Since entering Laoshan Prefecture, people's hearts are in a rolling breath, and they never stop for a day. The "Haoran Silk Book" opens a new chapter, and it is beneficial to open the book, and it has its own insights. Thousands of popularity gather, nourishing the words and sentences on the pages at all times. That feeling is wonderful.

Inexplicably, Chen Sanlang felt that there was some connection between him and Laoshan Mansion, but it was still hazy, looming, and not very clear.

One person, a city.

What happened in the city was felt through the fluctuations of breath. Jingkong and Xiaoyao Fudao fought, and their magic power was revealed, and their aura was completely different, so they were captured by Chen Sanlang.

This is the mystery of the Haoran Silk Book.

There is a technique of hope for qi in the cultivation sect. What Chen Sanlang now has is somewhat common, but the difference is very large and cannot be classified into one.

For example, if you leave Laoshan Prefecture and go to another town, it will lose its usefulness. The reason is that there is no other reason. It is because in other places, the people may not even know who Chen Sanlang is. Without the foundation of human hearts, it will naturally be ineffective.

Jingkong actually came to Laoshan, and he was indeed persistent and his soul kept dispersing.

Chen Sanlang curled a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

After dinner, he returned to the study and sat, started doing his homework, reading a book, and writing a piece of words. His mind gradually calmed down and he ignored other things.

At night, lights are lit, and there is a night market in the mansion city, which is lively and bustling with people. In the southwest of the city, there is a temple ruin in a remote corner.

Laoshan Prefecture suffered from war and many places became ruins. However, these places were gradually rebuilt, but there were also many unowned places, which were temporarily ignored due to their remote locations.

This temple is one of them.

Looking at its ruins, we can see that the temple was not small at that time and must have been incense. But now it has become a pile of rubble and broken bricks, and the broken walls are still standing there tenaciously. As for the golden bodies of Buddha statues, they have long disappeared. They have either been smashed to pieces or taken away. They can't even find some scrap copper and iron.

Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the clear moonlight shines. An old monk stood quietly beside the ruins of the temple, wearing the moonlight, with a bit of Zen in it.

"Anita!"

After a long time, he chanted the Buddha's name, his face was neither happy nor horrible. Suddenly he walked into the ruins, turned left and right, as if he was looking for something.

The cat jumped up, with agile body, and was very agile in the ruins. About a quarter of an hour later, with a meow, it ran back, holding a thing in its mouth. When it approached, it was a broken plaque. It was not the big plaque hanging on the main door, but the plaque at the small side door, which was broken and half was left, and the painted surface was destroyed, but two words could be seen: "Baishui".

This temple, called "Baishui Temple", was established for a hundred years but was destroyed.

"Thirty years have passed..."

Jingkong murmured, his tone of melancholy. Thirty years ago, he had placed a list in this temple and heard the presidency talk about the scriptures, but now it has gone all out.

He suddenly pondered his mind: "The mirror and flowers are all false, why bother with it? But he almost broke the precepts, sins, sins!"

As he said that, he turned his head and left without hesitation, and the cat followed, this time, a little later, melted into the shadow of the old monk, as if it was part of it.

In the early morning, Chen Sanlang woke up at the right time, finished washing up, and was having breakfast with his mother. Someone hurried to report that an old monk came to the government office early in the morning and stood outside the door, looking a little strange, without saying a word, as if he was mute. Seeing this, Zhou Fencao sent someone to ask what to do.

If it were ordinary people, there would be no place to ask for instructions, Lei Wei would directly bombard him, but the monk was full of strangeness and was a monk. He didn't know where he came from, but it was difficult to deal with it.

When Mrs. Chen heard that it was a monk, he hurriedly said, "Are you here to beg for alms? You have to treat it well and send him some food."

Chen Sanlang smiled and said, "Don't worry, mother, the child is here."

As he said that, he got up and left the back house, and came to the outside of the government office. He looked up and saw Jingkong. After a long time, the old monk had almost no change, regardless of his clothes or expression.

As if there was a sense, the old monk who had been closing his eyes suddenly opened his eyes and met Chen Sanlang's gaze.

An old monk stood outside the government office, which inevitably attracted attention. At this time, some people were gathering to watch the fun, pointing and whispering. They thought that the old monk might be going to the government office to beg for alms, but it was a bold monk. Some people also thought that it might not be necessary for the monk to go to the government office to do things.

Now Laoshan Prefecture is developing rapidly and attracting many people. Those who are the disciples and staff who meet the conditions will become officials directly. Gradually, the positions of the government offices have been arranged. Many people can only go to the county town below to do business.

So, you should go to join us as soon as possible. If you miss the opportunity, the treatment will be much worse.

Zhou Fencao came to Chen Sanlang and asked in a low voice: "Young Master, how should you let this guy go?"

Chen Sanlang smiled and said, "I'll give it up."

Walking over, standing in front of the monk Jingkong, one Confucian and one Monk, face to face: "Master, you are here again."

Jingkong also smiled: "The Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Let's come."

"Haha, why bother? The Buddhist scriptures do not mean that you should let go of your obsessions? If you don't let go, you are breaking the precepts."

"Anita Buddha, this matter is the result of my friend's karma. If you fail, you will become a disaster."

Chen Sanlang frowned: "As for this, do you have to save me?"

Jingkong lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and said word by word: "Your Majesty also asked the young master to let go of all the world's thoughts, and the glory and wealth are empty. The king's fortune is fake. Then let me escape into the monk and worship the Buddha."

"What?"

"Is this old monk crazy?"

"What's the crazy nonsense about this bald donkey? How dare you come to deceive the city lord into becoming a monk..."

The conversation between the two fell into the ears of the onlookers word by word, including Zhou Fencao and others, and they were about to explode.

Who is Chen Sanlang now? He is the lord of Laoshan City and the backbone of the entire city. The whole government office, and even the people in the city, dare not imagine what the city would look like without Chen Sanlang. Now, an old monk came to me for no reason and said that he wanted to cross Chen Sanlang into the empty sect. In a few days, the lord will get married. As the saying goes: It is better to demolish ten temples than to destroy a marriage.

They couldn't help it and started scolding Jingkong. If Chen Sanlang hadn't been present, everyone would have been a little restrained, otherwise they would have rushed over and attacked.

This is how the crowd is surging, and what people want.

Jingkong's face was calm, but he sighed in his heart: the first time he was in Yangzhou, the second time he was in Jingxian, and the third time he was here...

Compared with each other, Chen Sanlang has changed significantly, and gradually became a climate, and the difficulty naturally doubled.

"Who is the master, who is so virtuous and capable of coming to come and serve my son-in-law of the Xu family to be a monk?"

The sound was like a bell, and Xu Nianniang, wearing a blue shirt, strode to the meteor, her eyes staring at Jingkong with a cold light, as if two knives.
Chapter completed!