Opening Sign to Shaolin Abbot

　　 A shepherdess who was less than ten years old claimed that she was going up the mountain to gather psychic grass and go back to feed the sheep.

　　 "Psychic grass?"

"what…"

　　 Xuan Yuan behind, couldn't help but shook his head and laughed.

　　 A little girl who is less than ten years old dared to claim that she went up the mountain to gather psychic grass. That psychic grass is extremely precious.

　　 Is that what you can pick up if you say it?

　　 How old are you?

　　 The key is that this little girl actually said that she was feeding the sheep with psychic grass. This joke is a bit big and even a bit slippery in the world.

　　 In this world, whose sheep is so arrogant and needs to be fed with psychic grass?

　　 Is your sheep a demon beast or a demon king?

　　 "Brother Monk, when I was a child, many, many years ago, I drank a particularly delicious goat milk tea."

　　 "I collected rootless water in the morning, and when I gather the psychic grass and feed it to the sheep, I can make this kind of goat milk tea after the sheep has gotten their milk."

　　 "Do you know what goat milk tea it is?"

　　 "I remember the taste, that is the best goat's milk tea, the best taste I have ever drunk when I was young."

　　 "I want to drink the best goat milk tea I ever drank when I was a kid before I die."

　　 The little girl smiled sweetly, her eyes filled with fond memories that seemed to be very long ago.

　　 is more like remembering the most precious time in life.

　　 This kind of remembrance appeared to a little girl who was less than ten years old, and Xuan Xin was unbelievable and didn't feel any strangeness.

　　 "Monk brother, I have never spoken so much to anyone."

　　 "I'm going up the mountain."

　　 After speaking, the little girl turned around and got her small body into the bush of thorns.

　　 lay **** the mountain.

　　 Looking at the little girl's back, especially her every step, Xuan Xin's eyes burst out with a strong charm and sharpness.

　　 Under the gaze of Qiyun Jintong.

　　Every small step of this little girl leaves a special rhyme on the ground...

　　 is left with the same imprint of light, this kind of mysterious and mysterious feeling.

　　 made Xuan Xin think that she was dazzled.

　　 "Abbot, this little girl is just talking nonsense."

　　 "Really inexplicable."

　　 In Xuanyuan's view, what the little girl said is particularly inexplicable.

　　 is unreliable and completely illogical.

　　...

　　 Shaoshi Mountain, it is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down the mountain, but fortunately, after going down the mountain is the official road.

　　The official road is wide and flat, which is equivalent to a highway in modern times.

　　 Even if you have a Ferrari, it is not a problem to run on this official road.

　　, wearing a brocade robe, holding a nine-ringed tin rod, holding a purple and golden bowl, and a profound heart, walked on the broad and flat official road with the grace of a Taoist monk.

　　 admiring the beautiful scenery along the way.

　　 Behind his body was slightly fat, Xuan Yuan, who was wearing a pale and thin monk's clothes, was carrying a big sack.

　　 followed closely behind Xuan Xin.

　　 On the official road, there are more pedestrians passing by.

　　 There are even quite a few carriages.

　　 some business travelers.

　　 Xuan Xin and Xuan Yuan descended from the mountain this time to alms, the destination they were going to was Luoxian Town, ten miles away.

　　 Although Luoxian Town is a small town, there are more than one hundred thousand people inhabited. Many merchants in the town are still prosperous in economic development.

　　 "Abbot, here it is."

　　 Xuan Yuan pointed to the front, people were coming and going, and there was noisy voice in the lively market excitedly.

　　The official road ahead, bluestone paved roads, the wide streets are endlessly crowded with business travelers, and there are countless stalls and vendors on both sides of the street.

　　 There are also lavish restaurants, **** shops that come in and out, and market merchants with prosperous businesses in all walks of life.

　　 This bazaar is full of fireworks.

　　 is very energetic.

　　 Xuan Xin and Xuan Yuan seemed a little out of tune after entering the lively and bustling market.

　　 Especially Xuanxin, it is even more outstanding, with beautiful facial features, gorgeous brocade robe, holding a nine-ring tin rod holding a purple and gold bowl.

　　 There is a kind of godly demeanor, and the temperament is extraordinary, as if it does not belong to this mundane world.

　　 The people at the market, after noticing Xuan Xin, their eyes cast a pair of reverence.

　　 In this world, martial arts are prosperous, but they are respected by Buddhism.

　　 The status of monks is very high.

　　 Especially monks like Xuan Xin, who have a very deceptive appearance.

　　 looks very extraordinary, almost naturally welcomed!

　　 "Master, which temple do you belong to?"

　　 On the street of the market, a short man selling biscuits curiously inquired.

　　 Luoxian Town is just a small town, there are not many monks that you usually see, and I have never seen a beautiful and decent person like Xuanxin.

　　 "Amitabha."

　　 "From Shaolin Temple, the poor monk is called Xuanxin."

　　 announced the Buddha's name, and Xuan Xin reported his name.

　　 "Shaolin Temple?"

　　 "Have you never heard of this temple?"

　　The short man who sells cooking cakes scratched his head and looked puzzled. He couldn't remember this temple called Shaolin.

　　 "It seems that there is a temple in Shaoshi Mountain called Shaolin Temple..."

　　 "That's a small mountain temple..."

　　 The boss who sells Yangchun noodles, muttered thoughtfully.

　　 "Master, eat cooking cakes, I don't want your money."

　　The short man selling cooking cakes took out a fragrant and hot cooking cake and handed it to Xuanxin.

　　 is all based on the extraordinary appearance of Xuanxin and the demeanor of Taoist monks.

　　 Please eat for the face.

　　 "Master, let me make you a bowl of plain noodles."

　　 "I don't want money either."

　　 The hawker selling Yangchun noodles also eagerly greeted each other.

　　 In this world where Buddhism is respected, Xuan Xin can get a meal just by showing the appearance.

　　 can be respected by others.

　　 If it were changed to Xuan Yuan, after reporting the name of Shaolin, I am afraid that people would not bother to take another look.

　　 is unreasonable, if you want to be respected, if you want to get a good meal, then you have to spend a lot of talking and show some skills.

　　 "Amitabha."

　　 Xuan Xin turned her head, did not pay attention to the two, but stared at the corner of the street. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

　　 did not pay attention to the two vendors, but walked straight over.

　　 There is a stinky water ditch on the corner of the street. A broken straw shed was built on the side. An old man who was seriously ill slept on the ground.

　　 He is in torn clothes and is seriously ill. He is covered with abscesses, and a foul smell comes over his face.

　　 "Not the abbot."

　　 Xuan Yuan behind, saw Xuan Xin walking towards the old man.

　　 immediately frowned and stopped.

　　 Xuan Xin paused, her eyes flashed with charm, but finally she walked past firmly.

　　 In his eyes, supernatural power: Under the gaze of the golden pupil of Qi Luck, he saw an extremely incredible scene.

　　 This seriously ill old man has a golden light of luck on his body, and this golden light contains immeasurable merits.

　　 This infinite merit condensed into an eight-story merit gold pagoda.

　　 The ninth floor of the Golden Pagoda of Merit is about to condense and take shape.

　　 Such magnificent luck, such infinite merit, if it were not for the golden pupil of luck, Xuan Xin couldn't believe that this old man would be so extraordinary.

　　 An old man who is about to be seriously ill and dying has such great luck!

　　 "Abbot, this man has a sickness."

　　 "Don't go!"

　　 Xuan Yuan, who followed behind Xuan Xin, couldn't help covering his mouth and nose with disgust in the face of the stench rushing toward his face.

　　 This old man has abscesses all over his body. At first glance, he is suffering from a serious illness and is dead soon.

　　 is like this bad disease, if you don’t pay attention, you will be infected.

　　 That's why Xuan Yuan was so anxious.

　　 That kind of worry.

　　 "Amitabha."

　　 Xuan Xin was holding back the stench, with a compassionate expression on her face, she came to the old man's side despite Xuan Yuan's anxious persuasion.