"Eye of the Sky!"
"Altar of Luck!"
"Sacrificing luck can guide opportunities!"
"Cien Temple, Diamond Sutra!"
Chen Yuan stayed in place stiffly. Under the influx of cool air, he vaguely saw the incomplete altar covered with blood-colored lines in his mind.
"It turns out... I have a golden finger!" Chen Yuan flashed this idea.
"Chen Yuan, you did a good job!"
Head catcher Huang Xing praised him, stepped forward and patted Chen Yuan on the shoulder, causing his consciousness to turn around instantly. After that, he saw the blood flowing down the blade of the knife and onto his hand.
Tie Shou's eyes widened, as if he didn't expect that he would die in the hands of a small government servant.
The long knife was inserted into Tie Shou's left heart, and the blade was halfway submerged.
Chen Yuan gasped slightly, and a flash of joy flashed in his heart.
Fortunately, I was smart and had already prepared a bag of lime powder and hid it in my chest.
Otherwise, seeing how Iron Hand blasted Wang Ping away with one palm, he would definitely not be much better.
"What a boy, I actually hid a bag of lime powder." Huang Xing didn't pay attention to Chen Yuan's dull expression.
Thinking that he was under the oppression of the iron hand, he did not come back to his senses for a while.
Chen Yuan forced out a smile: "Finally, we killed this villain!"
"After I get back, I will ask the county captain for your credit."
Huang Xing was very happy. He killed Iron Shou, and the county magistrate and county captain also had an explanation.
The head catcher seems to have an official background and a local background as the Huang family, but if the county magistrate is unhappy, it will be very uncomfortable to manipulate 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, Tie Shou's body collapsed to the ground.
"How... can you still move?" Chen Yuan asked while holding Wang Ping in his arms.
"Don't...don't move, it's broken...it's broken..."
"A few broken ribs...his damn iron hands...are really cruel!"
Wang Ping gasped.
Head catcher Huang Xing checked the iron hand and confirmed that there were no problems. He turned around and walked to Wang Ping and said:
"This time I will mark your merits. Don't worry, you will be rewarded."
"Thank...Thank you, sir."
Huang Xing's eyes became darker, he glanced at several white servants and said calmly:
"Send Wang Ping to the hospital."
He didn't criticize them too much. These white servants were just a type of corvee. They could do their jobs and bully the common people, but when it came to risking their lives, they had no courage at all.
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late at night.
Chen Yuan was lying on the bed, thinking about the consciousness that came to his mind today.
Goldfinger!
He also has a golden finger!
The only difference is that his golden finger is a bit special and needs to absorb luck to activate it.
Otherwise, even if Chen Yuan follows the rules for the rest of his life, there will be no 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, and as long as it absorbs luck, it can guide him to opportunities.
As for the Sky Eye...
It was a pupil technique that was introduced into Chen Yuan's mind after the Altar of Luck was activated.
As long as you practice this pupil technique, you can detect people with good luck within a hundred meters.
Kill him and the luck on his body will be absorbed by the Qi Luck Altar.
Ci'en Temple, Diamond Sutra.
It is the opportunity to guide after absorbing the luck of the iron hand.
"This...doesn't it mean I'm going to hunt down all the children of destiny in the world!"
Chen Yuan felt scared for a while.
This is about to embark on the path of a great villain, and it doesn't take much to think about it. People who can have good luck may be geniuses with top martial arts qualifications.
There is a background behind these geniuses!
The old age is already a common trope in novels where children are beaten to become old again!
"And... today, I killed someone!"
At close range, a knife stabbed into the chest, and the iron hand refused to close its eyes.
But what really shocked Chen Yuan was that he didn't show any abnormal behavior and was even...a little excited.
Bloodthirsty.
This is a word that flashed through Chen Yuan's mind.
After a quarter of silence, Chen Yuan closed his eyes.
...
In the early morning, everything was quiet, and a ray of light appeared on the eastern horizon, carefully infiltrating the sky.
Ping'an County, North Gate.
A man wearing a government uniform, riding a brown horse, left Ping An County.
This person is Chen Yuan.
The purpose of his trip was the message from the altar of luck in his mind, Ci'en Temple, and the Diamond Sutra.
The sky and the earth are not as big as a golden finger!
This is the realization of a certain ten-year-old bookworm.
He didn't sleep well last night, and his mind kept thinking about the moment when Tie Shou was stabbed to death by him, and the information that came into his mind.
Therefore, as soon as it was dawn, we couldn't wait to rush to the destination of our trip.
Ci'en Temple is a small temple located ten miles north of Ping'an County. Two hundred years ago, Buddhism spread to the Central Plains in the Western Regions, and Buddhist temples began to bloom throughout the Jin Dynasty.
Ci'en Temple is one of the most inconspicuous ones.
Ci'en Temple is nothing in the world, but on weekdays, it is still popular.
In the past, my predecessor often followed his uncle to burn incense and worship Buddha, so Chen Yuan was no stranger to the road.
Along the way, Chen Yuan was thinking about the message from the broken altar in his mind. Words such as luck and chance were constantly pondered by Chen Yuan.
It took nearly half an hour for Chen Yuan to ride his horse and arrive in front of Ci'en Temple.
Nowadays, disasters are everywhere in the world, and people's lives are more difficult. There are also many fewer people going to Ci'en Temple to burn incense.
After leaving the horse to the care of the monks and nuns in the temple, Chen Yuan found a familiar monk and wanted to enter the Sutra Pavilion to have a look. The scriptures in it did not contain any magical secrets, but 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 sutras in front of him.
The green-robed monk smiled and nodded:
"The Diamond Sutra in the temple is all here. What is Chen Shi's main use?"
After pondering for a moment, Chen Yuan explained:
"My uncle liked the Diamond Sutra the most during his lifetime. It will be the anniversary of his death in a few days. Chen wants to take all these scriptures away and burn them to his uncle. I hope the master can..."
The monk frowned slightly and shook his head:
"Donor Chen, if you only take away one copy of these Diamond Sutras, the poor monk can still make the decision, but taking them all away requires the approval of the presiding officer."
Chen Yuan smiled and handed over a tael of silver.
"I hope the master will be accommodating for my filial piety."
The monk looked around, quietly put the money into his sleeves, clasped his hands together and said:
"When old benefactor Chen was still alive, he often came to the temple to burn incense. Naturally, the poor monk would not be unkind, and I think the host would agree."
"Thank you, Master."
Chen Yuan put away the scriptures and chuckled in his heart.
The law of true fragrance never goes out of style.
Even monks are no exception!
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