That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

The sky at dusk was very gloomy, and a muffled thunder exploded low in the sky, startling the carriages and horses on the road to speed up their pace.

The wheels ran over the uneven road, causing the whole carriage to shake like a broken frame. Suddenly, there was a muffled sound, and the carriage tilted to one side, and a wheel sank into a big hole.

The following cars loaded with goods stopped quickly, and several servants hurriedly jumped out of the cars and surrounded the carriage, pulled away the driver who had just got up from the ground, and opened the curtain to check the condition of the people inside the car .

"Master, are you all right?"

"It's okay." A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy walked out of the car, and while rubbing his aching arm, he asked, "What's going on?"

"Master, the wheel is stuck in a hole." The coachman bent down to inspect it, and said guiltily, "I'm sorry, Master, it was too dark for me to see clearly..."

"Didn't see clearly? What are you using these eyes for? What if you can afford the young master? " The house servants around the front glared at the coachman angrily, and wanted to slap him across the face , was gently stopped by the boy's outstretched hand.

"Master..."

"Shh..." The young man raised his index finger to his lips, pointed to his ear, and said in a low voice, "Listen carefully, there is movement."

Several servants looked at each other, immediately heightened their vigilance, stretched out their hands to press the saber on their waist, and protected the young man in the middle.

There was no one else in the wilderness except for their team of carriages and horses. The wind was not blowing in a hurry, but the grass beside the road shook violently, mixed with some sounds that did not belong to the grass and trees, "creaking" like someone whispering.

"It's a man or a ghost! Come out!" The servant who was the most eager to protect the Lord just now drew his knife out of its sheath, a cold light flashed across the grass, and there was nothing hiding inside.

The sound of "creak creak" became louder and louder, as if something sharp was pulling the wooden wheel under the car, cold sweat broke out on everyone's forehead, the hand holding the knife couldn't help shaking, and they didn't dare to twist their necks Take a look down below.

These servants who guard the house for the master's house have naturally practiced a few times, and they can be fooled when they meet some little hairy bandits, but which bandit will get out from under the wheel must have chosen the wrong auspicious day when they go out Encountered something unclean.

"Ah! Ahh!! Something is grabbing my feet!" The servant closest to the wheel screamed in fright, closed his eyes and slashed at his feet several times with a knife, before falling down to his seat On the ground, facing a pair of green eyes through the gap between the wheels, after a moment of delay, he let out a scream of extreme fear that was so distorted that it didn't sound like a human voice.

As if something came out of the black hole, a strong wind suddenly blew up all around, the carriage tilted to one side was lifted into the air, fell into the crowd and smashed to pieces.

The dead wood piles born out of thin air are growing upwards, the vines and roots are intertwined, and a human face is born on the crumpled old bark, with a pair of green ghostly round eyes.

The house servants fled in all directions in horror, and after running a few steps, they were pulled back by the ankles grabbed by the vines, and fell down under the wooden stake in a mess.

There was a little panic on the young man's face, and he took out a short knife from his sleeve calmly. The cold light of the knife's sheath hit the "face" of the old tree stump, and his eyes narrowed into a slit, revealing a hint of danger. A dozen thick tree roots came out of the ground with mud, like tentacles of waving octopuses, entangled around the boy.

The dagger in his hand reflected the cold light, and the young man gritted his teeth and was about to throw it, when suddenly the sound of breaking wind rang in his ears, and a few small white arrows brushed his shoulder and shot right at the old tree stump. After a few hoarse, dying groans, the old tree stump with a human face fell down and turned into a dry dead tree.

"Cough, cough..." Si Huai brushed the weeds on the side of the road with one hand and waved away the dust with his sleeves, half-walked and half-runned down the low slope, went straight to the edge of the old dead wood and kicked it twice. After making sure that it was completely dead, he pulled out the "little white arrows" stuck in the door of life, wiped the sleeves carelessly a few times, and then hid them back in the fan to make a few quiet fan bones.

The young man was about to thank Si Huai after helping up a few servants, but he was stopped by them before he could take a step forward, and a whisper, "Maybe this person in the wilderness is also a monster" came into Si Huai's mouth. In his ears, he snorted heavily, and took back the steps he was about to leave without leaving his name.

"I saved you all out of good intentions, but I will still be treated as a monster. I should have made you all the fertilizer of the old dryad just now."

"The servants are vulgar, you don't want to take offense." The young man walked up to Si Huai with a few obstructing hands, cupped his hands as a salute, and said in a gentle voice: "Thank you for your rescue, my lord. I don't know your name?"

"Miangui's surname is Si." Si Huai looked up at the already dark sky, the stars and moon were covered by heavy dark clouds, and from time to time, a few flashes of lightning appeared from the clouds. "Look, it's going to rain soon. There is a deserted temple in front of me. I was going to take shelter from the rain. You might as well come with me, young master."

After a short pause, he looked at a few servants not far away, and said, "If you still think I'm a man-eating monster, you can naturally shower outside, but I'm afraid your goods will have to be scrapped."

The mountain rain fell fast and fiercely, and a few servants pushed the cart loaded with goods into the deserted temple on the hillside, and the rain outside poured down like a basin.

The wooden carts lined up and blocked the gate. A dozen or so large boxes were heavy. Several people rummaged inside to find a few big red candles to light, and then hurriedly cleaned the dilapidated temple to make room for their young master. , Si Huai turned around idly, and finally stopped in front of the fallen Buddha statue.

It was a stone Buddha, broken from the junction of the Buddha's body and the lotus platform, and smashed on the stone platform for worship. The eyes were covered with torn curtains, and the corners of the mouth were bent as if mocking this ruthless world.

Si Huai stretched out his hand to tear off the curtain, but withdrew his hand sadly, lost in thought.

After leaving Tonglu Town two months ago, he has been looking for a suitable place to concentrate on cultivation, but he did not expect to return to Huaiyin after traveling north and south of Dahe River.

Huaiyin County in those days is now a big city, the bustling and bustling is still the same as before, but there is no longer a stall selling incense and talismans in the streets and alleys, and there is no sandalwood that seems to be absent in the air.

The road to Minghua Temple was flooded with weeds, and he stood at the foot of the mountain all night without going up. He was afraid of seeing the temple that he burned down, and he was even more afraid of seeing a temple that decayed after rebuilding.

He always thought that his liking for Lingjun was just a matter of the two of them, but he never expected that he would be abused by the world, and the entire Buddhism would go from prosperity to decline because of this.

In today's world, cultivating immortality is prevalent, and only he, who is reborn after death, will take pity on this fallen stone Buddha.

"Young Master Si? Young Master Si?" The young man beside him patted him on the shoulder, brought back his wandering thoughts, handed him a bowl of boiling hot water, and asked, "Young Master has been looking at this Buddha statue, But what do you think is wrong?"

"No, I just feel a little too depressed."

"If there are fewer monks, there will naturally be fewer temples. Everything has its ups and downs. Don't be too sentimental. When Buddhism was at its peak, temples could be seen everywhere. Now that the immortal way is on the rise, there are naturally more Taoist temples in the sect. People who have Buddha in their hearts don't Will care about the rise and fall of a temple."

The water in the cup was steaming, and Si Huai turned to look at the boy in surprise.

The young man was dressed in a moonlight dark pattern dress, with a lot of jade ornaments on his body, he looked like a pampered young master from a wealthy family, but his eyebrows and eyes were elegant, presumably he was well-bred to speak of his talent. Those words.

"Young master is modest and gentle, I wonder which family's young master it is?"

The young man smiled and said: "Young master is too famous, his surname is Sheng Ming Yu, just call me Jin Cheng."

"Sheng? But Feng Mian Sheng's family?" Si Huai glanced at the vigilant servants at the side, and he understood, but he still smiled back when Sheng Yu nodded, and said, "Jin Cheng is younger than me. You might as well call me Brother Qi Zhou."

"What are you! How dare our young master call you brother?! Didn't you hear Feng Miansheng's family?!" A burly servant smashed the knife in his hand to the ground with a bang , took out the momentum of fighting in the street.

"So what if I heard it? It wasn't you who were scared by the old tree stump just now?" Si Huai replied without changing his face, and sat down by the firepit very rudely, and used a bowl to hold the food in the pot. .

Of course, Si Huai has heard of the Sheng family, one of the four great immortal families.

Fengmian City, the home of the Sheng family, is located in the affluent area in the lower reaches of the Huaihe River, and there is another family with strong financial strength who has been in business for generations, which severely suppresses the other family in terms of financial resources.

But the young son of the Sheng family—that is, the young man in front of him was weak since he was a child, and his aptitude was also poor. He couldn't practice magic skills, so he had to take over the business of his mother's family, and the old master Sheng was getting old, so the entire Sheng family was in trouble. It fell on Miss Sheng.

This kind of immortal cultivator has many disciples. Although the servants at home can also practice some boxing and kicking, those who are not qualified enough to practice are just showy. The young master of the Sheng family should not only bring such talents when he goes out.

"I am a casual cultivator who hunts monsters in this barren mountain. Why did you leave the road and come here?"

"Alas..." Sheng Jincheng sighed heavily, and glanced at the faces of the servants with resentment, "I went out on this trip to buy things for the wedding banquet behind my sister's back, and I brought these few things with me. You're a stupid guy, he even went astray, if he hadn't met brother Qi Zhou, no one would have known about the death tree."

He laughed a little self-deprecatingly, the young master of the Sheng family told people that he couldn't practice spells, if there was another evil mouth, the Sheng family would become the laughing stock of all the immortal families.

Si Huai let out a "hmm", and turned his attention to another place, "I heard that the Sheng family is going to marry the Dongyang family, so they are going to get married so soon?"

The next Patriarch of the Sheng family is a woman, who has no advantage in the Xianmen family, and the Dongyang family, as a rising star of the Xianmen, lacks some power and prestige. The combination of the two families is indeed a good thing that is beneficial to both parties.

"Not yet..." Sheng Jincheng stopped talking, smiled and said: "In the end, we must first cultivate and cultivate feelings. In the past few days, Mr. Dongyang came to Fengmian from Yuzhou, and he must also talk about marriage leave. Naturally, I have to do it for my sister. Get the best stuff."

Si Huai nodded, but didn't expose what he didn't say.

The position of head of the Sheng family will definitely be succeeded by Miss Sheng in the future, and there is only one seedling in the Dongyang family. After the two become married, they will take over the position of head of the family. At that time, how to balance will be the primary consideration. I am afraid that Mr. Dongyang will go to Fengmian. Going to discuss.

Everyone in Xianmen is well-known, but it is not a good thing to stand too conspicuous. What happens will be talked about after dinner. Si Huai has heard a lot of speculations one after another in the past few months. These people might be able to brainstorm together.

"Where is Brother Qi Zhou planning to go next? If there is nothing else, you might as well go to Fengmian for a visit. In order to let my sister and Mr. Dongyang develop a relationship, my father specially prepared a water event in Sankiyuan."

Mikihara is the fairy mansion of the Sheng family.

Si Huai's word "no" was already on his lips, when he suddenly thought of something, he glanced at the burly servant behind Sheng Jincheng with a stern face, and agreed with a smile.

Fengmian City is not far from here. After rushing for a day on the second day, they entered the city in the early morning of the third day.

It was raining in the autumn season, and there were no pedestrians on the street, only a few early morning shops were open. The owner of the shop saw Sheng Jincheng greet him warmly, and stuffed some steamed stuffed buns over with a smile.

"The Sheng family has great prestige here." Si Huai praised the warm meat buns while biting.

Sheng Jincheng smiled and didn't speak, distributed the buns in his hand to the servants, and led Si Huai towards Sankiyuan.

"Is this the east of the city?"

"This is the west of the city, and the east of the city is in the other direction. Brother Qi Zhou is going..." Sheng Jincheng stopped suddenly, looking warily at the alley next to him.

The light of the sky could not enter the alley, only the sound of hurried footsteps came from inside.

A man ran out from the shadow of the alley in a panic, and bumped towards this side as if seeing a life-saving Bodhisattva, staggering Sheng Jincheng's thin body, and took a few steps back to stabilize his figure.

"Mr. Lin?" Sheng Jin admitted who had come, supported his shoulder, and frowned.

"Mr. Yu..." The man came back to his senses when he heard the voice. He brushed aside the messy hair on his face, revealing a pair of red eyes. In a word——

"Young master, dead... dead!"

The author has something to say: Guess what Xiao Sihuai wants to do when he goes to Fengmian City hee hee ╭(╯ε╰)╮

(PS: During the Chinese New Year period, it will probably be updated every other day~ Little angels leave a lot of messages to increase my motivation for code words, maybe there will be a burst of updates, hahahaha)