Chapter six hundred and eighty seventh three young people
The old abbot looked at Chen Chao with a smile and said: "It is rare to see a good-tempered person like the donor. I am grateful from the bottom of my heart."
Chen Chao also joked: "This is the first time I have seen such a thick-skinned monk like Master."
The old abbot was not annoyed at all, he just bowed and saluted, "It's a good time for you, donor. See you again when we have the chance."
Chen Chao nodded with a smile and left the temple.
After Chen Chao disappeared from sight, the old abbot slowly turned around and returned to the temple. The middle-aged monk named Huisi came out from somewhere and said worriedly: "Master, you have said so many things.
, how many secrets are revealed, how many years of life will be shortened."
If Chen Chao knew that he had used that small amount of heavenly money to almost make the old monk in front of him lose several years of his life in order to reveal the secret of heaven, I don't know what he would think.
The old abbot didn't care. He patted his disciple on the head and said with a smile: "What are you doing living for so long? If you don't save people, what's the use of studying Buddhism all your life?"
The middle-aged monk raised his eyebrows and retorted: "But Master, you can't reveal secrets to others. Now that you have donated some money, you think he is a good person?!"
"So you are saying that you have not practiced enough. The benefactor is someone who can bring about changes in the world. He cannot be described as a good person."
The old abbot smiled and said: "If this longevity can help him untie his knot, I think it will also benefit the people of Li."
The middle-aged monk asked in confusion: "Master, when did you master the ability to be able to tell the identity of someone at a glance?"
The old abbot said earnestly and seriously: "This is all practice."
After saying this, the old abbot sighed and walked towards the distant Zen room.
The middle-aged monk felt a little ashamed, but soon he saw a scroll falling from the master in front of him. He picked it up and took a look.
Isn't the person in the portrait the same young man who went into the temple to take shelter from the rain?
There is also a line of small words below the portrait.
The middle-aged monk twitched his lips and said, "Master's ability to tell lies, Gujing Muha, is really something I can't learn."
After Chen Chao left Wu'en Temple, he walked along the official road. As he walked, he thought about the old monk's words. He always felt that this old monk should be a qualified monk from an ancient temple. He didn't know why he was in such an ancient temple.
Just stay in a small temple.
But then I thought about it, maybe not necessarily. Who said that these masters have to come from the big sects? The big sects have good children from the aristocratic families, but the small sects, including the poor ones, can't have a noble son?
Nothing in the world can be said accurately.
However, after dealing with the old monk, Chen Chao was not very interested in going to Luming Temple. Although Luming Temple must have many eminent monks, it is really hard to find an old monk like this old monk.
Interesting characters.
We've just walked all the way here, so it's better not to give up halfway. We might as well go and see the place where the black-clothed national master practiced.
Unknowingly, I came to the official road and there were more and more pedestrians.
Most of them are accomplished monks who work in groups of three or five, and there are people of all ages in the team.
Almost all of these people were traveling with him, but they all seemed to be in a hurry and a little anxious, so no one paid attention to this young man in black shirt with a knife.
However, as there were more and more people, some people looked at him a few more times. She was a young woman dressed in snow-white, with a sword hanging from her waist. She was probably the kind of mountain monk who yearned for the grace of a swordsman, but she had no talent for swordsmanship.
, so even though the sword is hanging, no sword energy escapes from his body.
After seeing Chen Chao walking alone, the woman rolled her eyes without concealing her disgust.
Chen Chao was startled. He really couldn't figure out how he provoked the other party and earned such a look.
It was fine if he was alone. In the next half hour, Chen Chao walked slowly on the official road, but he received countless rolls of eyes.
Initially, Chen Chao felt that he was holding his sword, presumably because of his status as a martial artist. However, as he traveled a few miles, he saw many martial arts warriors, but those people did not receive blank looks for no reason.
Chen Chao had doubts in his heart, but there was no one to ask him, so he had no choice but to continue moving forward in confusion.
Later, we approached a county town and there was a tea shop next to the official road. Many monks rested here. When Chen Chao came over, there was only one empty table left.
He asked the tea shop owner for a pot of tea and a plate of snacks. After he sat down, Chen Chao received a look from a decent-looking female monk at the table nearby. Chen Chao sighed and was about to ask. The woman was also the same.
Several people at the table gave him unkind looks, so Chen Chao had no choice but to give up.
However, Chen Chao was naturally timid and fearful in the eyes of those people, so there was a hint of contempt in the woman's eyes.
Chen Chao poured a bowl of tea by himself and just took a sip when a young man burst into the tea shop. After looking around, he came straight to Chen Chao and said with a smile: "Brother, if you don't mind, could you
I'm looking for a seat, but I really can't find a place."
Chen Chao nodded and smiled slightly, "Please help yourself."
The young man smiled gratefully, then also ordered a pot of tea and a plate of snacks, and sat opposite Chen Chao. While waiting for tea, the young man couldn't help but ask, "Brother, are you going to Shenshui Villa to join in the fun?"
Chen Chao was startled, and then he remembered the old monk's words before. He was silent for a moment and asked curiously: "Is it the Shenshui Villa that entrusts the family heirlooms and the youngest son to a certain sect?"
The young man nodded and said with a smile, "Exactly."
Chen Chao said curiously: "I've heard a little bit about it, but I don't know what it is specifically, that so-called family heirloom..."
The young man took the tea handed over by the tea shop owner, took a big sip, and then smiled and said: "It is a natural fairy spring. It is said that it has been flowing for countless years. It is of great benefit for making elixirs and watering elixirs.
In the early years, there were strong men in Shenshui Villa for generations. Therefore, even if the surrounding sects coveted it, they were very honest with their money to buy it. There was never any robbery. However, the moon waxed and waned, and so did the sects.
The ups and downs of glory and disgrace, Shenshui Villa has been passed down to this generation of owners. There are not many strong people in the village. The old owner Huang Qingshan is an old martial artist in the other side realm. In the early years when he was in the prime of life, he could still control it.
, but he has grown old and frail over the years, and had issues with his enemies before. After a fight, he finally suffered a hidden injury, and he knew that he was not going to die soon. In addition, he has only an only son in this generation, and his spiritual talent is limited. He knows that he will die.
Later, I thought that my only son could not control the fairy spring, so I came up with this idea of entrusting an orphan. From my point of view, I was not willing, but I was willing to give up the fairy spring in exchange for a peaceful life for my youngest son. "
The young man was quite talkative, and he explained all the reasons in one breath, "Now, sects from thousands of miles around Bailu Prefecture have sent people here, nominally to recruit disciples, but what does it actually mean? Everyone
You can all see it.”
Chen Chao nodded, "If I accept a disciple now, I will have the final say on how to train him in the future. At worst, I will just raise him as an idler and get a mouthful of immortal spring for nothing. It is a business that is not a loss, and I can still make a name for myself."
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The young man nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, the reputation of a sect is extremely important. Getting it like this is always much better than taking it by force."
"Although the old manor owner is a martial artist, he has a quick mind. Although he is only entrusting his young son to the task this time, he still wants to hold a fairy spring party. When the guests come to the manor, they will all have several bowls of fairy spring water. Whether they drink it themselves
, or keep it for alchemy, it will be of great benefit, doesn’t this attract many monks from Bailu Prefecture to rush here.”
The young man sighed and said: "Although the old manor owner wants to use this to save some favors for his youngest son, how many of the monks who came here will be sincerely grateful? Will they meet the old manor owner in the future?
When your youngest son is in trouble, do you want to help him?"
Chen Chao took a sip of tea and said, "When the tea is cold, the truth can be explained in just four words."
The young man laughed loudly and said, "Brother, you can see clearly."
Afterwards, the two of them were chatting. Chen Chao accidentally mentioned the past incident where he had been looked down upon. The young man laughed and said, "Brother, don't you deliberately imitate the martial artist Chen Chao in your outfit?"
Chen Chao was puzzled, "Isn't this person notorious outside the country, and there are also people who imitate him?"
The young man saw that Chen Chao's expression didn't seem to be fake.
Then he said: "This person's reputation is indeed not very good, but after reaching the third place on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, he killed a young genius monster in the north. Now his reputation outside the country is slightly better. Those monks from the big sects
Naturally, I won't learn it, but many young martial artists have long regarded it as their idol. Nowadays, walking around the world, you can see many young martial artists dressed like this. Although black clothes and swords are hanging, they are not everywhere, but after all,
Occasionally you can see a few."
Chen Chao smiled bitterly and said, "I asked you why I received a blank stare for no reason. It turns out that this kind of thing still happens."
The young man laughed a few times and said, "Brother, that's interesting, but since we've met, why don't we go to the Shenshui Villa to have a bowl of fairy spring water together?"
Chen Chao thought for a moment, nodded and said, "In that case, we can go and have a look together."
The young man smiled and said: "I am Lin Yin, a casual cultivator. Dare you ask me your name?"
Chen Chao sighed and said, "What a coincidence, I have the same surname as Chen Chao, also Chen, but my last name only has the character Zhuo."
"Then Brother Chen's glares are not unfair."
Lin Yin smiled happily.
Chen Chao sighed, as if having the surname Chen was really unfortunate.
Lin Yin patted Chen Chao on the shoulder and was about to say a few words of comfort when he saw a group of monks passing by the tea shop.
Among the monks, there was a beautiful woman, dressed in white, with a pair of captivating eyes, slender legs, and a magnificent chest. With just one glance, you can see all kinds of charm about her.
It's just that although the woman is extremely beautiful, her whole body exudes a sense of desolation that is far away from others. However, instead of making people feel alienated, this makes people want to find out.
Lin Yin clicked his tongue and said, "I didn't expect this person to be here."