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"White Lotus Sect! You'll be here so soon!" Ao Yan's body stiffened, his fists tightly clenched, and his hair was covered in cold air.

After taking a breath, turning his head, he saw a beggar shouting at him with his rice bowl.

"It turned out to be a false alarm..." The tense body relaxed immediately, and he gave him two cents and turned around and left.

The beggar's disheveled face looked at Ao Yan's pocket, stopped him again, held the broken bowl, and the two or three cents were ringing, and said again: "Wusheng Lao Mother, the hometown of Wusheng, is in the White Lotus Sect, and the whole world is one family."

Ao Yan frowned, knowing that he was asking for more money.

"If the real horse is ridden by someone, and the good person is bullied by someone, you dare to open a dyeing shop if you give this guy a piece of color." Ao Yan couldn't help but feel angry. He was a pauper, so why did he rely on him? He looked around and saw that it was the street, people came and went, and what could a beggar do if he was just a beggar. He snorted coldly and said, "The snake swallowed the elephant in a bad mood. I've given you two cents to get it. You're still climbing on your nose and leaving!"

"Hehe." The beggar smiled strangely and glanced at Ao Yan's pocket, and said while beating the bamboo stick in his hand: "In my teaching, all the worlds are like brothers and sisters, and they are as close as sisters. Outside of my teaching..."

At this point, Ao Yan suddenly found four or five beggars appeared in the crowd at the entrance of the alley.

These beggars crossed the crowd and surrounded Ao Yan. The people around them either avoided this or looked at each other coldly. The better ones passed by, the beggars turned their heads and glared at each other, and were scared back. Some even closed the storefront.

In an instant, the noisy streets became extremely clean.

Ao Yan felt cold in his heart when he saw it.

It’s not that people’s hearts are warm and cold, but that the White Lotus Sect seems to be very powerful. Compared to this, Xie Shenpo, who only dares to come from secret, is a pediatrician.

A total of six beggars surrounded Ao Yan and didn't speak. They looked at him coldly and stretched their rice bowl forward.

The leader was the one just now, and he heard him say, "No one in my White Lotus Sect dares to deceive. If you bully someone, you will be bullying the other. If you bully someone, you will be bullying the world. If you are sincere, it will be up to these six bowls."

Under the sun, Ao Yan was carrying a fish basket, his expression was calm, but his heart was filled with thoughts.

"I saw that I had some money and stopped me if I didn't give it to me. Wouldn't the others be bad? The government office did not show up, which means that the White Lotus Sect is really not easy to mess with."

No matter whether it is easy to mess with or not, you must not hand over the money you have on it. You still rely on these four taels of silver in your life.

Since I can't hand over, I have to find another way.

Ao Yan's heart moved, and suddenly calmed down, shook his head and laughed. The beggars couldn't see it clearly, but they still did not disperse.

"Why are you laughing at?" the beggar in charge shouted.

"Don't slap yourself in the face."

"Slap yourself in the face? Why do we slap yourself in the face? What are you talking nonsense? Take it out quickly!"

"Haha, ignorant believer." Ao Yan looked up with his hands behind his back, and a light official position was emitted on his body. Before he knew it, the six beggars had taken two steps back. He continued: "The mud originated from Chaos, and the white lotus appeared in the prosperous era."

Ao Yan read all the letters of Xie Shen Po, and there were three common points.

First, each letter begins with the sentence "I am dedicated to my old mother and I am empty in my hometown."

Secondly, there is an eighty-one-leaf white lotus pattern on the back of each letter, and the couplet Ao Yan said neatly is written in small seal script.

Third, each letter has no signature at the end, only a seven-leaf red lotus logo.

Judging from the situation, the first sentence should be known to all believers, and only minions like Xie Shenpo are qualified to know the couplet.

There are Hong Daxian in Xiangliu Village and Xie Shenpo. There are beggars in this mayfen town, so there must be a leader.

If the head of the beggar in front of him, then if the identity is expressed between the same level, the dilemma in front of him will naturally be solved. If not, the person behind the beggar must be nearby.

The beggars were confused by this sentence. When the leader asked again, a regular sound of chopsticks hitting bowls suddenly sounded from somewhere.

Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang...

When the beggars heard this, they looked at each other, their faces wandering, but their steps were retreating. As the chopsticks made the bowls became quick, the leader of the beggar finally stepped forward, took out the two cents from the bowl, presented them with both hands and handed them to Ao Yan. The other beggars dispersed everywhere at this time.

"Okay, take it for tea, I have something to do." Ao Yansu said coldly, but he thought to leave here as soon as possible.

"Yes, yes..." The beggar nodded and retreated.

Just now, a clang sound was heard, as if the bowl was broken. The beggar's face changed, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground, kowtowed, holding two cents in his palm, and trembling.

"Please, please accept it..."

"Get out!" Ao Yan suddenly frowned and shouted coldly, leaving without looking back.

There was a chaotic sound of chopsticks knocking on the bowl nearby. The beggar finally got a general amnesty and rolled and crawled away. Ao Yan spared a few alleys with expressionless expression, and arrived at Longtan Tower and handed over the fish to the shopkeeper.

When the shopkeeper saw that it turned out to be a rare big white fish, he was so happy that he hurriedly asked someone to raise it.

"Little brother, you have helped me a lot this time. The mid-month selection begins. You must enjoy the glory at that time." The shopkeeper held Ao Yan's hand, looking very grateful.

Ao Yan received the money and had his own thoughts and had no time to pay attention to these things.

The shopkeeper also realized that he asked the waiter in the store to get some cooked food and pack it with oil paper, tie the bamboo strips and bring it to Ao Yan, so he would no longer try to keep it.

Ao Yan left the back door of Longtan Tower, walked around the west of the Canfen Town, and finally returned to the east of the town and ran back to Xiangliu Village, worried all the way.

But he had to do this. Today's action must have left some impression in the White Lotus Sect in the Town. Some things in the future would be too conspicuous. He was trying to ensure his safety.

Compared with other places, Xiangliu Village is the safest.

Xiangliu Lake is to the south of Xiangliu Village, and the mountains are entranced by the red soil slope in the north. It is also surrounded by mountains in the west. The east of the village is the only road out of the village. First, Xie Shenpo is dead, and second, he is in a poor place in the village. He has lived here for generations and has almost no outsiders.

What reassuring Ao Yan the most is that this is his territory!

At night, Ao Yan ate some food, lit an oil lamp and read a book. He read two cups of tea on one page and didn't turn it around, but he was actually waiting for Changming.

Twist.

A knock on the door sounded.

"Come in." Ao Yan put down the book, pushed the door open, Changming, dressed in blue, walked in. If only Ao Yan could see it, he might have thought he was an ordinary child.

"Tell me about today's situation." Ao Yan turned around and exposed his back to Changming.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are quite valuable. Even if there is a rough Ao Yan in the house, he is reluctant to use it. So Changming thought of a way to write on Ao Yan's back, which saves time and can communicate with each other.

I felt a trace of cold breath falling on my back, as gentle as the breeze, Ao Yan couldn't help but tremble comfortably.

"There are 218 people in the village. Most of the people who come to burn incense are older people. These elderly people are from the east end of the village. Yang Li comes to the temple to clean and guard every day, and the dog reads in the temple every day..."

"I know all these trivial matters. If you ask something, do the villagers talk about the ghost of Xiangliu Lake?" Ao Yan interrupted.

The coldness behind me paused slightly, and I wrote and stopped.

"Yes. I heard from the old people that about sixty or seventy years ago, Xiangliu Lake was surrounded by mountains and rivers. The villagers had good water quality and had good pearls and pearls. Therefore, every family was rich. Later, one day, a mixed-eating mutton in the village fell into the lake, but the body was not found again. After that, strange things happened one after another. The best pearl glutton drowned one after another. Fishing boats, water picking boats, and lotus picking boats were inexplicably overturned. People drowned. There happened more than ten times in total, and no one dared to approach Xiangliu Lake. I heard that the mutton turned into a water ghost. "

"Oh? There is really such a thing? Wouldn't that mean that the foundation of my Hubo Temple is corrupt and that I was also implicated by this?"
Chapter completed!