"Host, it's time to go."
The system voice sounded.
Chu Feng nodded, raised his steps, and rose lightly into the air, stepping into the time and space tunnel as if strolling in a courtyard.
Suddenly, a breeze blew from the east, passing over the lake and causing ripples.
The people have gone, but the beautiful scenery remains.
Hu Erniang and Ah Qing looked at each other and disappeared. Under the yellowish sunset, there was only a small boat floating on the lake, blending into the beautiful scenery, forming a harmonious picture.
…
I saw how charming the West Lake was, and I expected the West Lake to be so charming when it saw me.
Standing on the edge of the West Lake, Chu Feng borrowed Xin Qiji's words and softly praised the original style of the West Lake in the Song Dynasty, while not forgetting to praise himself.
Speaking of West Lake, many people will think of Leifeng Pagoda, and then think of Bai Suzhen, Xu Xian, Fa Hai and others.
Yes, this is the world of White Snake.
In the next period of time, Chu Feng will preach here.
Different from the previous eagerness for quick success and golden fingers, this time Chu Feng decided to live by the West Lake and complete the mission in a leisurely manner.
For convenience, Chu Feng bought a house on the edge of the West Lake with three thousand copper coins, with three entrances and three exits. Thinking about future generations, villas by the West Lake can easily cost hundreds of millions. This price is simply a bargain.
Standing on the roof of my house, looking around is the soothingly beautiful West Lake. Monks should live in this kind of place.
In this way, after more than ten days, Chu Feng decided to go out for a walk.
Since ancient times, Taoist priests have never been homebodies. In years of disaster, Taoist priests, unlike monks, have surplus food at home and need to go out to find food.
Since the residence was right on the edge of the West Lake, Chu Feng entered the crowd without walking far. In this era, it was not unusual for a Taoist priest. But a Taoist priest who is more handsome than Pan An and Song Yu is different.
From time to time, ladies who were traveling stopped to look at it in the distance.
This time Chu Feng paid attention to following his heart and did not deliberately cover up in other ways.
There was faint smoke in the green mountains in the distance, and Chu Feng couldn't help but walk over.
He originally thought that it was a mountain road with fewer pedestrians, but unexpectedly there were more and more people on the road. Through the words of passers-by, Chu Feng also found out that it was the Qingming Festival and people came to pay homage to their ancestors.
Remember the original plot, at this time, Xu Xian, his sister Xu Jiaorong, and brother-in-law Li Gongfu should come to pay homage to their ancestors.
After walking forward for a while, Chu Feng felt something in his heart. He looked to the east and saw two men and a woman walking down the mountain through the heavy trees.
The woman was in her mid-twenties, slightly plump, dressed in blue and white floral clothes, carrying a basket, talking and laughing, and looked very happy.
One of the men was slightly older than the woman, with a big face and big ears. A faint smile appeared on his majestic face from time to time. At first glance, he seemed to be a serious person.
Another man, about twenty years old, looks like a boy and a girl, very handsome, and has a bookish air in his movements. Such a man is very popular among women in this era of prosperous literary style.
No, just as Chu Feng was watching, in the pavilion about 20 steps to the east of the three of them, two fairly good-looking ladies were talking softly, their eyes passing over Xu Xian from time to time. The shyness of women in this era , so that they can only do this step at most. When the three of them walked away, the two women looked elsewhere.
At this time, Chu Feng had arrived at the edge of the West Lake. No matter what era, the most important thing in scenic spots is fortune-telling.
Under the shade of the trees, lined up, linen-clad gods, fortune tellers, Tianjimen... it was a mess, most of them were wearing Taoist robes, but none of them had any cultivation level.
However, these people had vicious eyes. They saw Chu Feng from a distance and showed an evil look. Chu Feng's appearance was so pretentious that they instinctively felt threatened.
In fortune telling, true ability is important, and appearance is equally important. Just imagine, a person with a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks, and a big mole on his face, who looks like a traitor. Anyone who sees it will instinctively dislike it.
Chu Feng, a generation of experts, could naturally perceive such subtle emotions easily. Of course, he didn't pay attention. His eyes passed through the crowd, looking for Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing who might be nearby.
For this mission, the mediators, Xiao Qing and Xu Xian, are candidates, but he has not decided yet.
After watching for a while, but with no results, Chu Feng stepped into the shaded area where this group of ancient fortune tellers gathered.
Dozens of pairs of unkind eyes glanced over at once. Chu Feng didn't care and continued walking inside.
Suddenly, a deep voice sounded.
"This benefactor, Zhong Lingyuxiu, has a transcendent temperament, and is destined to be my Buddha."
Chu Feng almost stumbled. Isn't this a famous quote from the Western leader who forced people to come to this world? This is equivalent to taking a simple task to the level of hell.
Turning his head and looking to one side, Chu Feng felt a shiver in his heart. He saw a monk dressed like a beggar. He was dirty and had no trace of his cultivation.
Such a person either has a higher level of cultivation than him, or has a secret treasure covering his body.
"Master is joking. Pindao is a Taoist priest. As the saying goes, monks and Taoists have different paths. However, if master is willing to join our Taoist school, Pindao can introduce him."
The group of fortune tellers in Taoist robes, who were Taoist priests themselves, shouted: "Master, I am the head of the Tianji Sect in Baiyun Mountain. I am currently traveling around the world and need a boy who can play the flute."
"Monk, Pindao is a second-generation disciple of Qiantang Seven Stars Monastery. Now seeing that you are destined to my Taoist sect, I have decided to help you enter Taoism."
"Monk, my lineage of linen-clothed gods has not been passed on to anyone yet. Now I see that your bones are extraordinary and you are a unique Taoist genius. If you are willing to join, I will only charge you ten copper coins."
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Under the shade of the tree, a monk in tattered monk robes was leaning against the tree. The corner of his mouth twitched and he took out a broken fan from his back and fanned it a few times.
Chu Feng, who had been staring at him, felt something in his heart and asked, "Master, is the Daoji monk from Lingyin Temple?"
The monk, who looked like a beggar, did not answer. He stretched out a dirty hand and scratched his arms a few times. He took out a skinny louse and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it and kept chewing it. A crisp sound came out.
The fortune tellers were immediately disgusted and all moved their stalls twenty or thirty steps away.
Since then, only Chu Feng and the monk suspected of being Jigong are left in this area.
"When will the porridge be gone and the meal come? It's all because of the difficulty of healing in a skin bag. Such a body is so ignorant, it only reaches the abdomen after entering the throat, and in the blink of an eye, it is still hungry. Only the monk doesn't care, and must drink three cups slowly. Winter is still coming. Hanging summer clothes, although the shape is ugly, the heart is not lost."
The monk who looked like Jigong started singing acapella while shaking his head.
People who didn't know it thought he was a crazy monk who had gone crazy.
Chu Feng, who had completely confirmed the identity of this person, felt awe-inspiring in his heart. If he guessed correctly, today is the day when Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian meet. What does Jigong mean by appearing here? He is here to protect him.
