Chapter 173 Dongxuan Lake
Dayan Qianhao's 19th year, aged in Dingmao, May 5th, the day of the zodiac, Renyin, it is suitable to pray for blessings, open the market, and bury, and avoid raising beams and building buildings. House, go to work.
To the south of the Central Plains, there is a lake named Dongxuan.
There is a poem saying:
The grass is green by Dongxuan Lake, and the clear water reaches the sky and reflects the sun.
Cloud shadows and ripples approach the far shore, and the endless lakes and mountains are filled with mist.
What this poem depicts is the lake scene at dusk in the beginning of summer and the setting sun.
It’s just that... for some people, such a magnificent scenery is not beautiful.
On the meadow by Dongxuan Lake, a young man was walking forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. He carried a coffin larger than others across his back. The heavy coffin weighed him down. He was panting.
The setting sun is like blood, reflecting on Dongxuan Lake, dyeing the green lake water into scarlet. The surface of the lake is sparkling, as if there are thousands of red eyes flashing, which is frightening to see.
By the lake, long grass and reeds swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound, as if they were telling something. The mountains in the distance are covered in a golden-red coat under the afterglow, making them look particularly magnificent.
Looking forward, behind the shadow of the reeds, there is a faint outline of a magnificent Buddhist temple slowly rising from the horizon.
“We’re finally here.”
Fu Qingzhou tightened the straps holding the heavy coffin on his shoulders and took a long breath.
Actually, this coffin is not that heavy for him now... but it can't carry it for a long time!
Yes, he walked all the way from Luoyi, which took him more than half a month.
It's not that he has masochistic tendencies...
On the one hand, it's out of caution. Since he wants to be lifted into the Fanyin Temple, he has to do all the tricks... If he is riding a horse or pulling the coffin in a car, If you run nearby, the finger may be right under someone's nose.
On the other hand, you also need to set aside some time.
This time he comes to be admitted to Fanyin Temple, and others will naturally not be idle. Hua Wuying, Qiu Chan and others will quietly gather some Jianghu comrades, and the Zhao who has gone all out to Baixiao Tower will Mr. Hao Zhao needs to collect enough information.
That's why Fu Qingzhou could slowly carry Fahai's body all the way.
During this period, he also deliberately did not shave and grew a shaggy beard. His hair was messily tied up with ties. In addition, he was exposed to the wind and sun along the way, making him look instantly older. He is six or seven years old.
There were no photos in ancient times. People in Fanyin Temple probably didn’t know enough about Fu Qingzhou’s appearance. His truly unique feature was probably not his appearance at all, but the big bow and arrows on his back. Talisman arrows in the tube.
With his current appearance, there is no need to deliberately disguise himself, and no one will recognize him.
Of course, there is still something that needs to be disguised... that is one's cultivation.
Fu Qingzhou's two techniques, Qi Ran and Yi Ran, are now fused together. Not to mention whether this fusion is real, at least they are very harmonious now, which also results in his inner energy being comparable to the peak true energy of the Sixth Realm...
And he The character who will be disguised next will not dare to have this kind of cultivation.
He went to the Nebula Chamber of Commerce to ask, but there was nothing that could disguise the nature of his skills and cultivation level, not even the Chamber of Commerce...
Fu Qingzhou still remembered the embarrassed expression of shopkeeper Chen Dahe. , the Nebula Chamber of Commerce, which claims to have everything, actually has something that it can’t get!
Fortunately... there is still a smoker.
"You have no brains and you don't know how to adapt!"
At that time, it sneered: "Why do you want to change the nature of the technique and the realm of cultivation? Isn't it just a matter of misleading other people's perceptions? Seeking the distance instead of the near!"
Is it really a genius?
So the matter was settled. Yan Gui was responsible for helping Fu Qingzhou handle the matter. Afterwards... he would change it to a better piece of jade to make it more comfortable.
“Phew… I’m so exhausted.”
Fu Qingzhou sat down at the front door of Fanyin Temple, placed the coffin on the ground with a thud, and wiped his sweat.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw that the bronze door of the temple was tightly closed and it was extremely quiet.
He took a deep breath, raised his neck and shouted.
“Is there anyone?”
“Is there anyone? I’m here to take the great monk’s body back to the temple!”
After sleeping in the open air for more than half a month, his voice became slightly hoarse, and his unpleasant shouts drifted far away, blowing down the green leaves on the temple wall. Soon, there were footsteps from the other side of the door.
Fu Qingzhou seemed unconscious and continued to shout.
Soon, the door creaked open, and a low voice came from the crack: "Who is it! Don't make any noise here!"
Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes and turned towards the door. Look.
A vigilant monk's face appeared from the crack in the door, staring at him with a pair of triangular eyes.
Fu Qingzhou smiled, stood up and straightened his back: "I came here to become a monk!"
"Go, go."
The monk at the door frowned. Said: "We won't accept anyone here."
"Huh? This is wrong!" Fu Qingzhou pointed to the coffin at his feet: "Before this master monk died, he promised that I could enter the temple! ”
The monk looked clearly confused.
Fu Qingzhou didn't show off, he immediately bent down and hummed, pulled out the wooden nails on the lid of the big coffin, and removed the lid.
I saw Fahai's half-faced, slightly rotten and smelly body among them.
“This is?!”
The monk inside the door was shocked and opened the door further: “Senior Brother Fahai?!”
Fu Qingzhou scratched his head... This guy is very powerful. The corpse has become so virtuous, and he can still recognize it?
"You!"
The monk pointed at Fu Qingzhou with a look of dismay: "Who are you...come here!"
He shouted, and soon the door Then there was a burst of footsteps, and not long after, at least six or seven monks opened the door. They were all shocked when they saw the body, and they gathered around him, their bodies filled with murderous intent.
Fu Qingzhou immediately put on a look of horror: "What, what are you doing! I spent a lot of effort to carry him here..."
Before he finished speaking, several swords were already unsheathed and placed on his neck.
"Say!"
The monk who opened the door before said sternly: "Who are you, and why did Brother Fahai die!"
Fu Qingzhou "wants to cry but has no tears" : "He was fucking killed by someone else, it's none of my business!"
The monk narrowed his eyes: "Speak clearly."
Fu Qingzhou said helplessly: "I...I am a butcher. I learned some farming techniques in order not to be bullied. But a few days ago, this great monk passed by and said that I had talent and that I was destined to the Buddha. He asked me what I wanted. Don’t want to learn kung fu from a monk?”
“I asked him if he couldn’t eat meat or sleep with women when he was a monk? He said...”
“Stop it!” The monk’s forehead was full of veins. Jump: "Don't say that these are some or not! Focus on the key points!"
"Oh..."
Fu Qingzhou scratched his head: "Anyway, what he said made me very excited. If I want it, he will He asked me to spend my own money to buy medicinal materials and make a pill. After I swallowed it, I practiced according to what he taught me. Hey, I got it done.”
"After that, he said that he promised some junior brother that he was going to help kill a few people and take me with him when he came back."
"But when he came back... I found out that he had been stabbed in the heart. , Although he is not dead, he is almost there."
He sighed: "He wants me to bring him back and find someone to avenge him. I think this great monk is not bad to me, so I might as well just do it. I took him on the road, but halfway through he couldn't hold on and died. I dug out a lot of money from him and built a coffin for him..."
After that, Fu Qingzhou pointed. The big coffin: "It's all here."
The swords surrounding him still haven't been put down, still braving the cold light and murderous intent.
The monk squinted his triangular eyes and said nothing.
"Tie him up."
After a while, he made a decision: "Leave it to Senior Brother Fajing to decide."
(End of this chapter)