I Have a Luck Altar

  Chapter 2 Luck Altar

   "Sky Eye!"

   "Altar of Luck!"

   "Sacrificing luck can guide luck!"

   "Ci'en Temple,"

  Chen Yuan stayed where he was stiffly. At this moment, under the influx of cool air, he vaguely saw the incomplete altar covered with **** lines in his mind.

   "It turns out that I have golden fingers!" Chen Yuan flashed this thought.

   "Chen Yuan, you did a good job!"

  Huang Xing, the head catcher, praised him, stepped forward and patted Chen Yuan on the shoulder, causing his consciousness to turn around in an instant. After that, he saw the blood flowing down the blade to his hand.

  Tieshou's eyes widened, as if he didn't expect to die in the hands of a small yamen servant.

  The long knife was inserted into Tie Shou's left chest, half of the blade penetrated.

  Chen Yuan panted slightly, a flash of happiness flashed in his heart.

  Fortunately, I was clever, and I had already prepared a bag of lime powder and hid it in my chest.

  Otherwise, seeing Wang Ping flying away with the palm of his iron hand, he will definitely not be much better.

   "My boy, I even hid a bag of lime powder." Huang Xing didn't care about Chen Yuan's dull expression.

   thought that he was under the oppression of iron hands, and he didn't recover for a while.

  Chen Yuan squeezed out a smile: "After all, I killed this villain!"

   "After you go back, I will ask Mr. County Captain for credit for you."

  Huang Xing was very happy. After killing Tie Shou, the county magistrate and county lieutenant also had an explanation.

  Captain seems to have an official status and the background of the Huang family as a local snake, but if the county magistrate is unhappy, it will be very uncomfortable to handle him.

   "Uh...uh..."

  Wang Ping's subtle voice came from not far away, Chen Yuan quickly reacted, let go of the knife in his hand, and went to help Wang Ping.

   Without support, Iron Hand's body crashed to the ground.

   "How...can you still move?" Chen Yuan supported Wang Ping and asked.

   "Don't...don't move, break...break..."

   "Broken...a few ribs...fucking iron hands...really ruthless!"

  Wang Ping gasped.

  Captain Huang Xing inspected the iron hand for a while, confirmed that there was no problem, turned around and walked in front of Wang Ping and said:

   "This time I credit you with merit, don't worry, there will be rewards."

   "Thank... Thank you, sir."

  Huang Xing's gaze became a little more gloomy, he glanced at a few white servants, and said lightly:

   "Send Wang Ping to the hospital."

  He didn't criticize too much. These white slaves are a kind of corvee. It's okay to do work and bully the common people.

  …

  …

  Late at night.

  Chen Yuan was lying on the bed, thinking about the consciousness that came into his mind today.

   Goldfinger!

  He also has cheats!

   The only difference is that his golden finger is a bit special, and it needs to absorb luck to attract it.

  Otherwise, even if Chen Yuan followed the steps for the rest of his life, he would not have any reaction.

  And today, he absorbed the mysterious luck from Tie Shou.

   Only then did Goldfinger react.

  His golden finger is called the altar of luck, as long as he absorbs luck, he can guide him to luck.

   And it seems that luck is not owned by everyone, nor does it only have strong strength.

   is more like a mysterious energy.

   It's just in the name of luck.

   After all, this guy Iron Hand is really not like the protagonist in the legend.

   As for the Sky Eye...

   It is a pupil technique that was introduced into Chen Yuan's mind after the luck altar was activated.

  As long as you practice this pupil technique, you will be able to detect people with luck within a hundred meters.

  Kill him, and the luck on his body will be swallowed and absorbed by the altar of luck.

   Temple of Mercy, Diamond Sutra.

   is the opportunity to guide after absorbing the luck of the iron hand.

   "Doesn't this mean that I want to hunt and kill the son of luck in the world!"

  Chen Yuan was afraid for a while.

   This is on the road to becoming a villain, and, without thinking about it, people who can have good fortune may be geniuses with top martial arts aptitude.

   There is a backstage behind these geniuses!

  The thing about hitting the young to grow old is already a routine in the novel that the old can grow old again!

   "And today, I killed someone!"

   At close range, a knife stabbed into the chest, and the iron hand died with nothing to rest on his eyes.

   But what really surprised Chen Yuan was that he didn't show any abnormal behavior, even... a little excited.

   Bloodlust.

   This is a word that flashed through Chen Yuan's mind.

   After a quarter of an hour of silence, Chen Yuan closed his eyes.

  In the early morning, when everything was silent, there was a glimmer of light on the eastern horizon, carefully infiltrating the sky.

  Ping'an County, North Gate.

  A man in the uniform of a government official rode a brown horse and left Ping'an County.

   This person is Chen Yuan.

   And the purpose of his trip was the message from the luck altar in his mind, the Temple of Grace, and the Diamond Sutra.

  The sky and the earth are big, but not as big as Goldfinger!

  This is the realization of a certain ten-year-old bookworm.

  He didn't sleep well last night, and he kept thinking about the moment when Iron Hand was stabbed to death by himself, and the information passed into his mind.

  So, as soon as it was dawn, I couldn't wait to rush to the destination of this trip.

  Ci'en Temple, located ten miles north of Ping'an County, is a small temple. Two hundred years ago, Buddhism from the Western Regions spread to the Central Plains, and Buddhist temples began to bloom everywhere in the Jin Dynasty.

  Ci En Temple is one of the most inconspicuous ones.

   Looking at the world, Ci'en Temple is nothing, but on weekdays, it is also full of incense.

   In the past, his predecessor also often followed his uncle to burn incense and worship Buddha, so Chen Yuan is no stranger to the journey.

   Along the way, Chen Yuan was thinking about the message from the dilapidated altar in his mind. Words such as luck and chance were constantly pondered by Chen Yuan.

   It took nearly half an hour, and Chen Yuan rode his horse to arrive in front of the Temple of Mercy.

  Nowadays disasters and catastrophes are everywhere in the world, and people's lives are relatively difficult, and there are many fewer people going to Ci'en Temple to burn incense.

  Handing the horses to the monks and nuns in the monastery to take care of them, Chen Yuan found a monk he knew well and wanted to go into the Sutra Pavilion to take a look. There were no magical powers and secret methods in the scriptures inside, and they were all Buddhist scriptures.

  So pilgrims are not prohibited from entering.

   "Are these all the Diamond Sutras in the temple?" Chen Yuan asked looking at the dozen or so scriptures in front of him.

  The green-robed monk nodded with a smile:

   "The Vajra Sutras in the temple are all here. What is Chen Shi's main use?"

   After pondering for a moment, Chen Yuan explained:

   "Uncle loved the Diamond Sutra the most during his lifetime. In a few days it will be the anniversary of his death. Chen wants to take all these scriptures away and burn them to uncle. I hope the master can."

  The monk frowned slightly and shook his head:

   "Chen Benefactor, if only one of these Diamond Sutras is taken away, the poor monk can still make the decision, but taking all of them requires the consent of the host."

  Chen Yuan smiled and handed over a tael of silver.

   "For the sake of my filial piety, I hope Master will be accommodating."

  The monk looked around for a while, put the silver into his sleeve calmly, put his hands together and said:

   "When old benefactor Chen was alive, he often came to the temple to burn incense. Naturally, the poor monk would not be unreasonable. Presumably the host would agree."

   "Thank you, Master."

  Chen Yuan put away the scriptures and chuckled in his heart.

  The law of true fragrance is never out of date.

  Even monks are no exception!

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