On Chongyue East Street, Chen Qingyan, Fei Yihe and others patrolled to the end of the street. After turning the corner, they saw two monks kneeling in front of a raised white cloth.
His eyes lingered on the monk for a moment, and Chen Qingyan's attention quickly shifted to the white cloth.
Under this white cloth, there should be a body covered.
"Someone froze to death again."
Fei Yihe sighed.
Since the beginning of winter, many people have frozen to death in Chongyue Town.
The winter in Huangxie is extremely harsh. Even the disciples of Lingu's outer sect who have advanced cultivation have no choice but to wear cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold, let alone ordinary people.
If you want to avoid freezing to death, in addition to thick quilts, you must also have a charcoal fire burning at all times.
And every time someone dies, these monks will appear and chant sutras to save the person.
At first some people were not used to it, but later they felt better and got comforted, and got used to it.
Gradually, once someone in the family dies in the town, even if the monk doesn't come, he will take the initiative to invite him.
In a short period of time, the monk group has established a firm foothold in Chongyue and surrounding ancient towns.
Chen Qingyan, the five of them watched in silence for a while, and then returned to the main street tea house.
In the private room.
Hot tea bird bird.
Chen Qingyan took out a book and started reading quietly.
Fei Yihe yawned, put the iron rod on the ground, wrapped himself in his coat and lay on the bench, and soon fell asleep.
The other three were chatting in low voices. They had already patrolled the streets once and were waiting for the next shift.
The arrival of that group of monks was actually a good thing for Chongyue and the resident disciples.
because,
The demons are gone.
Even if they appear occasionally, Buddhist monks will take action to slay demons.
And there is no need to worry about evil cultivators from the Black Evil Forest causing trouble.
This is the point.
As for the sudden appearance of Buddhism and what its purpose is, that has nothing to do with them.
When the sky falls, a tall man holds it up.
How could they, a group of outer disciples, have so much to worry about.
Just enjoy it.
Chen Qingyan paused while turning the book and glanced at the young man who walked to the balcony of the private room and was wielding a sword with a serious look.
This person is the garrison disciple recently sent from Lin Valley.
His name is "Wu Chunkui".
It seems that I haven't adapted to the life in the ancient town, and I am very hardworking.
Good at using swords.
The sword skills of the left hand and the sword skills of the right hand are used in an airtight manner, as if the two of them are working together to surround and kill the enemy.
After just watching for a while, Chen Qingyan could see that the young envoy's swordsmanship and swordsmanship were quite extraordinary, and he himself was very skilled, but he was just a little behind on the skill and could not truly master the subtleties of this skill.
Even so, he is much stronger than the other two patrolling disciples.
At present, it seems that he is second only to Fei Yihe.
This kind of skill inheritance is not like a skill that can be purchased casually in the market. Perhaps Wu Chunkui himself, like Fei Yihe, had a monk in his clan before, but he fell into despair and had to come to the station to earn great merit.
Under normal circumstances, if the monks in the family are still there, the younger generation will not be easily transferred to the ancient town, even if they are just outsiders.
No matter how miserable he is, he can still work as a day patrol disciple in Jugu City.
When you come to the ancient town, there is no guarantee of life or death.
The reason why new disciples like Wu Chunkui were added to the station was because there were casualties. A disciple died at the mouth of a demon while patrolling.
No one in Chen Qingyan's team died, but something happened to another team, and three "old men" were selected to lead the newcomers.
Yes, including Wu Chunkui and the two people who are talking quietly now, they are all newcomers. The only ones left in the previous team were Chen Qingyan and Fei Yihe.
After reading the book for a while, when the last page was finished, Chen Qingyan closed the book and stayed on the table. He took a sip of tea. Seeing that the young man on the balcony was still practicing, he got up and walked over.
The balcony of the private room is not big, and the scenery outside is a bamboo forest.
After Chen Qingyan came out, the young man stopped his movements and put away his sword.
"This is the third time you've looked at me. The first time was the longest and the second was the shortest. Come here now. Is there anything wrong?" Wu Chunkui's tone was calm, but he seemed to be paying attention to the situation in the private room.
Chen Qingyan even remembered how many times he had seen him.
"It's nothing important, I just want to talk."
Chen Qingyan is now fifteen years old, but he looks like a young man of twenty-one or twelve years old.
"Since it's not important, we have nothing to talk about."
Wu Chunkui refused.
It seemed like they didn't even bother to pay attention to him.
Chen Qingyan chuckled lightly, did not insist, turned back to the private room, patted Fei Yihe on the shoulder, said a few words, and left the private room.
Wu Chunkui frowned and started practicing his sword again.
His family's martial arts skills have been completed, and he will return to Lin Valley to participate in the Gu Summit Martial Arts Festival in time for the Yangshen Festival in the near future.
In order to be the leader of the next Gu Summit Wu, he even spent his sleep time, how could he deal with these disciples who were willing to degenerate and not seek to improve.
As long as he has a leader and a fierce spirit, he will become a monk in a few years.
the other side.
After Chen Qingyan left the teahouse, he went back to his residence.
After changing my clothes and changing my appearance a little, I went to Santan Casting Shop.
"Mr. Lin, I've kept you waiting for a long time."
Lin Dong was walking back and forth in the shop. When he heard a familiar voice, he immediately looked up and was overjoyed.
"Master Chen, the double you mentioned last time..."
"Master Lin comes in to talk."
Chen Qingyan pointed around and gestured.
Only then did Lin Dong realize that he was being reckless and there were still customers in the shop.
"Master, please come this way."
The two of them came to the backyard of the forging shop, where there was a clanging sound and someone was hard at work forging weapons.
"Here it is!"
"Have you been able to refine those two grain magic elixirs?"
Chen Qingyan nodded, and Lin Dong was so excited that he couldn't help himself, "Okay, okay, with this magic elixir, I will do my best for what you tell me."
Chen Qingyan seriously corrected him: "It's not about trying your best, but it's about completing it."
Lin Dong was stunned, but he nodded vigorously, "Yes, I will definitely finish it."
"Did you bring the medicine?"
Chen Qingyan asked again.
"I have only collected two pairs for the time being. I will collect the rest as soon as possible." Lin Dong took out a baggage.
Chen Qingyan took the baggage and said: "The quantity is not enough, and I am not sure it will become a pill."
"I understand, one out of five, at least five pairs of medicinal materials are needed to be safe." Lin Dong nodded repeatedly.
Chen Qingyan took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket and threw it over.
Lin Dong pulled out the stopper, and the aroma of the medicine leaked out. After seeing that the elixir inside was really double-striped, he quickly re-stoppered it.
"I will try my best to leave the double-grained Haoyuan Dan that I refine to you in the future, but I have to be careful about the medicinal materials. This is a matter of mutual benefit, but only you and me can know about it.
Still the Lin family’s alchemist.”
In fact, Chen Qingyan didn't ask Lin Dong to do anything to disgrace the Lin family.
It was just that within Lin Dong's authority, some medicinal resources were transferred to him without attracting attention, and he was allowed to refine them into magical elixirs.
Lin Dong couldn't do this alone, he had to have an alchemist to cooperate, and he was that alchemist.
Since we can't open an alchemy shop in Fang City for the time being, we should take a step back and make alchemy for the Lin family of Chongyue and Mr. Lin Donglin first.
Having only one source of customers is better than none.
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"As expected of Yin Lin, such a capable person and such a treasure. Lord Buddha, I almost followed Garuda."
In the sky above the dense forest, a monk with peach blossom eyes was bleeding, his cassock was in pieces, but he reached out a hand and pressed it down.
Below it, on the cliff, there is a pagoda with dazzling golden light, like a mountain, emitting boundless Buddhist dharma, suppressing a man with a bronze bell on his head, carrying a chariot and running rampant, showing great power.
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