Zhang Lin looked at the twins, then at the nun, with a gloomy face:
"What on earth do you want to do!"
"Why did the priest suddenly ask you to deal with me and the gentleman!"
The nun slowly shook her head, revealing a gentle smile under her closed eyes:
"Miss Zhang Lin, we were never meant to deal with you and the gentleman."
"It's just... you shouldn't interfere in this matter."
Behind him, the younger brother of the twins said with a smile:
"From Eternal Grass to the current Lanruo Hotel, all this is because two employers found the priest at the same time."
"And it just so happens that they have similar demands."
"That's... the watchman!"
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"But don't worry, you have suffered a lot during this time."
"As long as you and the gentleman are obedient, the nun and I will not do anything to you."
"Right, Brother Komori!"
The blind brother among the twins immediately touched his younger brother's head lovingly: "Well, you're right! Brother Xiaohai."
Suddenly, Brother Gemini showed a look of surprise:
"Huh?"
"The breath of the watchman and executioner...is gone?"
The nun couldn't help but said:
"Is it hiding?"
Brother Gemini shook his head: "No."
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"My brother and I used the world of candy and cookies to create a parallel main line in the game, just to confuse the two of them."
"But...it seems like the supernatural monster here said something?"
"Anyway, they disappeared on the top floor."
"How about...ask the Xiexin Cult, maybe they know..."
…
Kong Sang and Zhao Yuecheng watched each other disappear.
After a period of weightlessness, Kong Sang gradually opened his eyes.
The self in front of me... seems to be much younger?
Moreover, he is actually dressed as a monk?
In the midst of doubts, many confusing things began to pour into my mind.
Kong Sang was in shock and doubt, and her eyes began to gradually change.
…
The thirty-first year of Hongwu:
Sang wore a bamboo hat and linen clothes, carried a bag on his back, and used a branch as a walking stick to support himself on the mountain road.
"call……"
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Sang looked up and couldn't help but muttered: "This weather is getting more and more poisonous."
Saying that, Sang shook his head and found a nearby stream.
The river seems to be flowing down from the top of the mountain, and the water is crystal clear.
Sang took out his own water bottle from his bag, filled it with water, and scooped up some large gulps to drink.
"Well, the water from the mountain stream is quite sweet."
Sang looked at the filled kettle with a smile and tied it around his waist.
"Wow!"
Suddenly a splash of water splashed on Sang's face.
When I looked down, I saw it was a vermilion carp.
"Amitabha." Sang smiled and clasped his hands together, actually saying hello to the carp.
The scarlet carp looked at Sang, shook its tail in a humane manner, and then quickly swam away.
"Well, seeing the red carp is a good sign."
"But... when the fish swam in, there was no fishy smell, but there was a scent of medicinal herbs, which is also strange."
Sang immediately stood up and walked down the mountain road to continue walking down.
suddenly:
"oops!"
"Monk, help!"
There was an exclamation from above.
Sang turned around in confusion, but saw no one.
Immediately:
"Bang!"
A figure from above hit him hard.
"Holy shit!"
Sang secretly cursed and fell down before he could react.
"Ahem!"
In the dust, the other party coughed one after another, and muttered in hindsight:
"Well, it doesn't hurt at all."
Sang stood up angrily:
"You...you heartless person!"
"You don't feel pain, I feel pain!"
Only then did the other party realize that Sang was pinned beneath him, and he quickly turned over:
"Ah, sorry!"
"Are you okay? Uh... little master?"
Sang waved his sleeves and shook the dust away, and then he saw the person in front of him clearly.
Dressed like a young gentleman, he looks like he comes from a well-to-do family, his eyes are bright, his lips are red and his teeth are white, so he looks like a young man who is inexperienced in the world.
The young man scratched his head:
"Little Master...is he a monk?"
Sang shook his head helplessly: "That's right."
"My name is Daoyan, but... I don't need to use this name now."
"How can you call me Sang?"
The young man said "Oh" and stretched out his hand to pull up the monk, who was not much older than him.
"Just call me Cheng."
"Sang takes this mountain road...could he be going to Lanxi?"
After receiving Sang's affirmation, Acheng immediately laughed:
"That's a coincidence."
"I am from Lanxi Town."
Sang looked at the other party in surprise:
"In that case, why did you..."
Ah Cheng scratched his head in embarrassment:
"Today is my mother's death anniversary."
"She loved orchids the most during her lifetime."
"The orchids are blooming very well on this mountain. I just found a particularly beautiful one on it and wanted to pick it."
"Unexpectedly...it fell directly."
As he said this, Acheng seemed to have thought of something and quickly took off the bamboo basket he was carrying.
After seeing that the orchids inside were not damaged, I was slightly relieved.
Sang took a quick look and saw that the orchid was extremely well protected.
Even after falling from above, Cheng seemed to be deliberately protecting his bamboo basket.
Thinking of this, Sang smiled and said:
"It is fate that you and I meet each other this time. Although I have not been practicing Buddhism for a few years, I still know some scriptures for blessings."
"If Mr. Acheng is willing, I can go with you to the grave to pay homage."
Acheng immediately grabbed Sang's hand excitedly:
"Is this true?!"
"Thank you! Thank you so much, little master!"
Sang Que coughed slightly and stretched out his hand:
"A copper plate."
"..." Cheng's mouth twitched: "You wanted to go with me, and now you want to collect money from me?"
Sang said with a smile:
"Monks also need to eat, right?"
"Furthermore, it seems to me that Mr. Acheng is from a wealthy family. He only has a copper coin. This is what Mr. Acheng wants."
Although these words are somewhat rude.
But Acheng surprisingly didn't hate it.
He rolled his eyes, handed over a copper plate with some anger, and muttered: "Fake monk, come with me!"
Sang smiled and clasped his hands together:
"Oh my, I'm so sorry for costing Mr. Acheng so much money."
Although he was polite on the surface, he didn't feel guilty when taking money.
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After collecting the copper coins, Sang followed Acheng and walked in another direction.
Along the way, Cheng was a real person and actually told the truth about his situation.
It turns out that Ah Cheng was his former name.
His father passed away when he was young, and his mother has taken him up to this day.
After his mother died of illness two years ago, his only relatives were the Ning family, a merchant family in Lanxi Town.
The head of the Ning family is Acheng's uncle. After hearing that Acheng had no relatives, he took him to the Ning family.
Acheng's uncle and aunt were very loving, but they were unable to have children and had no children.
In the huge Ning Mansion, there were only two children.
One is him.
The other one is from the aunt's family. The original surname is Zhang. Now he has been adopted by his uncle and aunt. As an adopted son, he has been given the surname Ning, with the single character "Qi".
The family treated him very well, but there was none of the dramatic abuse and abuse in the picture books.
Ah Cheng had no worries about food and clothing, and his uncle and aunt even encouraged him to continue studying.
But according to Acheng's own words, he really couldn't stand those stereotyped writings, and instead became interested in landscape calligraphy and painting.
Sang, who was listening in, couldn't help but raise his forehead.
I thought to myself that this young gentleman is really a real person.
To be able to talk so eloquently to a person whom you have just met for the first time and whom you have blackmailed.
In less than half a moment, Ah Cheng's mouth was dry.
Sang smiled helplessly and interrupted the other party without any trace:
"In that case, Cheng is your nickname."
"The man's real name is..."
Acheng said with a smile: "My real name is very nice, my name is Ning Caichen!"
Sang nodded slightly:
"indeed."
"Poetic and picturesque, it suits your temperament."
With that said, under the leadership of Acheng, Sang was taken to a creek at the foot of the mountain.
Sang looked around and nodded:
"This place is surrounded by mountains and rivers. Based on the location of the tomb, it is indeed a geomantic treasure."
Ah Cheng asked in surprise:
"Aren't you a monk?"
"How do you still know about Feng Shui?"
Sang smiled and took out a fly whisk from his cuff and waved it lightly. It actually felt like a fairy.
"Ahem."
"When I help people with Feng Shui, I am no longer a monk."
"I would call myself a bald little Taoist priest!"
Ah Cheng tilted his head slightly and twitched the corners of his mouth.
"You...you fake monk!"
Sang smiled slightly:
"Whether it's Buddha or Tao, it's all the same."
"I believe whatever you want to believe, and use whatever is useful. I don't care about the form!"
Saying that, Sang waved his whisk lightly, and another string of Buddhist beads appeared in his hand.
The moment he sat cross-legged, the slight look on his face disappeared.
Instead, there is a sense of solemnity.
Acheng was slightly taken aback by this sudden change.
But he saw that Sang had already recited the Buddhist sutra to appease the dead - "Ksitigarbha Sutra".
In an instant, wild flowers were in full bloom all around.
A little bit of fragrance hits your face.
Looking up, I saw birds flying above the trees, each looking at Sang, as if listening carefully.
There was even a vermilion carp emerging from the creek and pool not far away.
And the most amazing thing is that on his mother's tombstone, some vines grow faintly from the ground and wrap around it.
Ah Cheng scratched his head.
He suddenly felt that for this gesture, he had only paid one copper coin, and it seemed that he had made a profit.
While Sang was chanting, Ah Cheng took down the bamboo basket and carefully placed the orchids in front of his mother's tombstone.
After about a stick of incense, Sang slowly opened his eyes.
Cheng, who was on the side, was still immersed in the inexplicable emotions. He was about to say thank you when he saw Sang suddenly stood up and threw himself into the small pool beside him with a smile.
"Oh, it's you little fat guy, I see you again!"
Suddenly, with the sound of splashing water, the scarlet carp, known as Fatty, shook its tail vigorously and disappeared into the pool.
Ah Cheng opened his mouth, and finally rolled his eyes helplessly:
"I think...you are just a fake monk!"
Sang laughed:
"Follow your heart and do whatever you want."
"This is my law, my way."
"You are a common person, you don't understand, hahahaha..."