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A shepherdess who was less than ten years old claimed that she went up the mountain to gather spiritual grass to feed her sheep.

"Through spiritual grass?"

"Ha..."

Xuan Yuan behind him shook his head and laughed.

A little girl who is less than ten years old dares to claim that she goes up the mountain to collect spiritual grass, which is extremely precious spiritual grass.

Is that what you can pick up if you say it?

How old are you?

The point is, this little girl actually said that she uses spiritual grass to feed the sheep. This joke is a bit big and even a bit the biggest joke in the world.

In this world, whose sheep is so arrogant and should be fed through spiritual grass?

Is your sheep a demonic beast or a Monster King?

"The monk big brother, when I was a child, many, many years ago, I drank a particularly delicious goat milk tea."

"I collected rootless water in the morning and waited for me You can harvest the spiritual grass and feed the sheep, and you can make this kind of goat milk tea after the goat’s milk."

"Do you know what kind of goat milk tea is?"

"I Remember the taste, it is the best goat milk tea, the best taste I have ever drunk when I was a kid."

"I want to drink the best goat milk tea I ever drank when I was a kid before I died. ."

The little girl smiled sweetly, her eyes filled with memories that seemed to be very long ago.

It's more like remembering the most precious time in life.

This kind of remembrance appeared on a little girl who was less than ten years old. Xuan Xin was unbelievable and didn't feel a bit strange.

"Big brother monk, I have never said so much to anyone."

"I'm going up the mountain."

After talking about the little girl Turning around, his small body got into the bush of thorns.

Struggling to lie down on the mountain.

Looking at the little girl's back, especially her every step, Xuan Xin's eyes burst out with a strong charm and sharpness.

Under the gaze of Lucky Golden Eye.

Every small step of this little girl leaves a special kind of Dao Rhyme on the ground......

All that is left is a mark of light, this extremely mysterious and abstruse.

Xuan Xin thought he was dazzled.

"abbot, this little girl is just talking nonsense."

"Really unfathomable mystery."

In Xuan Yuan's view, this What the little girl said is particularly unfathomable mystery.

Unreliable, and completely illogical.

……

Shaoshi Mountain, it is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down the mountain, but fortunately, after going down the mountain is the official road.

The official road is wide and flat, which is equivalent to a highway in modern times.

Even if you have a Ferrari, it is not a problem to run on this official road.

Wearing a Buddhist Monk Robe, holding a Nine Ringed Monk Staff, and carrying the Purple-Gold Alms Bowl Xuan Xin, he walked on the broad and flat official road with the respect of an accomplished monk.

Appreciating the beautiful scenery along the way.

Xuan Yuan, who is slightly chubby behind him, is wearing a gray and thin monk's clothes, carrying a big sack.

Quickly behind Xuan Xin.

On the official road, more pedestrians pass by to-and-fro.

There is even a lot of carriage.

Some business travelers.

Xuan Xin and Xuan Yuan are going down the mountain for alms this time, their destination is Luoxian Town, ten miles away.

Although Luoxian Town is a small town, it is inhabited by hundreds of thousands of people. There are many merchants in the town that are still prosperous in economic development.

"abbot, it's here."

Xuan Yuan pointed to the front, people coming, people going, people coming, people going, people coming, people going, people coming, people going excitedly in the lively market with noisy voices.

The official road ahead, bluestone paved roads, the wide streets are endlessly crowded with business travelers, and there are countless stalls and vendors on both sides of the street.

There are also lavish restaurants, pawn shops in and out, and market merchants with prosperous businesses in all walks of life.

This bazaar is full of fireworks.

Very energetic.

Xuan Xin and Xuan Yuan seem a little out of sync after entering the lively and bustling market.

Especially Xuan Xin, is even more a crane in a flock of chickens, beautiful facial features, gorgeous Buddhist Monk Robe, holding Nine Ringed Monk Staff holding the Purple-Gold Alms Bowl.

The Divine Monk has an extraordinary temperament, as if he did not belong to this mundane world.

The common people in the market, after noticing Xuan Xin, a pair of vision voted for a pair of vision.

This World, Martial Dao is prosperous, but respects the Dharma.

The status of monks is very high.

Especially monks like Xuan Xin, whose appearance is very deceptive.

It looks extraordinary, and it is almost natural to be welcomed!

"Master, which temple do you belong to?"

On the side of the market street, a short man selling biscuits curiously inquired.

Luoxian Town is just a small town. There are not many monks that you usually see. I have never seen a beautiful and decent person like Xuan Xin.

"Amitabha."

"From Shaolin Temple, this poor monk is called Xuan Xin."

A Buddha title was announced, and Xuan Xin gave his own The name was reported.

"Shaolin Temple?"

"Have you never heard of this temple?"

The short man selling cooking cakes scratched his head and looked confused. I can't remember this temple called Shaolin.

"It seems that there is a temple in Shaoshi Mountain called Shaolin Temple......"

"It is a small temple in the mountains......"

A Boss selling Yangchun noodles next to it. , The mumbled way of looking thoughtful.

"Master, eat cooking cakes, I don't want your money."

The short man selling cooking cakes took out a fragrant and warm cooking cake and handed it to Xuan Xin.

It all depends on the extraordinary appearance of Xuan Xin and the demeanor of the Taoist monk.

Please eat for the face.

"Master, let me make you a bowl of plain noodles."

"I don't need money either."

The hawker who sells Yangchun noodles is also eager. Greeted each other.

In this world where Buddhism is respected, Xuan Xin can get a meal just by selling the image.

You can be respected by others.

If you change to Xuan Yuan, after reporting the name of Shaolin, I am afraid that people will not bother to take another look.

If you want to be respected, if you want to get a good meal, you have to spend a lot of talk and show some ability.

"Amitabha."

Xuan Xin turned his head, did not pay attention to the two of them, but stared blankly at the corner of the street.

I didn't pay attention to the two hawkers, but walked straight over.

There is a smelly ditch on the corner of the street, and a broken straw shed was built on the side. An old man who is seriously ill slept on the ground.

He is in tattered clothes and is seriously ill. He is covered with abscesses and a foul-smelling breath spreads over his face.

"Abbot is not allowed."

Xuan Yuan behind him saw Xuan Xin moved towards the old man.

The frowned immediately stopped.

Xuan Xin step one stopped, her eyes flashed with charm, but in the end she walked past firmly.

In his eyes, divine ability: Lucky Golden Eye watched, but he saw an extremely incredible scene.

This seriously ill Senior has a golden light of luck on his body, and there are boundless merits in this golden light.

These countless merits are condensed into an 8-Layer merit golden tower.

Golden tower 9th floor of merit is about to condense and take shape.

With such great luck and such immeasurable merit, Xuan Xin would not believe that this Senior would be so extraordinary if it weren't for Lucky Golden Eye.

An old man who is about to be seriously ill and dying has such a Great Destiny!

"abbot, this man has a sickness."

"Don't go!"

Xuan Yuan, who follows Xuan Xin, faces assaults the The stench of senses can't help but cover his mouth and nose with disgust.

This old man has abscesses all over his body. At first glance, he is suffering from a bad illness and is not long dead.

Like this bad disease, you will be infected if you don’t pay attention.

That's why Xuan Yuan is so anxious.

That kind of worry.

"Amitabha."

Xuan Xin resisted the stench with a compassionate expression of profound mystery, ignoring Xuan Yuan's anxious persuasion and came to the old man's side.