Demon Exchange

Chapter 138 Undercurrent
The town was very lively, with various voices coming from everywhere.

There is the sound of singing opera, the sound of street vendors, and the sound of red dust women soliciting customers...

Among these noisy voices, Ning Qiu heard a very dissonant sound. It was the sound of suona, gongs and drums from the Buddhist monks outside the restaurant in the morning. From far to near, from vague to clear...

He threw away the lantern in his hand, listened more seriously, and smiled: "It's really been a long time."

"Miss, he smiles so hatefully..."

On the painting boat, the servant girl had her hands on her hips, and she was fighting for her eldest lady: "In this town, how many young talents want to marry you, eldest lady, and the matchmaker almost stepped on the threshold of our house. This man is so ignorant." , Throwing away the lantern you made yourself, I really don’t know that I have lost a great marriage..."

The eldest lady stared blankly at Ning Qiu, since she was a child, no one dared to do this, no matter if it was a family member or an outsider.

He is very good to himself, he actually threw away the lantern he made carefully...

After being stunned for a while, she finally said: "Yan'er, invite that young master to come to Huafang for a talk... Remember, don't be unreasonable."

The maid was also taken aback for a moment: "Miss, do we really want to invite the person who threw the lantern to the boat?" Seeing that the eldest lady didn't respond, she nodded: "That's right, you dare to throw our lantern, and teach you a lesson after you come up." , let him see the heights of the sky and the depth of the earth..."

The eldest lady couldn't take it anymore: "Hurry up!"

The servant girl stuck out her tongue, and hurriedly asked someone to release the boat and take her to that shore...

The sound of suona gongs and drums was getting closer, Ning Qiu slapped the river water off his hands, and was about to turn around and leave...

I only heard a voice from behind: "Hey, don't go!"

Who?
Ning Qiu turned her head and saw a small boat approaching slowly.

There are two people on it, a man punting a boat and a pretty girl, and it was the girl who made the voice.

He glanced left and right, pointed to his nose: "You called me?"

The girl was Yan'er, the servant girl on the boat, she put her hips on her hips and said, "Yes, it's you, our eldest lady let you go on the boat, it's a great blessing..."

Ning Qiu looked at several painting boats in the distance behind her, and waved her hands: "No time, no going."

After speaking, he left the river bank and went to the crowd...

Seeing that Ning Qiu had run away, that Yan'er hurriedly let the man come to the shore. She held up the hem of her skirt and carefully chased after him: "Throw away my lady's lantern, you can't run away even if you want..."

It's a pity that Ning Qiu's speed was so fast that he disappeared in the crowd in an instant.

At this time, people's voices came from far away: "The Buddha of the third birth is back, everyone welcome..."

The scene became a little chaotic.

Yan'er was blocked by people's figures, and she was not tall.Soon he was so dizzy that he even forgot which direction Ning Qiu just walked...

Ning Qiu, who was standing in the crowd, smiled lightly, quickened his pace, and walked towards the source of the voice!
During the day, the monks who traveled to the Buddha came back from the outside. The team seemed to have grown a lot. From the original number of fifty people to more than 200 people, they walked from the official road in a mighty way. They looked solemn, clasped their hands together, muttered in their mouths, and walked slowly, and there were even people on both sides who kept throwing flowers...

There was actually an extra round sedan chair in the team, and the curtain of the sedan chair was completely motionless, making it impossible to see clearly what was going on inside.

But the extra sedan chair made Ning Qiu's heart sink a little...

Someone suddenly shouted: "Master Hongqin, the Great Master, actually came to our town to pray for blessings, what a great blessing!"

The common people knelt down and folded their hands together, and prayed devoutly, hoping to let themselves have some Buddha's light!

A monk walking in the front, with a high hat on his head, held a bottle in his hand, and a willow branch was inserted in the bottle. He pulled out the willow branch and shook it lightly, and said in a sharp voice: "The national teacher is here, Be sympathetic to the common people, please start..."

Hearing this, the people stood up one after another.

The team slowly came to the center of the town, where there was a big wooden platform, and two sedan chairs were lifted into the wooden platform and lined up side by side.

The monks put their hands together and spread out in a strange position...

When it was ready, the curtains of the two sedan chairs were pulled apart, and on the right was the statue of the triple reborn Buddha.On the left sat an old monk wearing a rhubarb robe. He looked at the densely packed crowd of people with a smile on his face, and said slowly, "Everyone is blessed to meet you in this town. Poor monk Hongqin, Ding I will do my best to become rich and honorable to all of you..."

Ning Qiu stood in the crowd.

He found that someone squeezed over from the side, it turned out to be the little girl who wanted to go on the boat by herself.

Yan'er panted and said: "You took my eldest lady's lantern, then threw it away, and...you didn't come on the boat with me to plead guilty... Really... How unreasonable!"

Ning Qiu focused most of his attention on the old monk on the wooden platform, because he felt that this old monk was very unusual and very strange.

I don't want to be disturbed by this maid.

He said: "Throwing away the lantern is because the writing is not good. Do you want me to apologize to your lady for her literary talent?"

Yan'er was furious, his young lady was so talented, and those scholars who had studied for a lifetime might not be able to compare, he dared to say that the writing was not good, so he said angrily: "Your vision is so high, then make a poem, Let me take it back to open Miss's eyes!"

Ning Qiu frowned: "Just take the poem and go, listen up!"

He coughed and thought about it for a while, who is better to copy, just that person!The voice said slowly:

"A lamp without a moon is not entertaining, and a moon without a lamp is not spring."

"When spring comes to the world, people are like jade, and when the lamp burns, the next moon is like silver."

"The streets are full of pearls and emeralds, and the village girls play and sing to compete with the gods of the society."

"If Zhan Fangzun opens his mouth to smile, how can this good day disappear."

Yan'er's servant girl was a little lost when she heard this.

She grew up with the young lady, from what she heard and saw, she knew how to judge the quality of a poem. She repeated it a few times, took a look at Ning Qiu, turned around and left in a hurry, not stopping when she left. I am afraid that I will forget the same...

After finally seeing her off, Ning Qiu heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that she should not be so cheap, what kind of lanterns are there to fish for.

He suddenly felt cold all over, and only felt a gaze locked on him.

Looking up, it turned out to be the old monk on the wooden platform!

He smiled and looked at himself. To outsiders, this gaze may be kind and caring, but in his own eyes, this gaze has a lot of meaning, as if he is looking at a delicious dish with all colors, flavors and flavors. Damn, how could there be such a thing? Feel……

The eyes of the two intertwined in the air.

But it was only for a short moment.

The old monk began to recite scriptures to spread Buddhism and talk about some great principles. Everything seemed so harmonious...

At this time, the crowd was slightly disturbed, and there was another sound, and even the old monk on the stage opened his slightly closed eyes.Ning Qiu followed the voice and saw an army of more than 500 people coming up the official road. Everyone had serious expressions on their faces. At the front was a young general in white robes riding a black horse. ...

Ning Qiu's pupils shrank slightly...

she?
Not falling off a cliff.

Are you almost out of breath?
This world's medical skills are so powerful, and within a month, he was resurrected with full blood?
(End of this chapter)