I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

The important thing Fang Qinghong said was to go shopping in the human market with Fuyao.He walked into the private room of the tea house, and the other party looked over coldly with a dark face.If it were someone else, he would probably have been scared to the ground by his murderous gaze at this time.

But Fang Qinghong was not afraid, not only was he not afraid, he turned a blind eye, went to the table and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a sip of it nostalgic.The place where they are located is a well-known tea house in Mingzhou Prefecture. The tea and pastries are excellent.

After the establishment of the foundation, the monks eat the rosy clouds and drink the dew. They don’t need five grains to supplement them. The five grains enter the body and generate miscellaneous qi instead. Therefore, those with low cultivation bases should not eat more. Don't be greedy for this mundane thing.But Fang Qinghong is different from the monks who are seeking for longevity. For some reason, he was born to like the mundane world, like the seven emotions and six desires in the world, and get close to these things that others avoid and fear.

What's more, he was born with a Dao womb, no matter what enters the body, it will automatically go back to the original and restore it, turning it into the most original aura, and there will be no worries from others at all.

Seeing that Fang Qinghong was indifferent, the air pressure around Fuyao's body was getting lower and lower, and he kept sending out cold air.

The instigator turned a blind eye to it. The 30 years of getting along with him has allowed him to roughly understand the other party's temper. He knew that although Fuyao looked fierce, he would not kill people easily, so he pushed his nose and face more and more, and began to dare to say it with a playful smile. It's funny, the cautiousness when we first met seems to have never existed.

Fang Qinghong supported his chin with one hand, and with his ponytail hanging down on the table behind him, he asked with a smile: "Has senior ever been to the mortal world?"

Seeing Fuyao's silence, he understood, it seems that he respected the ancestors who "go out of the gate and keep in the door", and have never been here.Fang Qinghong boldly picked up a piece of pastry and handed it to Fuyao's mouth: "Then today I will take you to experience the excitement of the mortal world."

Fuyao pursed her lips tightly, unwilling to cooperate at all.His original extremely beautiful and delicate eyebrows and bones were stretched into a generous face, and his facial features were also much rougher. When he stared at people with a fierce look, he could stop children from crying at night.Fang Qinghong laughed when he saw it, and his shoulders trembled.

Before they came out, they made a lot of preparations, mainly to make people look ugly.Fuyao's skin is really good, even if he is placed in the cultivation world full of handsome men and beautiful women, he will be the dragon and phoenix among the people.Fang Qinghong hugged his chest, stood in front of the person and looked up and down, while sighing in his heart, blurted out: "You can't do this, you are too attractive."

The person opposite seemed to be startled, staring at him without speaking.

It was the first time for Fang Qinghong to see a different expression on this clean-eyed face.In a daze, as if he didn't realize what he said, it was surprisingly simple.

"I, look good?"

"That's right." Fang Qinghong admitted frankly: "Senior is probably the most beautiful person I've ever seen." Why is Xin Dao a rhetorical question, could it be that senior doesn't know beauty and ugliness?What a weirdo.

I don't know if it was the impact of ideas, or which word stimulated Fuyao, but he remained still for the second half of the time, allowing Fang Qinghong to do whatever he wanted with him.

When Fuyao goes out, he always dresses in a dignified and decent manner, even if he no longer wears the solemn and ancient robes as if he is going to participate in a sacrifice, he is still very particular about the accessories.The patterns and patterns are not too complicated, but the embroidery of the clothes is top-notch. The jade pendant hanging on the waist is clear and moist, with a faint aura of aura. There are also gilt and chiseled silver pouches hanging on the belt, which are popular among princes and nobles nowadays. Fancy Saber.The slender scabbard is inlaid with gold and jade, which is very luxurious.

Therefore, when traveling outside, no matter whether it is a teahouse servant or a street vendor, no one dares to treat him as a commoner, thinking that he is the son of a prince who is greedy for new things and comes out to play.Even with this face now, it is really a bit horrible.

Seeing that Fang Qinghong was about to laugh again, Fu Yao smoothly pushed back the piece of pastry that was still stuck in front of her, and gagged the other's mouth.

The two came out in two ways, Fang Qinghong first went outside the city to cross the tribulation, and then rushed to meet Fuyao who was staying at the agreed place.With the latter's level of cultivation, the catastrophe triggered is no joke, I'm afraid it will turn this bustling city into ashes in an instant.

After Fuyao frowned and ate two pieces of tea, the two went downstairs and wandered along the street.During the day, the official roads are bustling with bustle and bustle, with traffickers jostling shoulder to shoulder, shop banners fluttering in the wind on both sides, and shouts and shouts can be heard far away.

The young children hold the windmills, chasing each other and running against the wind, and the clear and clear children's voice is humming: "The green grass beside the river keeps thinking about the long distance. The long distance is unimaginable, and I dreamed of it in the past."

He swayed his feet for a while.

"I dreamed that I was by my side, and suddenly felt that I was in a foreign land.*"

Fang Qinghong was picking and choosing in front of the mask stand, called twice but did not respond, turned his head, and saw Fuyao staring at the backs of the children in a daze.

"What's wrong?" he asked aloud.

The man withdrew his gaze, and glanced at the things in Fang Qinghong's hands out of the corner of his eyes, as if he disagreed with his childishness. "Finished?"

Fang Qinghong urgently selected a few and paid for them, then nodded honestly, "It's all right now."

Fuyao: "Let's go." After speaking without looking sideways, he walked straight forward with his hands behind his back.

The two walked side by side, Fang Qinghong held the refreshments wrapped in oiled paper in his left hand, and a pile of small things he had collected in his right hand, leading people around the streets and alleys familiarly.

The next place to go is the purpose of his trip - shopping.

In the previous life, Fang Qinghong stayed in the secret realm where birds do not lay eggs for 50 years, and he missed the prosperity of the world so much, so after being struck by lightning, he came here to experience it.He looked at the small stalls along the official road, and saw a haggard old man with white beard and hair selling old things. He didn't think the things were shabby, so he squatted down to look at them.

It is about something that can be traded, which really makes people lack of interest. Only the old people's stalls are not interested in the bustling market. The things are either dark and covered with rotten oil stains, or they are rusty copper lamps and copper stoves. The only thing I could take out was a tiny silver ring.It can be seen that it has been rubbed carefully before taking it out, so that it has the luster it is today.

But what Fang Qinghong picked up was the black finger wrench.

At that time, he never expected that this finger puller was actually left behind by the owner of Yingzhou Island in the past.No one would have expected that such a treasure that is hard to come by, has been lost to the mortal world after several twists and turns.

It's not that Fang Qinghong has the ability to recognize pearls with discerning eyes, but because he just squatted down, the Taichu Sword that had been sleeping quietly in his dantian suddenly vibrated.Then he touched them one by one, until when he picked up the wrench, the blade of the sword shook again, Fang Qinghong put it in his palm to observe carefully, and thought to himself what is the difference between this thing, it is worth burning a fire stick to give such a big reaction.

At that time, the Sword of Absolute Beginning had been in his hands for 50 years, and he had turned inside out all the places he could see and touch, and he insisted on not giving him any response.This was the first time it fluctuated, so he was naturally curious.

One is to satisfy curiosity, and the other is to see how pitiful the old man is, Fang Qinghong paid a big price and bought the finger.The old man was kind-hearted, and kept saying: "How can this be done, it can't be so much, it can't be so much." He took Fang Qinghong's hand, wanting to put back the extra money.

Fang Qinghong didn't use brute force to break free, but with his other free hand, he picked up the only silver ring that was shining in the sun: "This ring is something very important to you, right?"

The old man's eyes turned red in an instant, his lips trembled for a moment, and then he choked up and said, "The real man has a good eye, it, it is my wife's relic."

At that time Fang Qinghong was wearing the Taoist robe of the Huanhua Sword Sect. Although the old man didn't know many sects in the cultivation world, he also knew that they were all god-like figures, so he respectfully called him a real person.

The most rare thing is that the handsome young Daoist in front of him does not treat ordinary people like ants as described in the rumors.He squatted in front of him like an ordinary person, not from a condescending angle, but face to face, frankly looking at him.There was a gentle wave in the clear eyes, and anyone who saw him would say a word of compassion to him.

The old man couldn't bear it, so he talked about the past.

During the war a few years ago, his two sons were drafted into the army, and both died on the distant battlefield.The return of the horse leather shroud, what a vision, but the reality is that countless soldiers are left forever in other places as lonely souls.And this is only the beginning of the suffering.

Hearing the bad news, the old man's wife died in depression. The three confessional events and his wife's begging for money made this poor family even more impoverished.The old man's son was in his prime of life when he was alive, but now he is gone. There are old and young in the family, and there are two widowed daughter-in-laws who have only been married for a few years.The so-called blessings are unparalleled, and misfortunes never come singly. Without young and middle-aged people to support their appearance, someone will soon bully them.

The old man's two daughters-in-law are in their youth, with fair faces and delicate faces. The sons of the local gentry are so impressed that they send their servants to kidnap the two who are doing laundry by the river in broad daylight!

The old man went to the house to look for him, but was beaten out by his servants. He limped and went to the county government to beat the drums to appeal for grievances. Unexpectedly, the county magistrate was in collusion with the local gentry and turned a blind eye to the suffering of the common people.The old man yelled that every day should not be done, and that the land was not working well. No matter how much suffering he had, he could only swallow it in his stomach. After all, there were three young children in the family who were waiting to be supported.

Two days later, the youngest daughter-in-law came back.With a white face, he brought back a sling of copper coins, and the bad news that his eldest daughter-in-law was killed at the squire's house the night before.

The old man didn't pick up the hanging copper coins, but shook his hands, watching the little daughter-in-law whose mouth was broken and shed two tears.

"Father, do you think this money is dirty?"

The youngest daughter-in-law was tearful, "I know, and I don't want to. I want to learn from my sister-in-law and kill myself cleanly, so I don't have to suffer from the humiliation. But there are so many children in the family, and your leg..."

During this period of time, the old man had heard enough of the gossip in the village, and every time he thought about those vicious words about his daughter-in-law, he would cry.

He wanted to pick up a shovel to chase and drive those people away, but since his leg was crippled, he had no money to call a doctor. Now that his bones have deformed, he can't even stand up straight. How can he have the extra strength?Helpless, I can only restrain the children who are still in their prime not to be playful and sneak out.

"It's not dirty, it's not dirty." The old man took the money and looked at his daughter-in-law: "Son, you haven't enjoyed a few days of happiness when you come to my house, and now you have suffered this crime again... The old man thinks you are suffering!"

The old and the young hugged each other and cried.

The youngest daughter-in-law was sent out because she was tired of playing. What kind of beauties have you never seen in the luxury house?The robbery of women is just a whim, the money is rewarded by the dandy, and the young daughter-in-law also wants to have a backbone and not take a penny, but the sister-in-law is gone, and I am not ignorant of the situation at home, so I smashed my teeth and swallowed it. Just holding the money with a numb face, he walked back.

The peasants who farmed the fields and the mothers-in-law who delivered meals all saw her, and rumors spread all over the place for a while, and everyone pointed at her spine and scolded her for not keeping her name and being promiscuous.The youngest daughter-in-law couldn't bear the humiliation, and finally hanged herself while the old man was out to buy rice, leaving only the old man and three children waiting to be fed.

The mortal world is like a dream, and all living beings suffer.

When the old man came out this time, he was forced to do nothing.There is no rice to cook at home, two grandchildren and one granddaughter are crying and hungry, so he can only pack up the most visible things in the house and come to the market to try his luck.

"If you don't accept it, what will you do in the future?" Fang Qinghong pushed the old man's money back and asked again.

Confusion appeared in the old man's cloudy eyes.That is the emptiness after having no hope for the future, people who can't even eat enough, what capital do they have to think so far, they can only, and only fight for this day and night.

"There is no unparalleled road, meeting me today is a predestined fate." Fang Qinghong lightly brushed the old man's injured knee, and in an instant, the bone-piercing swelling and pain disappeared without a trace, it was so good!

The old man couldn't help moving his legs, and suddenly found that the bones that had been misplaced for a long time had been straightened back, and his whole body seemed to have endless energy, and his whole body became much stronger.Knowing that he had met a real fairy, he quickly raised his head to thank him, and went to see that there was no one in front of the booth, and the mysterious young man had long since disappeared into the crowd.

The next day, the old man heard the news that the dandy in the fish and meat town who had committed many crimes had his life cut off last night, and the county magistrate who was usually corrupt and perverted the law and a group of squires who were close to him were tied up and thrown at the gate of the Mingzhou magistrate's yamen , there are all physical evidences of embezzling ink and silver, and the common people who heard the news threw a whole body of rotten leaves.

In this life, Fang Qinghong came 20 years earlier, not to mention that the grandson of the old man has not yet been born, even the son of the two of them who died in the battle is still at the age of death.Having never experienced those hardships, he naturally didn't need to spend his whole family to set up a stall in the market, so the place he was going now was the old man's house.

I remember that when chatting in the previous life, the old man mentioned to him that he lived in the village outside the south city gate... Fang Qinghong led the people to turn out of the city gate, humming a little song all the way, looking from house to house along the ridge path, and returning He pulled out a dog's tail grass and put it in his mouth.

Fuyao couldn't take a look at him, saying that he was out of place and out of shape, Fang Qinghong didn't care, and asked him if he knew why he was called Dog's Tail Grass.

Fuyao: ...

Fuyao: "How old are you?"

Fang Qinghong answered without blushing or panting: "I am [-] years old in seclusion, and I am still [-] years old when I leave the seclusion. How can it be counted as age?"

When Fang Qinghong found someone, the sun was setting in the sky, and it was the time when every house smoked from the kitchen.The old man is still young, his temples are not stained with frost, his wife is also there, a simple and enthusiastic man, after feeding the chickens and ducks, he is pulling two playful boys back to the house to clean up.The old man was sitting in the yard, taking down strings of dried peppers and corn cobs hanging from the eaves.

Fang Qinghong coughed twice, maintaining the appearance of an expert, and told the old man that there was something in his house that was destined for him, and he wanted to buy it. If the old man was willing to sell it, then he would grant them a wish.

The old man was taken aback, and asked the two sons what they wanted, and after learning the shape of the finger, he called his wife to find it.When he put the things in Fang Qinghong's hands, he was still a little embarrassed.

"This finger is left by my grandfather's generation. He didn't know where he picked it up. It has been so dark since he got home. It's not worth much. How can I sell it to you two? Since the young master likes it , send it to the young master."

There were shy smiles on the faces of the husband and wife, while the two children leaned against the legs of the 'mother' with wide open eyes, looking at them curiously.

Everything is just like the rising sun, which is just the beginning.

Fang Qinghong smiled slightly, and stuffed a sling of copper coins into the old man's hand, "Please keep it well."

Then, he took out the refreshments and toys bought along the way from the sumeru ring, bent down, and waved in front of the child, "Do you want it? If you want it, come to brother, okay?"

"This, this, this," the old man was stunned by Fang Qinghong's bluff just now, seeing that he was about to stuff his boy with something again, he didn't care about being rude, and hurriedly said: "You can't do it! The real man will take this money back quickly. Go, my kid is naughty, how can I teach them to run into you."

The two sons also listened to him, although they yearned for the things in Qinghong's hand, they still refused to go forward.Fang Qinghong took the initiative to walk over, handed the refreshments to the old man's wife, and stuffed all the bits and pieces into the child's arms. He stroked the child's furry head, and said to the old man: "Your wishes, I have fulfilled it in the children. In the future, it is up to them to choose whether to study civil or martial arts. Remember, let them learn what they want to learn, karma and good fortune, and look forward to the day."

Just now, he injected two streams of spiritual energy into the child's body, washing away the impurities in the meridians and bone marrow, and this spiritual energy is a blessing in the dark, not only can make them more discerning, learn quickly, but also be able to learn more quickly. In the future, save them from another catastrophe.

"And this money..." Fang Qinghong looked at the old man's palm, and said softly: "You deserve it."

After saying that, the two of them turned into green smoke and disappeared without a trace.

The old man opened his mouth, stunned.

After a while he came to his senses, looked at his wife, and murmured, "I really met a god..."

On the way back, Fang Qinghong held his still pitch-black finger wrench, feeling filled with emotion in his heart, is it true that all of your artifacts only know one way of self-obscurity?

Fuyao: "Since you have a heart, why don't you help me to the end?"

Fang Qinghong asked back: "Why help to the end?"

Although the old man's family is poor, he is contented and happy, and lives happily with his wife and children.If he wins a thousand gold, he has no power or power, and he has been an honest farmer all his life. He does not have the ability and courage to protect gold and silver treasures, and he is afraid that he will be plotted by someone with a heart.For his family, it was a disaster.

And Fang Qinghong's move is to give them in the future a chance to change their lives.

"Buddhas say that there are eight sufferings for human beings, birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment and hatred, parting from love, not getting what you want, and the five aggregates of grasping, but these are actually not the most suffering."

Fang Qinghong said slowly: "What many people want is not a little alms from above, but a choice. You see them struggling in the world of mortals. If you ask if they are willing, most of them will not, but what can they do?" Well, they don't have a choice."

"The old man's son was conscripted, he had no choice; his son died in another country, he had no choice; the youngest daughter-in-law didn't want to be humiliated, so she had no choice; the youngest daughter-in-law didn't want the money in her heart, but the children were waiting to use it, and she still had no choice." Choose; the old man really didn't want to use the blood and tears money, but what happened in the end? He used the money to buy a coffin for his young daughter-in-law, so that she could be buried. Therefore, the most miserable thing in the world is that there is no choice."

Fang Qinghong stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look at Fuyao, the small white flowers on both sides of the field ridge were shyly blooming, and their soft waists were swaying in the wind.

"The highest kindness is like water, which benefits all things without fighting. Why do some people don't want to accept alms, and they accept it in the end, because they also have no choice." Baiyi Jianxiu smiled brightly, and looked forward to Shenfei: "If you respect them, let them live with dignity. Live.” Otherwise, it’s just to satisfy yourself.

The man's heart was shaken, and he stood stiffly in place.

At this time, a pair of blue-faced fangs, like a mask of an evil spirit, covered his head and face.He looked up again, and saw that Fang Qinghong, who had succeeded in the sneak attack, also put on a vicious mask for himself, just like the black-faced ghost-beater Li Kui.

"Hey, the demons are evil, today the young master will do justice for the sky and accept you!"

"..."

The sun was setting, and all the farmers in the fields had returned home. There were only the two of them left on the long and narrow ridge.In the lengthy silence, Fang Qinghong gradually felt embarrassed.

He tentatively asked: "Then... how about we switch? Are you pretending to be a celestial ghost hunter?"

"..."

"Does Senior Fuyao think that I am neither big nor young? Actually, I would not be so presumptuous towards others."

Fang Qinghong took off the mask, and there was a rare confusion in his eyes: "For some reason, I always have a wonderful sense of closeness to you, it seems to tell me that I can trust you and get close to you so much that when I face you , always carelessly and out of proportion."

"Have we...really never met before?" He asked again.

Ordinarily, there is a world of difference in cultivation between the two, even in Fang Qinghong's previous life, he dare not say that he can completely defeat the current Fuyao.Obviously there should be a sense of distance, not to mention the Mahayana Patriarch, he has never been so unscrupulous towards the old monsters in the Void Transformation Stage.They are all old foxes who have experienced ups and downs for thousands of years. If there is no hatred, everyone has always adhered to the principle of being smart and respecting each other as guests.

Even Fang Qinghong was surprised that he was able to let go so openly in front of Fuyao, sometimes getting so close that he was even a little intimate.

"I've seen it." After a long time, Fuyao took off his mask and said.

In the evening, the last ray of light in the dusk flowed over the man's face, melting the city wall built with painstaking efforts in his eyes.Fang Qinghong stared at him in a daze, always feeling that there was a thousand words in the other's eyes, and she wanted to talk to him.