He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

The early morning in the Kuchan Temple is always very quiet, except for the sound of the barrel falling into the well, there is only the breathing of the growth of all things and the sudden high-pitched voice of a young man.

"Baojing, Baojing, get up quickly, we have to go to the morning market!" Lin Hexi jumped into He Xichen's meditation room like a gust of summer breeze, threw off the quilt on him, and shouted Said, "Baojing, hurry up!"

He Xichen opened his eyes in a daze, looked outside the window lattice, the sky was pale and gray, and asked, "What time is it?"

"Yinshi." Seeing that he still didn't move, Lin Hexi put one hand on his chest and touched He Xichen's bald head like when he was a child, and said, "Amitabha, Master Baojing, get up quickly Otherwise, the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas will be unhappy!"

He Xichen couldn't bear his noise, grabbed his mischievous hand and cursed: "Stinky boy, who provoked the girl from the mountain yesterday, and who cleaned up the mess?"

Lin Hexi withdrew his hand embarrassingly and touched the tip of his nose: "I don't know, I just praised them."

"Oh." He Xichen got up, put on his outer shirt, and there was no grass on his head, saving the effort of combing his hair, "Your old man, stop talking!"

"Hey, why do I remember that when the girls left yesterday, all they said was that they would come to Master Baojing for clarification?" Lin Hexi continued to tease without fear of death.

He Xichen threw the pillow over: "Get lost!"

"Master Baojing, is this embarrassing?" Lin Hexi leaned against the door frame with arms folded, raising her snow-white eyebrows, "It's not your fault that you look good, but it's not bad for you to be good-looking and a monk Okay?"

He Xichen burned a stick of incense to the deceased old monk, and ignored Lin Hexi, who was cheap and talkative.

"I don't know if our treasure mirror will be inferior to the famous Yulang monk in the Jianghu?...Maybe that Yulang monk just has a false name?"

He always said what he said, and now his slightly red eyes burst out with bright light, his silver-white hair was pulled into a loose bun on his head, and his pretty face showed a eager smile under the sunlight.

Before He Xichen spoke, Lin Hexi suddenly felt a pain in his knee, and he staggered two steps forward.

"Oh! Xiaohua, please be gentle!" He wailed artificially, and a handsome girl about fifteen or sixteen years old walked outside the door, calmly helping He Xichen press the folds of the skirt.

"Bao Jing, I want to eat asparagus today." He Shiqing said, ignoring the angry Lin Hexi.

"Okay, asparagus is in season, let's buy some pork belly. I'll ask Wu Zheng to go buy it." He Xichen made the bed, turned around and saw Lin Hexi puffing his cheeks, arguing awkwardly, and asked with a sigh, "Brother Wu Zheng, Wu Zheng Uncle, what's the matter with you?"

Lin Hexi said angrily: "Baojing, why did you pick up Xiaohua back then?"

What's the matter with me?Didn't you pick up this little girl?

He Xichen finally hung a string of Buddhist beads around his neck, and said, "A 20-year-old is still doing this."

"Hey, it doesn't matter if it's old, as long as it's useful!" Lin Hexi beamed with joy, then suppressed it in an instant, and said coldly, "I don't care! Since you were young, you have always favored Xiaohua!"

"Use internal energy to help you cultivate your meridians every day." He Shiqing said suddenly.

"Uh..." Lin Hexi hesitated.

"A medicated bath that has been improving."

"Um……"

"If you get into trouble, you have to deal with the aftermath."

"This one……"

"Little white-eyed wolf!" He Shiqing finally came to a conclusion.

"I was wrong! Baojing! Xiaohua! I..." He covered his face and whimpered, "I dare not!"

He Xichen patted each of them on the head, and said helplessly, "Go to the morning market first."

Kuchan Temple is dilapidated and old, with only two monks guarding it all the time.After the death of the old monk, the young monk He Xichen became the abbot. He meditated alone until he found Lin Hexi, an abandoned baby at the gate of the temple—wrapped in a red parcel, with a piece of paper with his name on it Tiao, with silver-white hair all over his body, is obviously an "albino", that is, a person with albinism.

After finally being raised until the age of five, the child picked up a baby girl for He Xichen at the gate of the temple. She was in good health, but she didn't even leave her name.It happened to be sunny at the beginning of the rainy season, and the mountain flowers were blooming, so I named her "He Shiqing", and her baby name was Xiaohua, who was several times higher than "Wen Laifu".

In the past 15 years, the two toddlers have grown into tall and vigorous young girls, and He Xichen has also changed from a 20-year-old monk to a 35-year-old...

"Master Baojing, are you here to sell vegetables again?" Aunt Chen at the vegetable market warmly greeted He Xichen, "Come here, it's still the same place!"

He Xichen and Aunt Chen live next to each other, and they have been selling vegetables together for 20 years. Seeing Aunt Chen transform from the charming Chen Xishi into the sharp and capable Chen Chili, the bald monk's appearance is just shedding childishness, and he is dressed in gray monk The robe is plain and unpretentious, with a peaceful expression, and a handsome and open appearance, which is particularly conspicuous in the noisy and secular vegetable market.

Probably because the melons and fruits grown in the temple also have some spirituality, the melons and vegetables in front of He Xichen's stall were always quickly wiped out, and Aunt Chen followed suit.He Xichen was happy because he was happy, he would be even happier if the little girls didn't throw him Xiangpa poetry notes.

This monk was handsome and approachable, and even the hearts of the young girls were taken away.

I'm already a monk in my 30s, is it the current atmosphere like this?He Xichen inevitably doubted life.

"Treasure mirror!" Not far away, Lin Hexi held a candle in his left hand and a vegetable basket in his right. Inside was a piece of pork belly and a small bag of white rice. His cheeks were red from the sun and he was dripping with sweat, but he was still smiling.

His hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes are all silvery white, which makes him stand out in the crowd, but everyone has known each other for more than ten years, and they are old neighbors, so it doesn't matter if they don't know each other.

"Hey boy rhinoceros is here too! Is Hua girl imprisoned by Bao Jing to copy Buddhist scriptures at home again?" Aunt Chen shouted.

"Sister Chen is really clever!" Lin Hexi gave a thumbs up.

There were only three people in the Kuchan Temple, and there were not so many secular rules in the backcountry. The folks in the village, and the whole Yuhu Village knew that He Xichen raised Lin Hexi and He Shiqing as sons and daughters, so how could he have any dirty thoughts.

Back then, He Xichen also thought about sending He Shiqing to the village, but this girl was also clever, with a loud voice, and howling would kill her, so she let it go.After all, the folk customs are tough, and some people still want He Xichen to return to vulgarity and become a good man.Fortunately, he knew how to do one trick, otherwise he would have been knocked out with a sap and sent directly to the bridal chamber.

Now it doesn't matter whether he is farming or selling vegetables. In his spare time, he guides his two children to practice martial arts. He lives in peace and contentment, and lives a fulfilling life.

He Xichen scooped up a ladle of clean water to wash his hands that were covered with scattered dirt, took out a small porcelain pot from his bosom and threw it into Lin Hexi's bosom: "Here! Next time if you forget, just dry it!"

He laughed a few times, sat on the steps behind He Xichen, dipped his fingers in some white jade ointment and applied it to his face.After a while, the red enthusiasm disappeared.

"The things that Xiaobai and Ajia came up with are quite useful." He Xichen muttered in a low voice while paying the bill.

"Baojing, let me tell you that the Qizhi Pavilion seems to be reopening the golden competition every four years!" Lin Hexi didn't know where to get the news, "You said, why don't we also join in the fun? Xiaohua has practiced martial arts for so long, and it's time to venture into the Jianghu!"

The index finger and middle finger of his two hands were joined together, and his mouth was "XuXu" as if he was playing a sword.

"It's been 100 years." He Xichen paused while choosing vegetables, feeling quite emotional.The last time was 100 years earlier, why is it 100 years later this time?

Here 100 years ago, he met the stinky and shameless martial arts leader, the evil and maddened leader of the demon sect, the world's most beautiful woman, the world's number one swordsman, and a girl who silently followed him. After 100 years, the Sri Lankan passed away, and he revisited his old place, but he was left alone in the end.

"What?" Lin Hexi lowered his head and asked in confusion.

He shook his head, but Aunt Chen next to him interrupted: "Little Master, you can't go to the Qizhi Pavilion!"

"My seventh uncle and grandpa worked as a waiter in the Huishengtang in Jiangnan when he was young. Oh, that Huishengtang is the number one medical center in the world. Everyone knows it... When he was still alive, he often chatted with me, saying Every Mid-Autumn Festival, the business of Huishengtang is very good! Those who run the rivers and lakes, for the gold of Qizhiguan, all of them will die!"

Aunt Chen raised her eyebrows, gesticulating, vividly.

Lin Hexi asked modestly: "Then why did the Qizhi Museum suddenly stop this competition decades ago? Could it be that there is no money?"

"Don't you know, kid?" Aunt Chen said with a smile on her face, "I heard from my seventh uncle and grandpa that when the Qizhi Pavilion was at its peak, I don't know where to kill two male and female evil spirits. The leader of the martial arts at that time, the Huashan faction, and cough..." She lowered her voice, "The leaders of the demon sect are all sworn brothers, these people, as long as the Qizhi Pavilion hangs out a hundred taels of gold, they will get it every time !"

"No matter how big a family fortune is, it can't be lost like this! Alas—" Aunt Chen sighed, and Lin Hexi also sighed.

"So, the Qizhi Pavilion has no money, so I don't dare to engage in this four-year competition."

He Xichen had a strange look on his face, why didn't he know that the Qizhi Pavilion, which was so rich as an enemy, had ruined them all?

A tall and burly man suddenly stopped in front of the vegetable stand, and after listening to Mrs. Chen's words, he said, "Hey, this is different from what was recorded in my "Jiang Hu Qi Xing Lu". This man has profound facial features, quite exotic. There are two mustaches on his face, and he wears gold and silver, which is out of place in the vegetable market.

Aunt Chen is very fierce, but she is not afraid of him, she crossed her waist and said fiercely: "That's not the case, what is that? My seventh uncle and grandpa are also half-born, and I come from a family background! Do you understand? Just let it go Here it is, I, Chen Xishi, have never told a half-truth in my life!"

Lin Baixiao didn't know that the woman in the market had sharp teeth, and was so fierce that she backed away and wiped her face.

"Sister, sister! Put out the fire!"

"Who is your sister!" Aunt Chen shook her hand, "I'm still young!"

"It was a mistake, it was a mistake, okay?" Lin Baixiao had no choice but to apologize repeatedly.

"Chen benefactor let this brother go." Seeing how pitiful he was, He Xichen made a rescue.

Only then did Aunt Chen snort, "For the sake of Master Baojing."

Lin Hexi beckoned to Lin Baixiao, vacating half of the seat for him: "This brother——"

"I'm here, Lin Baixiao." Lin Baixiao didn't care about the dust on the steps, and didn't show any surprise at Lin Hexi, who was covered in white. He sat down and clasped his fists.

"Refreshing! In Xialin Hexi, this bald head is called Baojing, and the one next to him is amazing, the flower of the vegetable market, Chen Xishi! Brother Lin, do you know what is going on in the Qizhi Pavilion?" Lin Hexi asked while With a smile, she handed over to Aunt Chen who rolled her eyes.

"I want to see where I made a mistake!" She leaned over angrily, and He Xichen also turned around, pricking up her ears with interest.

In order to hear a story, these two people didn't even do business or sell food.

Lin Baixiao was stared at by three pairs of bright eyes, but he was not afraid, and said calmly: "It is said that 100 years ago, there was indeed a pair of famous male and female heroes who appeared in the Jianghu, and that woman was the number one in Huishengtang. Hall Master Ren. No one knows her name, and no one even knows her life experience. Everyone respectfully calls her "big shopkeeper". "

"The shopkeeper's hanging pot helps the world, and her skillful hands rejuvenate. Although her martial arts are mediocre, no one dares to touch her hair. Besides, that man," Lin Baixiao rolled his eyes, "Do you know the "Longevity Secret"? "

"What the hell?" Aunt Chen is not from the Jianghu, so naturally she doesn't know the formula of longevity that everyone flocks to can live to the dead, flesh and bones.

Legend has it that the formula of longevity is the experience of the old man Xuanji's life, and it is passed down in a miraculous way, as if whoever gets it can become a fairy in the next second.

He Xichen has heard about it, recently this crap has stirred up turmoil in the entire rivers and lakes, and even this small mountain village has no peace.This Lin Baixiao's footsteps are light and his breath is long, and he is probably a quack.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, it's a very powerful thing anyway." Lin Baixiao didn't bother to explain, "This longevity formula was written by that man, and people in the world call it "Old Man Xuanji"! "

He Xichen frowned, feeling delicate.

Just found out that I am the old man Xuanji, can you not be in a subtle mood?I also wrote Laoshizi Longevity?What a strange thing!

"What does this have to do with the Qizhi Pavilion?" Lin Hexi asked.

"Don't worry, listen to me slowly." Lin Baixiao cleared his throat, "The moment these two people stepped into the rivers and lakes, they set off countless bloody storms. Did Linyuan Peak, the Demon Sect at that time, know?"

Several people nodded in unison.

Lin Baixiao clapped his hands: "It's all gone!"

"No, wait!" He Xichen finally couldn't listen any longer, and corrected, "Linyuan Peak is gone, so what does it have to do with them? Little Fang Ping'er did it himself, okay?"

Lin Baixiao brushed his mustache and asked, "Who is little Fang Pinger?"

He Xichen choked, and waved his hands: "It's nothing, go on, go on."

After a hundred years, the majestic leader of the Demon Cult has been reduced to a nameless state. It's miserable!

"Does Wanjian Villa know?"

Several people nodded in unison.

"Retired!"

That guy Lu Ziyuan just resigned, he just doesn't want to do it anymore!Don't put everything on me and the girl!

"Does the most beautiful woman in the world know?"

He Xichen nodded helplessly.

"The ancient Buddha of Qingdeng will always be with you for a lifetime!" Lin Baixiao lowered his voice, "Let's talk about the anecdote between the world's most beautiful woman and the male and female heroes later, let's talk about it later."

Damn, I'm still rumored to have an affair with Dong Ting? !Those two girls are married, and I'm still their child's adoptive father!

"Have you heard of the number one swordsman in the Huashan School?" Lin Baixiao pointed to the sky and said, "It was taught by the old man Xuanji at the beginning!"

Nonsense!Where do you put other people's masters?At best, I am just a few words of guidance!

He Xichen didn't want to speak anymore.The rumors in the rivers and lakes are getting more and more outrageous.The masses only love "truths" that are explosive and talkative. As for those ordinary facts, sorry, we just want to have something to talk about while eating melon seeds, and don't care about the so-called truth or not.

"What does talking so much have anything to do with Qizhi Pavilion?" Aunt Chen said angrily when she saw that he still missed the point after talking for a long time.

"Sister... No! Sister, listen to me." Lin Baixiao casually took a cucumber from He Xichencai stall and took a bite. Call it the "Golden Examination" - it was originally intended to increase your reputation and make connections, but it has been held five times in a row, that is, 20 years!Let these people take it back and forth.How many young knights were looking forward to Jin Shi's fame and fame, but they were all taken away by these somewhat... ahem old seniors. "

"Isn't that the same as what I said!" Aunt Chen gave him an angry look.

"It will be different in the future!" Lin Baixiao was also anxious, if he didn't see that she was not from the Jianghu, he would have already pointed his finger to tell her to shut up.

In addition, there is another reason.

There are very few white men in the world who grow up safely. This white-haired boy is not only in good health, but judging by his figure, he is also good at martial arts.There are dragons and crouching tigers hidden in this small mountain village. I am afraid that there is some unworldly expert living there.

He pondered for a while, but he couldn't find a suitable candidate in his mind. In short, it wouldn't be the vegetable selling monk.This monk is good-looking, but he is too young.He let out a ray of true energy to test it, but he didn't respond at all. He was obviously a weak chicken.

Lin Baixiao coughed, then calmed down and continued: "At that time, the owner of the Qizhi Pavilion, Jin Wubai, was a stingy and stingy person. Seeing that his own recruits made wedding dresses for others, would he be happy in his heart? In a fit of anger, the gold test was stopped."

He Xichen nodded. He had come into contact with that Jin Wubai before, so he was indeed a stingy person.

"Why is this name so weird?" Aunt Chen wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"The first owner of the Qizhi Pavilion got his name with 100 taels of gold at that time, so he named himself "Gold One Hundred", which was handed down one after another. . "Lin Baixiao clicked his tongue, remembering the expenses of this trip, the stingy appearance of the owner of the museum has not changed at all.

He raised his eyes and looked at the handsome monk and the handsome young man in front of him, and thought to himself, this Yuhu Village has a beautiful landscape, and all the people it raises are out of this world.When he finished writing the biography of old man Xuanji, he had to stay here for ten days and a half months, to raise his health, and to exercise his side job by the way—the catchphrase of "Mr. Storyteller".