Chapter 933 Fahai of Jinshan Temple

Hearing Du Qian's words, Xu Xian's face was furious. He finally knew why he always felt something was wrong before.

Two years ago, the master once said that now that the gods and Buddhas have returned to their positions, the world's wind and rain will be under the control of the heavens again.

Under such circumstances, the drought in Luoshui Town for a year could not be just due to the weather. There must be gods and immortals behind it.

Now that he heard the Dragon King's blame, Xu Xian immediately believed it seven points, and a nameless fire surged in his heart.

Du Qian looked at his expression, pondered for a while, and said: "But then again, Luoshui Town used to have good weather and good harvests, and it was indeed the Dragon King's merit to rain on time. The residents of Luoshui Town were accustomed to it and did not think of repaying their gratitude. Instead, they rushed to worship Guanyin Bodhisattva. No wonder the Dragon King was furious."

"..."

Xu Xian frowned and retorted: "Brother Du, this is wrong. If what Brother Du said is true, then the Guanyin Temple is full of copper coins and jade brocade, which means that those who worship Guanyin must be rich people."

"They got rid of The most basic food and clothing line, so he has a higher pursuit, and wants to ask Guanyin for wealth and children. "

"If you really want to talk about ungratefulness, it is these rich people, but what did the Dragon King do? He has not rained for a year, and those rich people have been driven away by him. The only ones left are the old, the young, the women and the poor. Why should he force them again? "

"In this way, isn't it going in the opposite direction? "

Hearing Xu Xian's clear argument, Du Qian couldn't help but look at him with new eyes.

This guy is not really naive. He also has his own views on this kind of thing mixed between black and white, and he can also dig through the appearance of things and get to the essence of things in a very short time.

This approach is indeed very much like the style of a time traveler, but Du Qian always feels that something is wrong.

He frowned slightly, looked at Xu Xian's expression calmly, and thought about whether to try again.

At this moment, Xu Xian suddenly said: "Brother Du, since I know about this, I can't just sit back and do nothing. I can only accept Brother Du's invitation..."

Du Qian was slightly startled and said in surprise: "You want to go back?"

"No." Xu Xian shook his head, "Wait until we are sixty miles ahead and see a pavilion, and then put me down!"

Du Qian was confused, but still agreed.

After traveling more than sixty miles, they came to a dilapidated pavilion. Du Qian stopped the carriage, looked at the pavilion and said: "Is it here?"

Xu Xian got off the carriage, turned around and bowed to Du Qian, and said sincerely: "This is it, thank you Brother Du for giving me a ride, the mountains are high and the waters are long, we have a long way to go, goodbye!"

"... Goodbye."

Du Qian held the reins, smiled and bowed to Xu Xian, and then drove the carriage forward.

After driving more than a hundred meters away, Du Qian confirmed that Xu Xian behind him could not see him, then he raised his hand and waved, and a physical phantom appeared beside him, taking the reins of the carriage from him.

He himself disappeared and quietly returned to the pavilion.

At this time, Xu Xian was standing in the pavilion, watching the carriage leave.

After a while, Xu Xian turned around silently, passed through the pavilion, and walked into the narrow mountain road on the right.

"...Where are you going?"

Du Qian was curious, so he followed quietly.

Not long after, a thick fog appeared at the end of the mountain road.

Xu Xian kept walking and stepped into it, and then his body glowed with a faint light, and he disappeared in the fog.

Seeing this scene, Du Qian couldn't help but smile.

"So that's it..."

He chuckled, released his spiritual sense, and after a little perception, he really found a strange passage.

Without hesitation, Du Qian hid his figure and followed Xu Xian into the fog and entered the passage.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color. The clear sky turned into a dark street in the blink of an eye.

Du Qian stood at the edge of the fog, looking at the candlelit street in front of him and the fog around him with great interest.

"Sure enough, there is also a passage leading to the Banbuduo Inn here..."

In Du Qian's spiritual perception, the fog around him was like the vast East China Sea, and the fog distributed in the valley was a river connecting the East China Sea.

As the saying goes, rivers flow into the sea, and the sea accommodates hundreds of rivers. These fogs are scattered in the three realms in a strange way. Anyone who can find the fogs scattered in the three realms can come here through a specific method.

"This characteristic is somewhat similar to the void gap!"

Du Qian was amazed and immediately stepped out of the fog.

At this time, on the street in front, Xu Xian, dressed in white, was standing in front of the counter.

The waiter behind the counter raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and asked lazily: "What's your last name and your first name?"

Xu Xian calmly replied: "My last name is Xu and my first name is Xian."

The waiter asked again: "Where are you from?"

Xu Xian replied: "From where I came from."

The waiter asked: "Where are you going?"

Xu Xian replied: "To where I'm going."

After a confusing conversation, the waiter nodded, took out a lantern with a peach wood handle from under the counter, and handed it to Xu Xian.

Xu Xian took the lantern, thanked the waiter, and then took a step. He didn't even go into the inn behind the waiter, but walked deeper into the street with the lantern.

When he reached the end of the street, Xu Xian, holding the lantern, didn't stop, and actually bumped into the black wall that seemed to be a dead end, and disappeared from Du Qian's sight.

Du Qian knew that the inns on this street were just disguises, and the real Banbuduo Inn was behind the black wall.

Thinking of this, Du Qian appeared and came to the counter and the waiter.

As early as when he came to this world a few days ago, he already knew about the existence of Banbuduo Inn.

At the same time, based on the name of Banbuduo Inn, Du Qian also guessed another thing, that is, the background tone of this world is most likely the world of the 2006 Liu Tao version of the "White Snake" film and television drama.

It's just that this world has been affected by the main world and the travelers, and many changes have occurred, which deviates greatly from the original plot.

Du Qian couldn't act based on the known plot, he could only take one step at a time.

Looking at the waiter behind the counter, Du Qian was about to speak when he suddenly heard a rush of wind coming from behind him.

"call--"

A strong wind passed by, and an old man in Taoist robes with white hair and childish face rushed in front of him.

Du Qian looked surprised, and just when he was about to speak, the old man took out a thousand-year-old ginseng with strong spiritual energy from his arms, stuffed it into Du Qian's hand, and said apologetically: "Sorry, brother, join the queue!"

After saying that, the old man quickly turned to look at the man and said anxiously: "Give me the lantern quickly!"

The waiter twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Du Qian questioningly.

Du Qian came back to his senses, looked at the old man with interest, nodded and said: "Let him go first, I'm not in a hurry."

After receiving Du Qian's response, the waiter nodded and asked the old man where he came from.

After receiving the signal, the old man took the lantern and hurried towards the street, disappearing into the black wall.

"There is also an unexpected gain..."

Du Qian looked at the ginseng in his hand with a smile, turned his hands and put it into the storage space, then turned to look at the clerk.

At this moment, another figure rushed out of the fog and strode to Du Qian's side.

"Amitabha, donor..."

"You want to jump in line too?"

Before he could finish speaking, Du Qian interrupted him unceremoniously and looked over with an unhappy face.

"……Um?"

After seeing the appearance of the visitor, Du Qian couldn't help but be slightly startled.

I saw this man wearing a brocade cassock, holding a nine-ring tin staff, and wearing a black gauze hat. He had a handsome face, a calm expression, and one hand on his chest. He was clearly a monk with considerable magic power.

Thinking of the plot of "The Legend of White Snake" and Xu Xian's name, Du Qian's expression gradually became weird.

Seeing that Du Qian's expression was wrong, the monk recited the Buddha's name and said calmly: "Amitabha, the donor has misunderstood. The poor monk does not intend to jump in line. He just wants to ask the donor if he has ever seen an old man with a white beard..."

"Oh, he did see it!"

Du Qian looked at the monk with interest: "Who is he to you?"

The monk said calmly: "He is an old friend of the poor monk. The poor monk chased him here and wanted to know if he had entered more than half a step."

Hearing the monk's words, before Du Qian said anything, the waiter behind the counter sighed and said, "I said you, a monk, chased me to the door more than half a step away, and you are not willing to let me go?"

As soon as he said this, the monk immediately understood that the old man had indeed entered more than half a step.

He took a step back, raised one hand and said, "Amitabha, in that case, the poor monk will wait here for a moment."

"No, no need!" Du Qian turned sideways and said politely, "You come first."

The monk glanced at Du Qian in surprise, then bowed slightly to thank him.

"Amitabha, thank you so much, donor!"

After speaking, he held the tin stick and strode forward. The golden rings on the tin stick collided with each other as he walked, making a clattering sound.

Du Qian looked thoughtfully at the very familiar nine-ring tin staff, and then when the monk finished checking the code and received the lantern, he suddenly asked with interest: "Monk, what is your name?"

The monk paused, tilted his head slightly, and said calmly: "Jinshan Temple, Fahai."

After saying that, he stepped forward and walked towards the end of the street ahead with a lantern in hand.

Behind him, Du Qian blinked and looked at his back with a smile on his face.

Sure enough it was him!