Taoist Temple of Time and Space

Chapter 385 392. I see how charming the West Lake is, but I expect the West Lake to see me like this
"Host, you can go."

The sound of the system sounded.

Chu Feng nodded, raised his footsteps, and floated up into the air like a stroll in the courtyard, stepping into the space-time tunnel.

Suddenly, a gust of wind came from the east and swept across the lake, causing ripples.

People have gone, but the beauty remains.

Hu Erniang and Ah Qing looked at each other, and their figures disappeared.Under the yellowish sunset, there is only one boat left, floating on the lake, blending into the beautiful scenery, forming a harmonious picture.

……

I see how charming the West Lake is, but I expect the West Lake to see me like this.

Standing on the edge of the West Lake, Chu Feng, borrowing Xin Qiji's words, softly praised the original style of the West Lake in the Song Dynasty, and at the same time did not forget to praise himself.

When it comes to West Lake, many people will think of Leifeng Pagoda, and then think of Bai Suzhen, Xu Xian, Fa Hai and others.

That's right, this is the world of The Legend of the White Snake.

In the next period of time, Chu Feng will preach here.

Different from the previous quick success and cheating, this time Chu Feng decided to live by the West Lake and complete the preaching with a leisurely attitude.

For convenience, Chu Feng bought a house by the West Lake with three thousand copper coins, with three entrances and three exits.Thinking about later generations, the villas by the West Lake can easily cost hundreds of millions. This price is simply the price of cabbage.

Standing on the roof of my house, looking around, is the beautiful and peaceful West Lake.Monks should live in this kind of place.

So, after more than ten days, Chu Feng decided to go out for a walk.

Since ancient times, Taoist priests have never been homeboys.In times of disaster, Taoist priests, unlike monks, have surplus food at home and need to go out to find food.

Since the house was right by the West Lake, Chu Feng got into the crowd without going far. In this day and age, it is not unusual for a Taoist priest.But a Taoist priest who is handsome and has surpassed Pan An and Song Yu is different.

From time to time, there are ladies who are playing, stopping in the distance to look at it.

This time Chu Feng paid attention to following his heart, and did not intentionally change into other appearances to cover up.

The green hills in the distance were faintly shrouded in smoke, and Chu Feng couldn't help but walked over.

I thought it was a mountain road and there should be fewer pedestrians, but there were more and more people on the road. Through the mouths of passers-by, Chu Feng also figured out that it is the Ching Ming Festival, and people come to worship their ancestors.

I remember the original plot, at this time, Xu Xian should come to worship the ancestors with his sister Xu Jiaorong and brother-in-law Li Gongfu.

After walking for a while, Chu Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he looked to the east, where two men and a woman were going down the mountain, blocked by many trees.

The woman is 25 or [-] years old, slightly plump, dressed in blue and white floral clothes, carrying a basket, talking and laughing, looking very happy.

One of the men was slightly older than the woman, with big ears, and a faint smile on his majestic face from time to time. He was usually a serious person.

Another man, about 20 years old, male and female, very handsome, with a bookish look in his gestures, such a person is very popular among women in this era of prosperous writing style.

No, while Chu Feng was watching, in the gazebo about twenty steps to the east of the three of them, two pretty-looking ladies were talking softly, their gazes passing Xu Xian from time to time, the shyness of women in this age , 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 already come to the edge of the West Lake. No matter which era, the most indispensable place for scenic spots is fortune-telling.

Under the shade of the trees, lined up, linen clothes gods, magic fortune tellers, heavenly secret gates... all in a mess, most of them were wearing Taoist robes, but none of them had cultivation.

However, these people's eyes were venomous, and they saw Chu Feng from a distance, and they showed a hostile look. Chu Feng's appearance defied the sky, which made them instinctively feel threatened.

For fortune-telling, real ability is important, but appearance is equally important. Just imagine, a person with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek and a big mole on his face, who looks like a villain, will instinctively dislike anyone who sees it.

Chu Feng's generation of masters, such subtle emotions can naturally be easily perceived, of course he didn't care, his eyes flicked across the crowd, looking for Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing who might be nearby.

For this preaching, the mediators, Xiaoqing and Xu Xian are all candidates, and he has not yet confirmed it yet.

After looking at it for a while, but seeing nothing, Chu Feng stepped into the tree-shaded area where the group of ancient fortune tellers gathered.

Dozens of pairs of unkind eyes swept over immediately.Chu Feng didn't care, and continued to walk inside.

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded.

"This benefactor, Zhong Lingyuxiu, has a transcendent temperament, and is destined for my Buddha."

Chu Feng almost staggered. Isn't this sentence the famous saying of the leader of the western sect who forcibly pulled people in? Could it be that he also came to this world? This is equivalent to raising the simple task to the level of hell.

Turning his head to look to one side, Chu Feng's heart shuddered. He was a monk dressed like a beggar. He was dirty and had no cultivation at all.

Such a person must either have a higher level of cultivation than him, or be covered by secret treasures.

"Master was joking. Pindao is a Taoist priest. As the saying goes, monks and Taoists have different paths. However, if the master is willing to enter my Taoist school, Pindao can recommend him."

The group of fortune tellers in Taoist robes, who were Taoist priests, booed: "Master, Pindao is the head of the Tianji Sect of Baiyun Mountain. Now he is walking in the rivers and lakes, and he needs a flute boy."

"Monk, Pindao is the second-generation disciple of Qixing Temple in Qiantang. Seeing that you are destined for my Taoism, I decided to take you into the Tao."

"Monk, I haven't passed on my school of sackcloth gods yet, and now I see that your skeleton is very strange, and you are a rare talent in cultivating Taoism. If you are willing to start, I will only charge you ten copper coins."

……

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 all the time, felt a twitch in his heart, and asked, "Master, is Master Daoji from Lingyin Temple?"

The monk who looked like a beggar didn't answer. He stretched out a dirty hand, scratched his bosom a few times, grabbed a skinny louse and stuffed it into his mouth. There was a bang and crisp sound.

The fortune tellers were immediately disgusted, and they all moved their booths away by twenty or thirty steps.

In this way, only Chu Feng and the monk suspected of Jigong were left in this area.

"When is the porridge gone? It's hard to heal the porridge. This kind of body is so ignorant, it enters the throat and then reaches the abdomen, and it's hungry again in a blink of an eye. Only the monk doesn't care, and he has to drink three cups slowly. Winter is still coming. Hanging summer clothes, although the shape is ugly, the heart is not lost."

The monk suspected of being Jigong shook his head and sang a cappella.

Those who didn't know thought it was a crazy monk who had lost his nerve.

Chu Feng, who had completely confirmed the identity of this person, felt awe-inspiring. If he guessed correctly, today is the day when Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian meet. What does it mean that Jigong appears here?

(End of this chapter)