Chapter 10

A shepherdess under the age of ten claimed that she went up the mountain to collect psychic grass and feed the sheep.

"Psychic grass?"

"Ha..."

Xuanyuan behind him couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

A little girl under the age of ten dares to claim that she goes up the mountain to collect psychic grass, which is a precious psychic grass.

That's what you said you could pick?

How old are you?

The key is that the little girl said she collected psychic grass to feed the sheep. This joke is a little big, even a little slippery.

At the end of the day, whose sheep are so arrogant that they need to be fed with psychic grass?

Is your sheep a monster or a demon king?

"Brother monk, when I was a child, many, many years ago, I drank a particularly delicious sheep milk tea."

"I collected rootless water in the morning. When I collected psychic grass and fed it to the sheep, the sheep can make this kind of sheep milk tea."

"Do you know what goat milk tea it is?"

"I remember the taste. It's the best sheep milk tea. I had the best taste when I was a child."

"I want to drink the best sheep milk tea I had when I was a child before I died."

The little girl smiled sweetly, and her eyes showed what seemed to be a particularly long-standing good memory.

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

This kind of recollection appeared on a little girl less than ten years old. Xuanxin was incredible and didn't feel a trace of surprise.

"Brother monk, I've never said so much to anyone."

"I'm going up the mountain."

With that, the little girl turned and her little body went into the thorny jungle.

Try to lie down on the mountain.

Looking at the little girl's back, especially her every step, a strong charm and edge burst out in Xuanxin's eyes.

Under the gaze of the lucky golden pupil.

Every little step of the little girl leaves a special rhyme on the ground

All left are bright marks, which is a mysterious and wonderful feeling.

This made Xuanxin think that he was dazzled.

"Abbot, the little girl is talking nonsense."

"It's really puzzling."

In Xuanyuan's opinion, what the little girl said was particularly puzzling.

It's unreliable and completely illogical.

……

Shaoshi mountain, it's easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down the mountain. Fortunately, after going down the mountain, there is official morality.

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

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

Dressed in brocade cassock, holding a nine ring tin staff and holding a purple gold bowl, the Xuanxin sect is a Taoist monk and walks on the broad and flat official path.

Enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way.

Behind him, Xuanyuan, who was slightly fat and wearing gray and thin monk clothes, was carrying a big sack.

Follow closely behind Xuanxin.

On the official road, more pedestrians come and go.

There are even many carriages.

Some business trips.

Xuanxin and Xuanyuan are going down the mountain this time. Their destination is Luoxian town ten miles away.

Although Luoxian town is a small town, it is inhabited by more than 100000 people. There are many merchants in the town, and the economic development is still very prosperous.

"Abbot, here we are."

Xuanyuan pointed to the front, people came and went, traffic was busy, the noise was noisy, and the market was excited.

The official road ahead is paved with bluestone. There are an endless stream of business travelers on the wide street, and countless hawkers on both sides of the street.

There are also rich restaurants, in and out pawn shops, and other prosperous market merchants in all walks of life.

The market smells of fireworks.

Very energetic.

Xuanxin and Xuanyuan seem out of place after entering the bustling market.

Xuanxin, in particular, stands out from the crowd, with beautiful facial features, gorgeous brocade cassock, nine ring tin staff and purple gold bowl.

A group of God monk demeanor and extraordinary temperament seem not to belong to this mortal world.

After noticing Xuanxin, the people in the market cast their eyes in reverence.

In this world, martial arts are prosperous, but Buddhism is respected.

The status of monks is very high.

Especially the monks like Xuanxin, whose appearance and temperament are very confusing.

It looks extraordinary, almost natural and popular!

"Master, which temple are you from?"

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

Luoxian town is just a small town. I don't usually see many monks. I've never seen anything as beautiful and decent as Xuanxin.

"Amitabha."

"I'm from Shaolin Temple. My name is Xuanxin."

After announcing the Buddha's name, Xuanxin reported his name.

"Shaolin Temple?"

"Haven't you heard of this temple?"

The short man selling cooking cakes scratched his head and looked puzzled. He couldn't remember this temple called Shaolin.

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

"It's a small mountain temple..."

The boss who sells Yangchun noodles muttered thoughtfully.

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

The short man selling cooking cakes took out a delicious and hot cooking cake and handed it to Xuanxin.

It all depends on the extraordinary appearance of Xuanxin and the magnanimity of an eminent monk.

Please eat for face.

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

"I don't want money either."

The vendors selling spring noodles are eager to greet each other.

In this Buddhist world, Xuanxin can get food just by selling his appearance.

Can be respected by others.

If it were Xuanyuan, I'm afraid people wouldn't bother to take another look after reporting the name of Shaolin.

If you want to be respected and get a meal, you have to spend more time and show some skills.

"Amitabha."

Xuanxin turned his head and didn't pay attention to them, but he looked at the corner.

Instead of paying attention to the two vendors, he walked straight past.

There is a smelly ditch at the corner, and a broken thatched shed is built on the side. An old man who is seriously ill sleeps on the ground.

He was badly dressed, seriously ill, covered with abscesses and a foul smell.

"Abbot can't."

Xuanyuan behind him saw Xuanxin walking towards the old man.

It was immediately blocked by a frown.

Xuanxin's step was a meal, his eyes flashed with charm, and finally he walked past with firm steps.

In his eyes, the divine power: Qi luck gold pupil looked at him, but he saw an extremely incredible scene.

The old man, who is seriously ill, has a mass of golden light of luck, and there are countless merits in this golden light.

This boundless merit condenses into an eight story merit pagoda.

The ninth floor of the merit pagoda is about to condense.

Such great fortune and such boundless merit, if it weren't for the golden pupil of fortune, Xuanxin couldn't believe that the old man would be so extraordinary.

An old man who is dying of a serious illness has such great luck!

"Abbot, this man has a bad disease."

"No!"

Xuanyuan, who followed behind Xuanxin, could not help but cover his mouth and nose in the face of the stench.

The old man was covered with abscesses. At first glance, he was suffering from a bad disease and died soon.

Like this disease, it will be infected if you don't pay attention.

That's why Xuanyuan was so anxious.

That kind of worry.

"Amitabha."

Xuanxin endured the stench, looked merciful and unpredictable, and came to the old man regardless of Xuanyuan's anxious persuasion.