A few years ago, a group of clan elders in the town suddenly offered to erect a stone statue for him, but he refused without hesitation.
Although this is the world of immortality, there is no taboo against erecting statues of living monks, and there are many mortals in the secular world who erect stone statues for living monks to express their gratitude.
But he really wasn't used to watching people worship his stone statue.
"Then don't mention it. Mayor, come to my house for a few drinks when you have time. My son sent me some wine a few days ago."
Although he was asking, Old Man Li pushed Bu Fan toward his home.
What else could Bu Fan do? Naturally, he couldn't refuse.
[Task: Old Man Li’s invitation]
[Task introduction: A certain old mayor with no ambition is still very popular among the residents of the town]
[Task reward: one million experience points]
【Accept!Reject!】
Arrive at Old Man Li’s house.
When Old Man Li's wife saw him arriving, she immediately asked her eldest daughter-in-law to go to the supermarket to buy some snacks to go with the wine.
And Old Man Li's wife personally cooked the dishes, fried peanuts, pork head meat, cold pig ears, cucumbers...
This is why Bu Fan doesn't like coming to small towns very much.
The people in the small town are really very welcoming.
Every time he came to a small town, either one would invite him to his house for tea or another would invite him to his house for a drink.
With such enthusiasm, Bu Fan always felt like a big landowner in the fish and meat village.
Although the town residents are sincere, he is still not used to it.
Old Man Li has three sons. The youngest son is an official in the capital, the second son is doing business in Fucheng, and the eldest son stays in the small town to take care of the family business and take care of the elderly at home.
In fact, most families in small towns are like this.
Bu Fan drank with Old Man Li and Boss Li. Once they drank too much, Old Man Li and Boss Li couldn't help but talk about the past events of the village.
Why, the village used to be very poor, so poor that many people had no food to eat, and so poor that no women were willing to marry into the village.
Looking at the two people whose faces were flushed after drinking, Bu Fan was a little bit dumbfounded, but he also understood that the Li family and his son were happy.
After almost drinking, Bu Fan pretended to be drunk and said goodbye to the Li family.
But as soon as he left Li's house, his expression suddenly returned to normal, and he rode his little white donkey and walked slowly towards his home.
Even if he met another invitation from a small town resident on the road, Bu Fan would pretend to be drunk again, saying that he had just gone to Old Man Li's house for a drink and wanted to go home to rest, and declined the invitation politely.
"Huh!"
When he was almost home, Bu Fan suddenly raised his eyes and looked into the distance.
At this moment, two figures passed quickly past a place invisible to the naked eye.
"Are they the two people from last time?"
Although I saw two women this time, their aura cultivation was the same as that of the two people who passed by here last time.
But this time the two monks were still passing by.
I don’t know what these two monks are going to do?
However, this seems to be none of his business.
As long as they don't come here, it doesn't matter where they go.
…
the other side.
The two beautiful women shot towards the sky very fast, turning into two rainbows.
"Master, we have already found one in Jiuzhou of Wei Dynasty. Is it possible that the Son of God is not in Wei Dynasty?" The pretty woman on the side turned to look at the cold woman on the side and asked.
"We won't know until we search the remaining three states!" the cold woman replied coldly.
"Then where should we go next?" The pretty woman did not dare to say anything, so she had to ask.
"Yongzhou!"
As soon as the cold woman finished speaking, her body suddenly stopped, and the pretty woman also stopped in mid-air.
At this moment, not far from the two of them, there was an old man with gray hair and a childlike face.
The old man wore a light gray Taoist robe and held a whisk in his hand. Under his seat was a white crane with the cultivation level of the God Transformation Stage. He had the aura of an immortal.
"I have met my senior. I wonder why my senior is stopping me, my master and my disciple?"
The cold woman's face was still cold, but her expression was respectful, she bowed her head and saluted.
"I just happened to be passing by here!"
The old man shook his head and chuckled: "You two are disciples of the Chaos Sect, right?"
"How did senior know about us?" The cold woman was startled and said somewhat unexpectedly.
"The longer you live, the more you know!"
The old man couldn't help but sigh: "Every time your Chaos Sect is born, it means that a shocking talent will be born in the world of immortality. I remember that the last time he appeared was about a thousand years ago!"
The cold woman remained silent.
But a flash of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the pretty woman beside her.
The astonishing talent from more than a thousand years ago could not be Senior Brother Meng in the sect.
"Little friend, you don't need to panic. I don't care about your search for people. There are so many geniuses in the world of immortality.
But there are only a few who can make it to the end. Although cultivation qualifications are extremely important for practitioners, they are not everything!" The old man smiled lightly.
"Senior, please give me some advice!" the cold woman said respectfully.
“Great perseverance and great opportunities are both indispensable!”
The old man flicked the whisk in his hand, and the white crane that sat down suddenly flew to the sky.
"Thanks for the guidance, senior!"
The cold woman bowed respectfully towards the direction in which the old man was leaving.
"Master, who was that senior just now? Why did he call our sect the Chaos Sect? Isn't our sect the first sect in all eternity?"
The pretty woman on the side said a little confused.
"The Chaos Sect is just a name given to our sect by outside monks!" the cold woman explained softly.
"So that's it, but who is that senior?" the pretty woman asked in confusion.
"I can probably guess who he is!"
The cold woman looked back at the direction in which the old man left, "He is Master Cangming, the Supreme Elder of Tianmen Holy Land!"
"Master, are you talking about the one who cultivated into Mahayana with the qualification of waste spiritual root?" The pretty woman beside her suddenly widened her beautiful eyes.
"Now Master Cang Ming is not a Mahayana cultivator, but a half-step through tribulation!"
The cold woman shook her head, "Our search for the Son of God has been known to other sects. We must quickly find the whereabouts of the Son of God!"
The pretty woman on the side understood what Master meant, and the two of them immediately turned into a rainbow and disappeared from the sky.
…
"I think that old boy Wu Xuanzi is still sitting in the capital. When I came out this time, I happened to ask him about the painting of Xiao Taibai!"
Master Cangming stroked his white beard and suddenly noticed the white crane under his seat looking towards the east.
"Zhui Feng, what are you looking at?"
"nothing!"
A magnetic male voice came from Bai He's mouth, "Old man, where are we going?"
"Go to the capital!"
Master Cangming didn't take it seriously and answered softly.
The white crane immediately flew towards the capital.
But as it flew away, I still couldn't help but look to the east.
There is a small village in the east. The small village looks a little different from other villages.