This seat is a villain

Erythrina has been raining heavily for several days.

Shanzhen stood quietly in front of the window sill, reached out to pick up a mayfly trapped in a puddle, and placed it on a well-bloomed Chunlan.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.A young novice came in through the door and said respectfully, "Master, the time for the precept meeting has come."

Shanzhen nodded slightly, and followed the little monk out of the meditation room.

Master Shanzhen is young, but his wrist is much tougher than his master.Back then, the Celestial Gates of Kyushu jointly attacked Little Chang'an Temple for more than half a year, but they couldn't get any benefit from him.Under the leadership of Shanzhen, Little Chang'an Temple went through dangers like a barbarian, and jumped to Beidou again in just a few years.

After the battle with Baijia Xianmen, the prestige of Little Chang'an Temple is even greater than before.What was held today was just an ordinary precept meeting in the temple, but it still attracted many people to wait outside the dojo.

The common people waited outside the temple early in the morning to listen to Master Shanzhen's lectures.Master Shanzhen is different from his master who lives in seclusion. He often preaches on the altar in person, and there are many believers among the people.

When Shanzhen arrived at the monastery, all the monks from the Little Chang'an Temple had arrived.In the eyes of everyone's anticipation, Shanzhen stepped onto the altar calmly.He was dressed in a snow-white monk's robe, with a solemn and stern face, but his compassionate eyes seemed to be able to melt away all the misery in the world.

The newly-lost disciples knelt in a circle under the altar, waiting for Master Shanzhen to teach them precepts.After the precept meeting, they formally worshiped in the Little Chang'an Temple. Since then, the morning bells and evening drums cut off the past.

After a round of complicated interrogation, Shanzhen held a ruler in his hand and led the crowd to chant the "Gathering of Refuge".The singing and chanting of thousands of people alarmed a sparrow resting on the Buddha statue. The sparrow fluttered its wings and flew to the sky in the blink of an eye.

Shanzhen's eyes drifted away with the flying birds, and finally did not know where they fell.

At the foot of Mount Jialou, Yanqing squatted in the field with no demeanor, with a frowning expression on his face.Jin Yi has always been open-minded, she stood aside with her hands in her hands, still as if she didn't care about anything.

Today, both of them are dressed as businessmen, and they look like brothers and sisters from a landlord and rich peasant family.

Yanqing is a scholar, but after taking charge of Jiutianmen, he seems to have got into the eyes of money, and can get involved in any business.Under his leadership, the members of Jiutianmen really felt the benefits of being rich, and they were not so keen on committing crimes. Every day, they were thinking about how to speculate and make money.

Several peasants surrounded the field ridge, hesitant and afraid to go forward.After a long while, an old man leaned on a cane, came tremblingly in front of Yanqing, and boldly said: "Master, there is a plague of locusts this year, and there is really no harvest in the field..."

Yan Qing sighed heavily and stood up helplessly.What the old man said was true. The locusts have devoured the ground as far as he can see right now, and there is hardly a good seedling to be found.

Yan Qing waved his hand and called Jing Lan not far away.He thought for a moment, and said to Jing Lan: "Order, from now on, all tenants will reduce their rent for three months."

Jin Yi at the side glanced at him lightly, his gaze was like a pair of small knives.Yanqing quickly changed his words: "Half a year's exemption."

Jin Yi coughed lightly, seemingly still dissatisfied.Yan Qing took a good look at his words, endured the pain in his heart and continued: "Open the granary in the east of the city, and give porridge at Leshan Hall tomorrow morning and evening."

Jin Yi's complexion changed from cloudy to sunny, and she began to destroy the weeds on the ground in boredom.

After inspecting the properties at the foot of Mount Garuda, it was nearly dusk.Yanqing and Jinyi, dressed as mortal landlords, passed through the tuluo formation and walked unsteadily up the mountain.

"This day is really endless." There are many trivial matters in Jiutianmen. Yanqing's years as the head of the gate were really miserable. Halfway through the journey, he couldn't help asking Jin Yi: "Are Jin Huan and Xue Yao in love?" When are you going to come back?"

"Who knows." Jin Yi heard this question long ago. She took the fragrant pear given by the tenants at the foot of the mountain from Jing Lan, wiped it casually, and took a bite: "They may not know where they are now. Well, I think you'd better not count on it."

Jing Lan followed behind the two of them silently without speaking.He wanted to go down the mountain after this time was over, and wondered if the master would agree.

The bird lightly landed on the window sill of an unknown restaurant in the south of the Yangtze River, and the sound of people in the window attracted its attention.

A hand stretched out from the window, with a peanut hidden in the palm.

"...The master of the Nine Heavens Sect has no heart to swallow a snake, and will kill himself if he does many unrighteous actions. In the end, he became obsessed because of his practice of demonic arts, and has since disappeared."

Xingmu snapped the picture with a "snap", and the story of the teahouse storyteller won a lot of applause.

A golden bead flew from the crowd and fell straight into the storyteller's arms.The old man caught it quickly, and looked up into the crowd in great surprise.

I saw a young gentleman under the stage smiling and praising: "That's a good point."

That young master had a pair of cold and fierce eyebrows and eyes that were not easy to get along with, but fortunately, those eyes were full of smiles at this moment.The young master looked at a man beside him, and said gloatingly, "Brother Lin, it can be seen that we still need to do good deeds and accumulate virtue in this world."

Lin Jinhuan raised his head and glanced at the laughing storyteller on the stage, and said with deep conviction, "What Brother Xue said is absolutely true."

The storyteller accepted a golden bead from Xue Yao for no reason, and seemed extraordinarily eager.He cheerfully said to Xue Yao: "My lord, what else do you want to hear, I can continue to talk to you."

Xue Yao raised his brows, and before he could speak, a stunned man at the next table asked abruptly, "Nowadays, the world is changing, and there are many talented people from various sects. Where will the Kyushu Immortal Sect go?"

Storytellers think young people have no eyesight.The old man stared, and said angrily: "I'm a storyteller, not a fortune teller, how would I know this?"

Lin Jinhuan drank the last sip of tea in the cup, turned his head and looked out the window, then got up and held out his hand to Xue Yao.

He doesn't care where the Kyushu Immortal Gate will go. Now that the lights are on, he and Xue Yao are going to go home.

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The author has something to say:

Finally, finally, finally, it's over~

This is the first story I've ever written, and I put a lot of emotion into it.Everyone in the story lives in my heart.

Thanks to everyone who supported and encouraged me along the way. Before this, I never thought that I could finish a book. It was you who made me discover another possibility of myself. I really love you all.

The story of Xiao Lin and Xiao Xue is coming to an end~ I hope their stories have brought you happiness (?).