bringing a distinguished guest here." Huang Yan nodded slightly at the old beggar and said to him.

Although the old beggar did not pretend to be a monster, he respected the gods and the way.

"Honored guest?" A trace of suspicion flashed in the old beggar's eyes, and he looked at Chen Yifan following Huang Yan's gaze.

In the rain, the butter paper umbrella flying in the air covered the upper half of Chen Yifan's face. The lower half of his face exposed was slightly thinner, with thin lips lightly pursed. The skin of a child in the mountains is not as fair as that of a child in the city. It is a pale copper tanned by the sun color.

After just one glance, the old beggar looked stunned, and he squatted down directly, building an awning to keep out the rain, and looked up at Chen Yifan's upper half of his face under the umbrella.

The behavior of this old beggar is quite unexpected.

When Chen Yifan saw his actions, the corner of his mouth twitched. He felt that there was something wrong with this guy's head.

Immediately, he grabbed the umbrella and lifted it, revealing his entire face.

The old beggar was so frightened that he fell to the ground, watching Chen Yifan's eyes widen, and raised his hand to cover his chest.

"Could it be that the end of poverty is approaching?" Unexpectedly, the old beggar claimed to be poor.

If you can only meet each other, you can tell Chen Yifan's background, which shows that he has a lot of cultivation.

Qiu Yuan, who was beside Chen Yifan, was also startled. He looked at the old beggar in amazement. Although he was not proficient in physiognomy, he had dabbled a little, but he couldn't tell anything.

The old beggar was not in the list of the Southwest Daoist Association, so Qiu Yuan didn't know him, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion at this time, there are so many strange people among the people, and there are many masters hidden in the mountains and fields!
"Don't get excited, I'm here to ask you for help." Hearing what he said, Chen Yifan was slightly stunned, and then hurriedly said.

Hearing this, the old beggar regained his composure, hurriedly put down his fishing rod and basket, knelt down and said, "I don't know what you want me to do for you?"

"I heard that you worship the god of poverty? I want to borrow your statue!" Chen Yifan said directly.

"So that's it, it's a trivial matter, please come inside!" The old beggar quickly got up from the ground, like a child excited about a guest at home, ran to push open the door of the hut, and bowed to invite.

Zhang Mo and Ling Yuexi stuck their tongues out, they didn't understand you masters very well, it was completely different from what they imagined!

Chen Yifan walked over, and the oil-paper umbrella on his head was put away by itself, and it turned into a yellow hair and fell into Huang Yan's hands.

The thatched hut was very small, only Chen Yifan and the old beggar went in, and the others were waiting outside.

"Grandpa, why are there still people worshiping the poor god?" Qiu Yuxian saw Huang Yan's easy way to kill demons just now, and knew that his morals were not low, but he was so respectful to Chen Yifan, so he didn't dare to be dissatisfied, it was just strange Asked Qiu Yuan.

Worshiping the God of Poverty, isn't the more you worship, the poorer you become?

"This senior is an expert, I feel ashamed!" Qiu Yuan sighed.

Those who worship poor gods volunteer to suffer poverty for the people of the world. What they seek is not glory and wealth, but what they cultivate is merit and morality.

Of course, there is more than one path for such things as Daoguo, and it is rare in the world to choose this path.

Inside the thatched hut, Chen Yifan looked at the stone statue of the poor god enshrined on a table of the Eight Immortals, and gave his head a little embarrassed: "Do you have any incense, can you give me a stick?"

This time he went up the mountain, he didn't expect it to be so smooth, he found it directly, so he didn't bring incense.

(End of this chapter)