The Little Monk Goes Down the Mountain [Transmigration Book]

"Zhan...Master Zhanming." Fu Zizheng stuttered because of Zhanming's sudden gentle eyes: "Where do you want to stay? Is it an ordinary monk's inn, or a rented cave?"

Zhan Ming didn't realize that Fu Zizheng was wrong, he smiled lightly: "Let's go to the inn, it won't last long."

Hearing what Zhan Ming said, Fu Zizheng felt a little lost in his heart. The people in the inn talked a lot and the two of them probably wouldn't spend too much time together...

"Alright." Fu Zizheng said with a forced smile, "I've lived here before, so I'll take you there."

Zhan Ming nodded, and Xin Xinran followed.

After walking along the main road of Xiancheng for about a mile, Zhan Ming saw a magnificent building, carved with dragons and phoenixes, and there was a horizontal board carved from red sandalwood between the eaves, on which was written a big Liu Character.

Zhan Ming's heart turned slightly, but he understood a little bit.

"Could this restaurant belong to the Liu family?" Zhan Ming asked curiously.

Fu Zizheng nodded, and said in a deep voice: "In this entire fairy city, all the properties are either named Liu or Wen, and there is no other surname. Wen's behavior is perverted and sharp, but Liu's can be a little better. I have wronged you."

Zhan Ming was slightly taken aback when he heard this, but when he turned his head and saw the sincerity on Fu Zizheng's face, he couldn't help but smile: "Fu Tanyue is serious, the environment here is very good, there is no grievance or grievance."

Maybe he didn't know the environment of Zhaohui Temple's ascetic practice at all, and he really thought that all the disciples of the high school were soft sleepers on high beds.

Fu Zizheng pursed his lips, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, did he say something wrong?

He glanced at Zhanming again, and found that his expression was still the same, so he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said cautiously: "Then let's go in."

Zhan Ming nodded, followed Fu Zizheng's footsteps and walked in.

As soon as he entered the gate of the inn, he found that the lobby was very spacious, several times larger than what he saw from the outside. Zhan Ming couldn't help admiring: "Good method! Could it be that we borrowed the method of the mustard space?"

Before Fu Zizheng could answer, a well-dressed young man suddenly walked out beside him, clapping his hands and praising: "Little master is really insightful."

His words drew the eyes of Zhan Ming and Fu Zizheng to him, and they saw that this man was wearing a white brocade robe, his black hair was like lacquer, his eyebrows were wide and clear, and he was in a graceful manner.

Zhan Ming frowned imperceptibly, he didn't know this person.

"I don't know who is your Excellency?" Before Zhan Ming could speak, Fu Zizheng spoke up first. His tone was cold, completely different from his gentle appearance before, but these people probably didn't know it. At this time, his dark eyes were also staring straight at This person has a gloomy expression.

The man seemed taken aback by Fu Zizheng's words, and couldn't help but glance at him. The long curtain blocked his sight, but he always felt a little uncomfortable.

"I was the one to be rude." The man continued to turn his face to look at Zhan Ming, and bowed his hands politely: "I met two fellow Taoists in Bowang City, Lu Yuanzhi."

"Surname Lu?" Fu Zizheng asked with some surprise.

Lu Yuanzhi curled his lips unnaturally, and nodded: "Exactly."

"So that's how it is." Fu Zizheng said meaningfully, with a hint of teasing hidden in his tone, and Lu Yuanzhi's face quickly turned red.

"I still have something to do today, so I won't bother you two. I'm leaving." For Fu Zizheng's unfinished words, Lu Yuanzhi only felt his cheeks were on fire, and he no longer wanted to strike up a conversation, so he hurriedly left, looking very embarrassed.

Zhan Ming looked at this scene with some surprise, and asked curiously: "What's the matter? Why is this fellow Taoist so eager?"

Fu Zizheng chuckled lightly, and said in a low voice, "Master Zhanming may not know that this Fellow Daoist Lu is very famous in Bowang City."

"Famous?" Zhan Ming was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Fu Zizheng meant.

Seeing his ignorant look, Fu Zizheng couldn't help but soften his heart, and said softly, "Lu Yuanzhi is actually the son of the city lord Liu Yun, but he is a disgraceful illegitimate child. Miss Wen knew about it back then. There was a lot of trouble in the city, and finally Liu Yun abandoned Lu Yuanzhi and his mother for the sake of power, and Lu Yuanzhi couldn't enter the Liu family's family tree, so he took his mother's surname."

"There is such a past." Zhan Ming couldn't help sighing a few words, it seemed that the two clans in Bowang City didn't want to show such harmony.

Fu Zizheng saw that there seemed to be sympathy in his expression, he couldn't help feeling a little awkward, and hurriedly said: "But you don't have to sympathize with him, this Fellow Daoist Lu is a heroic figure, and he is less talented than the children born to Miss Wen." He must be tall, so Liu Yun has valued him very much these past few years, I heard that recently Liu Yun is seeking to have him recorded in Liu's name."

"So that's it." Zhan Ming nodded, "It seems that Fellow Daoist Lu has finally come to light."

Seeing Zhan Ming relieved, Fu Zizheng secretly rejoiced, and instead of saying anything about Lu Yuanzhi, he led Zhan Ming towards the counter.

Because they came late, there are not many rooms in the inn now, and most of them are scattered in the corner and the rooms are not well located. Preemptively said: "I think the room on the third floor is not bad, the two of us can live in it, there is no need to be so particular about going out."

Fu Zizheng's original anger suddenly turned into spring after he said these words, with a faint hint of surprise.

The two of them were going to share a room, and Fu Zizheng's mind suddenly became a mess. He was panicked and at a loss for what to do.

It's a pity that Zhan Ming didn't notice Fu Zizheng's change. He smiled and took the jade slip from his second hand, and walked towards the third floor. Fu Zizheng also followed him upstairs in a daze.

The room on the third floor was a suite, not small, and the two of them could indeed live there, and Fu Zizheng was finally sober at this time, sitting at the table a little at a loss, not knowing what to do,

Seeing him sitting there upright, Zhan Ming felt a little funny for a moment, and said softly, "Fu Tanyue, do you want to take a rest? I want to go to the City Lord's Mansion in a while, do you want to go with me?"

The City Lord's Mansion should be regarded as the most important place in the entire Immortal City. Whether a monk needs to undertake tasks or move freely in the Immortal City, he must register with the City Lord's Mansion.

Fu Zizheng reacted suddenly, and immediately stood up: "I'll go!"

Zhan Ming was taken aback by him, but smiled again: "Okay, then let's go together."

When going to the city lord's mansion, nothing special happened. Zhan Ming just wandered around, made a registration, and went back after looking at the mission hall that only appeared in the travel notes. Before getting the details of the fairy city, Zhan Ming decided to stand still.

Fu Zizheng naturally obeyed Zhan Ming's decision unconditionally. In fact, he didn't have much interest in this Bowang City. This time he came with Zhan Ming just to get closer to him.

The two of them had been wandering around the fairy city in the past few days, and Fu Zizheng also took advantage of this opportunity to tell him everything he knew about the fairy city.

It turns out that although the Liu and Wen families temporarily managed Xiancheng through marriage and achieved temporary harmony, the entanglement between the two families was actually very serious.

As the city lord, Liu Yun is very flirtatious. When he was young, he messed around everywhere, and often had conflicts with Bai Yuening, who was the wife of the city lord. Although he was a little better than before, he was not very harmonious.

Liu Yun's early romantic affairs also left a lot of troubles. For example, the young master Lu they met on the first day was the most famous of all his troubles.

After hearing these affairs, Zhan Ming felt a little uneasy in his heart. He always felt that it was a bit disturbing that this illegitimate son of Mr. Lu was so prominent.

Although Zhan Ming was not born in Zhonglu, he still knows a thing or two about certain customs in Zhonglu. The Zhonglu aristocratic family values ​​concubines the most, not to mention illegitimate children who are not well-known.

Zhan Ming's worries didn't last long. One day they just came out of the inn and were about to go shopping in the nearby monks' market, but suddenly they saw a violent fight coming from the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

Zhan Ming was startled, monks were never allowed to fight in Bowang City, could it be...

All the monks in the city were attracted by the sound of fighting, and they turned their heads to look, only to find a blue light and a white light entangled upwards, and some people with low cultivation level vomited blood on the spot due to the sound of the impact of spells.

"Bai Yuening! Don't bully people too much!" An angry reprimand came from midair.

"Liu Yun, do you want to blame me for the evil you gave birth to!" The shrill female voice was full of sarcasm.

It turned out to be the city lord couple!

"Even if I did something wrong back then, what's wrong with Yuan Zhi? You actually murdered a child!" Liu Yun's voice was a bit sad, and the blue light was also slightly unstable.

Zhan Ming was shocked, Lu Yuanzhi died!

The sound spread throughout Bowang City, and almost all the monks heard the news, and their expressions were no more surprised than Zhan Ming.

"Master Zhanming." Fu Zizheng turned his head to look at Zhanming with a solemn expression, "If we want to leave this time, it may not be easy."

Zhan Ming also knew this in his heart. The death of the city lord's son was unknown. Although the city lord and his wife were fighting fiercely at this time, the monks in this city might not be able to get rid of the suspicion.

As soon as Fu Zizheng finished speaking, a middle-aged man in white flew towards the place of the fight, and shouted, "Stop!"