big master, big liar

After the eminent monk ascended from the Wuyun Temple, half the city seemed to be talking about it.

They may not all be devout believers, but they are all elated, excited to witness a miraculous scene for themselves.

Even Song Xuan's business has been affected.

Everyone believes that Wuyun Temple is a place where the Buddha's light shines everywhere. They believe that there are all eminent monks who can understand ghosts and gods. Naturally, no one cares about fortune tellers like Song Xuan.

Only Bai Xiaotao had nothing to do to stroll around the stall, and even brought a few customers over for him.

Those guests were also the same as Bai Xiaotao, and they all came here for Song Xuan's face, they didn't pay attention to any fate, hexagrams, and just stared at Song Xuan's face in a daze.

If Ji Yunxi happened to be there, he might even be able to shed a few inches of saliva.

Song Xuan also thought it was funny, so he said to Bai Xiaotao in private: "I'll do some calculations here, and I won't be able to uncover the pot, so why bother you to bring someone here."

However, Bai Xiaotao pulled her hair in frustration: "Our business is over, and we are about to leave Wangchuan City, so it's a good idea to take a look at Mr. and help him a little bit more."

She said it in frustration, and she didn't know that she thought it was her last words about to be buried.

Song Xuan then persuaded her with a smile: "Going home is a good thing, the girl should be happier."

The corners of Bai Xiaotao's mouth had already collapsed, and there was an indescribable gloom between her brows: "Why are you so happy, when I get home, I should also embroider a dowry to see my husband. When I get married, don't even think about it." Looking around at beauties."

As she said that, she couldn't help but waved her hand, as if she wanted to sweep away all the annoying things, and she regained her enthusiasm: "By the way, Mr. Song, I want to go to Wuyun Temple before I leave. The family members are asking for two talismans, I wonder if you would like to go with them?"

Song Xuan was taken aback when he heard the words, and couldn't help thinking: "Wuyun Temple?"

Bai Xiaotao seemed to realize something suddenly, and her expression hesitated: "Sir, it's not that I don't believe in your ability, it's just..."

She thought that Song Xuan had run into business with Wuyun Temple, and felt unhappy.

Song Xuan shook his head hastily: "Wuyun Temple is really strange, it's the luck of the girl that she is willing to bring X."

Only then did Bai Xiaotao feel happy, and she told him a few strange things that were rumored in the city, all of which were stories about the efficacies of the Wuyun Temple, which sounded very mysterious.

Ji Yunxi didn't come out from the inner room until Bai Xiaotao left.

Song Xuan laughed and teased him: "Aren't you angry this time?"

"If you want to find out the tricks of Wuyun Temple, of course you have to rely on her." Ji Yunxi calmly poured himself a cup of tea. "I won't make trouble for no reason."

It seems that he made a lot of trouble before.

"Furthermore..." Ji Yunxi glanced at Song Xuan, who was slumped in the chair, slack and disfigured, and at some point he had half a fruit in his mouth, completely different from when he was facing Bai Xiaotao.

"What's more?" Song Xuan bit the fruit with a "click", the sweet and sour taste exploded on the tip of his tongue, and couldn't help pushing the fruit basket on the table towards Ji Yunxi. "Miss Bai sent it, saying it's a taste of something new."

Ji Yunxi swallowed the following words: "It's nothing."

Furthermore, Song Xuan didn't mean anything to Bai Xiaotao at all.

Song Xuan didn't bother to ask him what was going on behind him. He gnawed on the fruit and frowned and said, "There is nothing wrong with Wuyun Temple on the surface. I went to ask someone in private yesterday, and any bad rumors are gone. No, and I have never heard of any tricks in it."

He said to find someone to ask, obviously he was looking for some street people, if they didn't hear the news, then it would be useless to ask others.

"So I plan to go and see for myself. If there is no more letter, it can be considered that they have done a good job."

"Go by yourself?" Ji Yunxi asked.

Song Xuan was paralyzed, and Ji Yunxi was standing. From bottom to top, he could clearly see the flickering dissatisfaction in Ji Yunxi's eyes, like a second dog who was left at home.

"Let's go together." Song Xuan laughed.

Only then did Ji Yunxi snort triumphantly, as if even the tail behind her was raised and shaking slightly.

Song Xuan touched Ji Yunxi's head, not knowing whether it was comfort or appreciation.

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On the second day, Song Xuan and Bai Xiaotao followed Bai Xiaotao and his party into Wuyun Temple.

Now is the time when Wuyun Temple's reputation is booming. I don't have a few taels of silver, so I can't easily live in the temple. At most, I can burn incense in front of my head and donate some merit money.

Bai Xiaotao was going to live here for two days, so Song Xuan and the others searched the temple inside and out, they saw people coming and going, monks all looked decent, and there was nothing overstepping the rules.

Song Xuan only saw a little strangeness: "These monks entertained outside have not been ordained for a long time."

Ji Yunxi took a look and found that the complexions of these monks were a little darker than the top of their heads, but they were similar in color, and not many people could tell: "This temple has a great reputation, and it is reasonable to recruit new disciples."

Song Xuan shook his head: "Most of the beads they twisted in their hands are old."

Inherited from the teacher, it is normal to have two strings, so it is not possible to twist the old beads in each one.

Ji Yunxi stared at the Buddhist bead, and seemed to think of something for a moment, but the thought flew away quickly like a gossamer.

The two of them have checked the places they can go and the places they can't go, and it's not convenient to talk in the temple, so they wandered around the back mountain and chatted.

Ji Yunxi couldn't help but said: "I thought you were already very good at fooling people, but I didn't expect there to be situations that you couldn't see through."

"There are people out there," Song Xuan shook the folding fan in his hand—he wasn't dressing up as a fortune teller at this time, and felt that something was missing in his hands, so he picked up a folding fan to play with, but he did have the bearing of a handsome young man, "I'm not Hurry up, it's common sense that you can't see through."

It's just that this time Song Xuan always had an inexplicable strange feeling in his heart.

I don't know if it's because he can read people's memories, so his feelings are always inexplicably effective.

He has seen too many scams, but they are just for the sake of making a living, and there is no need to really see through them.

It's just that this time, from the inside to the outside, there is an indescribable sense of weirdness.

Especially in this incense-filled temple, where people should feel at ease, Song Xuan felt an uncontrollable sense of anxiety.

"This time..." Song Xuangang opened his mouth, but was suddenly interrupted by a howl.

At this time, the sky was approaching dusk, and there were towering trees everywhere on the mountain, but the crying was a bit permeating.

Ji Yunxi reacted much faster than Song Xuan, the frivolous dagger appeared in his hand again, watching the direction of the crying sound vigilantly.

The cry was shrill and loud, not like the cry of ordinary people, and even had a strange tone, lingering in the woods.

The two stood guard in place for a while, but did not see the next move.

Song Xuan made a mouth shape to Ji Yunxi: "Go and see."

Ji Yunxi nodded, and the two tiptoed towards the source of the crying.

Peeling off the many branches and leaves, Song Xuan finally saw the crying person.

It was a child in a monk's robe.

He was kneeling in front of a small soil bag, his face was flushed red and purple, his tears were streaming down fiercely, and his crying was extremely shrill, like the wail of a wild beast, every sound seemed to cry out his heart and lungs.

Song Xuan stared intently for a while, and suddenly recognized the child's face that was red and swollen from crying: "Jueyuan...Little Master?"

This child was the little monk who was bitten by the second dog in front of the inn.

Song Xuan relied on fortune-telling and face-to-face business for a living, and he couldn't make mistakes in remembering people's faces.

I heard that Jueyuan is mute, so it is no wonder that his crying sound is different from ordinary people.

Seeing two strangers coming, Jue Yuan stopped crying immediately, but was still trembling and sobbing.

He has a pair of big round and bright eyes, embedded in the yellow and thin face, it is more and more obvious, and the eyes staring at Song Xuan are also unusually vigilant.

Song Xuan squatted down, hesitated for a while, and then asked: "Little Master...do you have something on your mind?"

Jueyuan took a step back immediately, opened his mouth, but only let out a short "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"" sound.

Only then did Song Xuan realize that Jue Yuan had no tongue.

Ji Yunxi also noticed this, and said flatly: "Forget it, this is a mute."