That night, the guest and the host were really happy.

When guests from all walks of life saw that Fang Dou had something to do with Fuyuan Temple, they further determined that Jiming Temple had a foundation.

Qian Yuanwai, Mu Caizhu and others no longer had the fear of being afraid before, and became at ease.

Fang Dou also knew that everyone came from afar and had to entertain them for a good meal and drink, rest for a night before returning.

"Everyone, I'll get some drinks!"

After a while, Fang Dou stretched his arms into a shape of shoulder-to-shoulder, and held a water tank on his palms.

In this way, I walked to the open space step by step, which was so shocked that everyone called.

"My master's divine power!"

Well, Fang Dou's "Guiwei" hosted by Jiming Temple, because he was too young, he was still the "little master" he said.

Fang Dou's palms shook lightly, and two large water tanks fell to the ground, shaking the ground a few times.

At this time, everyone realized that the water tank was filled with water, and the liquid level was almost flush with the mouth of the tank.

"This is the sweet sweet wine I brew, everyone can try it!"

Everyone was still looking at the water tank and hesitating whether to do it. When Martial Arts got up early, he took a wooden spoon, scooped up a large spoon of sweet sweets, and tilted his head to drink it all.

"Happy, Brother Fang Dou, your skills are really amazing!"

Among the crowd, a child asked naively, "Can't monks drink alcohol?"

The adult's face changed. He hurriedly covered the child's mouth and slapped the egg on the butt.

The martial law began, and the other guests also came forward separately, but after drinking the first sip of sweet wine, their eyes lit up, and they scooped a few more times, and then they started eating with the food.

Among them, those who are business-minded have long been thinking that just by relying on this bowl of sweet wine, you can open a restaurant from scratch and use it as a feature to attract guests from all over the world, make a fortune and make money every day.

Two large jars of sweet wine were already drunk when it was dawn.

After a night, everyone said goodbye at dawn.

The county magistrate returned to the county town to work overnight under the escort of Captain Cai last night and did not stay for too long.

In addition to the remaining Qian Yuan, the rich man Mu also said goodbye and left, and the local people also left one after another.

The martial law was lying on the edge of the water tank and sleeping soundly. The monks brought by him stood beside him, with a very helpless expression.

"Let him sleep more!"

Fang Dou looked at the brand new plaque of the "Ji Chi Ming Temple" in the dawn light, along with the stone statues in the main hall.

"Leave the monk's head, wear Taoist robe, and offer sacrifices to the Confucian and the sages!"

"Which family am I? Haha, it should be a miscellaneous family!"

"Ph, ph, ph, it's not auspicious!"

"I am a disciple of the great way, how can I stick to the difference between the door?"

Suddenly, there was a rooster crow, and dawn broke through dawn!

...

"Master Fangdou of Jiming Temple is not only powerful in spells, but also has the ability to make sweet wine with one hand, but also has the few in the world!"

Several people carried farm tools and talked while walking.

They were very sorry that they were unable to participate in the feast of the Chicken Temple, but they had heard that the sweet sweets brewed by Fang Dou were simply delicious on earth!

"Hey, if I went that day, I would have to drink ten or eight bowls!"

"You are so beautiful. I heard that the county magistrate had only drunk half a bowl, and that night I thought about it and wrote seven or eight poems in succession!"

"Tsk tsk!"

Two figures stood in front of them, one tall and the other short, tall, strong and tough, and a slim figure.

The man blocked the road was a man and a woman. The man was as tall as a black tower. He stood in front of everyone, and the shadows cast were enough to cover up all the people. Even the shorter girl had a slim figure, half a head taller than them.

Moreover, the outfits of the two of them are very different from those of the local area, and it seems that they came from the southwest.

"Uncles, I heard you mention just now that there is a Chicken Crown Temple in the area, and the monks inside are very powerful, right?"

The girl wore silver jewelry on her head and silver bracelets on her hands. The colorful body was like a proud big peacock. Her white calves were exposed from under her skirt, making her mouth dry.

When several people saw her, their first reaction was "high" and the second was "white".

The girl's skin is as whispered as tender tofu, and her eyes are like clear mountain springs, making several people feel ashamed of themselves.

"yes!"

"The little master Fang Dou in our county is a master with strong magic power!"

In front of the girl, several people said it all like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

What are the killing of the evil beggar Guo San, capturing the thief Lang Qi, helping the people of this county to expose the true face of the former county magistrate, etc.

The girl listened throughout the whole time, and the man like a black tower beside him stood on the ground without expression.

"Little girl, what are you doing?"

A commoner asked curiously.

The girl smiled, "I have some worries at home recently. I heard that there is a master here and I want to come to ask for advice!"

"Where are you going to find Master Fang Dou, that's right!"

After several people left, the girl patted the big man beside her, "Big man, have you heard that? This is our goal!"

She shook her hair, and the silver jewelry jingled. Under the delicate earlobes exposed, two earrings inlaid with star stones were hung.

The man like a black tower was silent, but the headband wrapped around his forehead was also wrapped in a star stone the size of a thumb.

This is the custom of the "Star Tribe". After each member is ten years old, he has to travel around the place and look for a star stone to dress himself up before he is qualified to return to the tribe.

Star stones are stones that break the stars in the sky and turn into after they fall to the ground. They are so precious!

Many tribal members could not find the star stones throughout their lives and were naturally isolated from their hometowns.

The girl sighed, "My brother is almost ten years old. As a sister, I want to get the star stone for him!"

"Ata, you want to help me!"

"The people of the Central Plains who are the Qianqiu Society like to use the lives of our tribe as a knife when they encounter enemies they cannot deal with!"

"But they have star stones, and there is no way!"

"As long as you kill this Fang Dou, you can use his head to exchange for ten star stones!"

"My brother has ten star stones and will definitely be able to dress up as the most beautiful guy in the tribe and win the most beautiful girl in the tribe!"

Ata suddenly spoke, "It's you!"

"What?" The girl didn't hear it clearly.

Ata repeated, "The most beautiful girl in the tribe is you!"

The girl covered her mouth and laughed, "Ata, you look mum, but you didn't expect that you would speak sweeter than honey!"

"Brother, he will definitely meet a girl who is more beautiful than me!"

"Let's go, let's meet this Fang Dou!"

Ata followed the girl, silent.

The girl had four star stones inlaid with earrings on both sides of the left and right sides, all of which were taken by her own efforts.

In comparison, Ata only has one star stone, far inferior to her.

In the Star Sect, the number of star stones worn by members who personally get the star stones is a condition for evaluating whether they are powerful or not.

In other words, the seemingly weak girl is actually stronger than Ata.

The girl suddenly spread her palms and a palm-sized scorpion emerged from the bracelet. Her whole body was as dark as ink, with bright spots of the Big Dipper on her back. She tamely lay on the back of her hand.

"Good pet, I'll send you to the forefront first!"
Chapter completed!