Zhongjin Inn is an inn that must be passed on to other important roads in Tiantai Town. It is quite large in scale and has many guests. Today, Tiantai Town is much more prosperous than before, and there are more people living there. Many people appreciate the customs and customs here after they come. They simply live in the beautiful mountains and rivers. Often, things have good sides and unsatisfactory places. Now, Tiantai Town has a much worse public security than before. The former prefect of the county magistrate resigned from his post for retirement, and the new new official is a young man. It is said that he has a good study, so he naturally is not as satisfactory in handling cases and affairs.

"Monk!" As soon as a big man entered the door, he saw a bald man sitting by the bed. His eyes lit up and he naturally leaned over, pulled over a chair and sat down, "Why are you here?"

The bald man was obviously not a real monk. He was wearing thick clothes, but he was doing business. When he saw this enthusiastic friend, he touched his head and smiled, "This is such a coincidence. I thought you were not here."

"I just came back," the man sat down, and the bald man poured him a cup of tea. "I really appreciated a lot of customs and culture along the way, but I always think that our Tiantai Town is better."

Both of them were businessmen and they were in a lot of knowledge. They were chatting, and the bald man seemed to remember something and looked at the man opposite him, "By the way, have you heard that? Liu's family in the north of the city married a beautiful concubine. As soon as they entered the door, they died of the second house of the big house. Everyone said that this woman was unknown. Then Liu asked a Taoist priest to read Feng Shui at home. Do you know what the Taoist priest said?"

The man looked at him and shook his head. The bald man looked around and deliberately lowered his voice and continued, "Say that woman is a fox demon."

The man opposite almost spit out the tea in his mouth. He blinked his eyes and looked at the bald head in surprise, "Fox Demon? This Tiantai Town has not been a fox demon for many years. What about Mr. Liu, really believe it?"

"That's right, my two wives died of cameras. It's time for the third room to accept the situation. That girl is also in poverty. She is also in danger of being killed. She was suddenly invaded from her new favorite to the cold palace."

The two of them were talking and talking. No one noticed that there was a lonely boy sitting on the table next to him, dressed in the Western Regions, with his sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes very tough and handsome. He was drinking the wine in his hand on the surface, and was actually listening to the conversation between the two.

"That poor woman with a varied look," the man always reveals some pity when talking about beautiful women. If the woman happens to be ineffective in season and encounters some unfair treatment of fate, it will make this feeling even more profound.

"Huh? Since this woman is a fox demon, then--" The man's thoughts seemed to float to a rumor that people in the town had been circulating for more than ten years. Fox demon is definitely a sensitive word in Tiantai Town. Especially when the Li family was once glorious, Maochun who was kind and generous and generous, so that the town built a ancestral hall for the deceased Li family. Everyone knows how the Li family died, but just keep silent. But for Li Xiuyuan, the last remaining Li family, a relationship with this fox demon, has become a topic of editing in the town. For this reason, there are also performances of related operas, but the person involved is no longer Li Xiuyuan. He has another identity and is even more respected, which is the epileptic monk Taoist.

The bald man knew what he was going to say, so he looked around, "Do you think Jigong Monk will interfere in this matter?"

Daoji has a love name that everyone gave him, called Jigong.

Because seventeen years ago, overnight, this taciturn monk seemed to have become a different person. He began to smile, as if he had completely walked out of the matter of extermination. His clothes were no longer as cautious and clean as before, but more casual. Jigong was not as taciturn as before and looked like a monk. However, he was very popular with the public over time. He could eat meat and drink wine. He chatted and laughed at the rise. He was still strong when he was serious and smiled. He held a worn-out palm fan casually, and the bald head of the Buddhist disciple's signature was replaced by the hair that grew out.

Such Daoji has become a symbol of cultivation.

When the bald man said the word Jigong, the man at the table next to him was stunned for a moment, and he deliberately listened to things about Jigong.

"With his personality, if there is a Fengyu spread to him, first of all, no matter whether the woman is a fox demon or not, as long as someone looks for her, he will definitely come forward."

Both of them seemed to agree with this, and they nodded and looked at each other.

The man next to him put down the wine glass. During the day, there were few people in Tiantai Town drinking, and the man dressed in the Western Regions asked the boss to pay the bill.

"Count the money." It was a very unstandard pronunciation. The boss came over and looked at the wine and food on his table with a smile. He ordered almost a water of meat and a pot of good wine. Half of the meat was eaten, but the wine was completely gone. The boss looked at the man and he wrapped his shawl around his head without raising his eyes.

"It's okay to eat," the boss politely took out a ingot of white silver and put it on the table.

The boss was stunned. He had to find money for such a large amount. Unexpectedly, the man said, "You keep it, you don't have to look for it anymore. Just tell me where Lingyin Temple is."

The boss looked at the man in surprise. When he stood up, he noticed his height. He really didn't look like a person from the Central Plains. His accent was also a bit strange. The most important thing was that he accidentally saw the man's eyes.

They were a pair of sea blue eyes, deep and bottomless.

The boss pointed to Lingyin and said to the man. He nodded, wrapped his face tightly and walked out.

The characteristic of Jiangnan is that Xiaoyao has never seen before. He would put down his headscarf in a place where the population was beginning to be sparse. It was a long, slightly curly black hair. Xiaoyao had a thin face and wheat-colored skin. His eyes were narrow and deep, his nose was tall, and his facial features were jealous and graceful. He was seventeen years old this year. He came here just to follow his parents' wishes, looking for someone, and someone who has great kindness to him.

For this reason, I came here thousands of miles and came to Tiantai Town.

When the bell of Lingyin Temple rang, Xiaoyao raised his head and looked at the building. He walked up the steps step by step until he saw a little monk. Xiaoyao looked at him with his hands folded, "Little Master, may I ask you, is this Lingyin Temple?"

The little monk also politely returned the gift and nodded, "This is Lingyin Temple, is there anything wrong with the donor?"

"I want to find someone. Is Master Daoji here?"

The little monk was stunned, "Uncle Daoji lives here, but he is usually not here during the day."
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