"You're already here, why don't you go burn some incense?" Jiang Nao asked.
Feng Wuli thought for a while: "It's okay, but I'll go up, you don't."
"Why?"
"Many of these enshrined gods have prototypes, and they are still alive in the world today. Practitioners cannot casually offer incense to them. It is too involved. If a powerful practitioner offers incense to them, they may be discovered immediately. "
"What will happen if we find out?"
"Not great, but a little rude."
"So interesting?" She thought for a moment and asked, "Then are you a powerful practitioner?"
"Depending on how strong is defined, my spiritual power is naturally close to the level of an immortal, but in a fight, I might not be able to defeat an intermediate monster without Wang Xilou's strength."
Jiang Nao looked surprised: "But aren't you very good at fighting?"
"Do you have to tell me?" Feng Wuli looked strange.
Jiang Nao already understood that expression, it meant that you guys are too hot-headed.
"..."
Now that she has been brought in, she must be responsible. Feng Wuli usually patiently explains the world of monsters to her.
There are many street stalls and hawkers on the mountain gate road over there, and the things are very expensive. A bottle of water will cost you five yuan or ten yuan, but the original value has increased several times because of the mountain road.
There are many things for sale.
Fruits, tea eggs, roasted starch sausages, and sun hats, assembly line products in the name of handicrafts, local specialties that are very attractive to outsiders.
Feng Wuli walked to the incense stall.
This boss is also a talented person. He got an orange cassock from somewhere and is bald. He pretends to be a monk and looks more professional than other stalls.
No. 1 in the industry.
Fortunately, the monks from Nanshan Temple did not come out to drive him away.
Feng Wuli squatted down to pick some incense.
"Little girl, are you coming to Nanshan Temple to pray for blessings with your boyfriend?"
Feng Wuli didn't care at all.
Jiang Nao had nothing to do, so he helped pick out some. He knelt down and made a mess for Feng Wuli, who was picking out incense at the stall.
The boss asked them to buy the concentric knot, which was sold nearby and was the wooden sign hanging on the marriage tree.
The tree in front of the temple fell down one day, and no dealer here was innocent.
Hearing what the boss said, the boy in front of the stall was a little excited, but the fairy-like girl just smiled and shook her head.
Jiang Nao felt that he looked like a person when he smiled. After thinking about it for a long time, it finally came to his mind.
Feng Wuli looked like Wang Xilou when he smiled.
Especially now that her girlish face looks more like Wang Xilou's, the two of them seem to overlap.
But he just looks like that, his face is always so gentle and gentle. Wang Xilou's words are really gentle, but there has always been a sense of distance in this guy. Just like now, gentleness and kindness are just words. .
He has been learning from Wang Xilou, but he can only learn from the outside.
Jiang Nao came to this conclusion.
Feng Wuli bargained with the boss.
The boss was surprised to find that this little girl knew the market very well.
When I asked, I found out that they were running an incense and candle shop!
Finally, the boss gave the concentric knot to the two of them, saying how beautiful the two dolls were, so he gave it away.
Jiang Nao happily took it and put it in his pocket as if nothing had happened.
This was Feng Wuli's first time to go to the temple to offer incense. It was another ordinary human experience.
It doesn’t feel like anything special, but it’s novel and I haven’t tried it before.
I made a wish for peace and joy.
He simply experiences this kind of ordinary person's wish and has no other feelings.
It was made with Jiang Nao's body, so she was naturally the recipient of the blessing.
He found a novice monk and told him that an old friend was coming to visit and that he wanted to find Master Xuanyi.
The novice monk looked at the two of them, nodded with a smile, and led them to the backyard.
The layout of the backyard is simple, and there are not many modern products in sight. Every little monk you see on the road will salute.
Feng Wuli returned the favor one by one.
Jiang Nao also followed his example and returned the favor, but it looked a little funny.
As I got closer, I heard the sound of chopping wood.
In the open space behind there was a tall and handsome monk holding an ax and splitting the firewood in front of him. He was wearing relatively new monk robes and new Arhat shoes. He looked fresh and fresh. Several rooms in the backyard looked very old from the outside. , but the interior decoration is modern.
"Uncle Master, this female donor said she knows you and came to see you if you have anything to do."
The monk wiped his sweat and turned around: "Unreasonable? Ha! Why are you here?"
"Ah? I, uh..." Jiang Nao subconsciously looked at Feng Wuli.
Feng Wuli thanked the little novice monk and bowed. The little novice monk said goodbye and went back. Then he asked Jiang Nao to take out the knife from the bag.
The tall monk looked at the two of them with confusion.
"This sword is too evil and has killed many people. Master Xuanyi, please help me suppress this sword for a while. I will come back to pick it up in half a month."
The monk looked confused and looked back and forth between Feng Wuli and Jiang Nao.
"This female donor..."
"My surname is Jiang." Feng Wuli said calmly.
The monk looked at his 'friend' aside.
Jiang Nao quickly agreed: "That's it, Master Xuanyi, please help us suppress this sword."
The monk touched his bald head and said with a smile: "This matter is not urgent. Please talk to me carefully. Since you are an unreasonable friend, I will definitely help you with this favor."
Feng Wuli's sullen face changed.
Sighing, she told him about it.
They chatted for a long time, and Jiang Nao soon found an excuse and ran out.
The monk watched his former 'friend' leave, and then he couldn't hide his smile and said: "We haven't seen each other for a long time, how did we end up like this?"
"... Something went wrong, but it can be replaced soon. Please keep an eye on this knife for me. I won't trust it next to her."
"OK!"
"You obviously have such a strong inspiration, but you can't practice. It's really strange."
"It's not about inspiration, it's about being familiar with you."
The smell of rice wafted from the kitchen, and his stomach growled after a day of climbing the mountain. The monk laughed. It was lunch time, so he went to get two bowls of vegetarian food, and the two of them sat in front of the steps in the backyard.
A tall and mighty monk, and a young and pretty female donor.
The two of them moved in unison with their legs spread out, their arms resting on their knees, and holding a bowl in their hands. Their sitting posture was very manly.
"Didn't you say you had a cold? I see you are very lively."
"It's just a little cold."
He smiled coldly and said: "A cold is a very serious matter, I advise you to pay more attention to it."
He now couldn't bear to see others saying that catching a cold was a trivial matter.
"It's easier to sweat."
Feng Wuli took a bite of his rice and looked at the mountains outside. There were many monsters in the mountains. In the past, he could see many strange things.
Now, it depends on the mountain or the mountain.
This was the second place besides the incense and candle shop where he could relax completely.
"Perhaps you don't know that there are a lot of little monsters living here. I met them when I first came here. They said they were going to the mountains to pick herbs for treating colds. They should let me deliver them after a while."
"Those little monsters? It's really hard on them."
Feng Wuli was stunned for a moment, stroking the hair beside his ear: "Do you know about their existence? I thought you never knew."
"You can't see or hear it, but occasionally you can feel the excitement around you, and you can guess it."
"They always thought you didn't know about them, and asked me not to tell you."
"Haha, really? What did they say about me?"
"Say you're an idiot."
The monk scratched his head and said, forget it.
"Why don't you tell them you know them?" Feng Wuli asked calmly.
The monk took a big bite of rice and said in a slurred voice: "So what if I know? Do they know? I can't see them. In the end, we can't get married. It's you, unreasonable..."
"The Red Luan star is moving."
The two of them squatted on the stone steps holding bowls, looking at the mountains.
"Your death star has moved."
