Chen Fan took a deep breath and frowned slightly. He suddenly remembered a somewhat inappropriate sentence: "The green mountain is fortunate to bury loyal bones, and the white iron is innocent to cast slander ministers."

Although this matter is really not good, is there something wrong with the temple? Is the Buddha wrong? Is the pagoda wrong?

This is called innocent suffering.

But Chen Fan still couldn't understand why the man in black wanted to protect the "Send the Send the Son" in this pagoda. Is there any connection between them?

Intuition told Chen Fan that if the old man said everything was true, what would the man in black have to do with the young monk who escaped from the temple? But who can find out this matter clearly?

Chen Fan remembered the black cat again.

"Do you know there is a big cat in the community behind? It's black, big."

After hearing this, the old man looked at Chen Fan up and down, "Yeah, I know."

"What's wrong with that cat? Is it a wild cat?"

"Why did you do it?"

"It's nothing, I just think it's quite fun. I'm wondering if I can catch it and keep it at home."

"Oh."

The old man smiled and continued to shake the fan, "Speak up, don't be afraid of scaring you. I saw this cat when I was so tall."

The old man compared it with his hand, about one meter high. "Later my father told me that when he was so tall, the cat was so big."

Chen Fan shook back, "How old are you this year?

“Sixty-five.”

"So, according to your words, this cat is not at least over a hundred years old?"

"It's almost the same, maybe more than that."

"Damn."

Chen Fan smiled and had no choice but to say, "If you are over a hundred years old, you won't be so energetic? Normally, even if you live a long life in ten years, it's rare for twenty years."

"That's not true, so there are some things in this world that cannot be explained clearly, but maybe, what if it is not the same one, maybe the one my father saw was its father, its grandfather, or even its ancestors. Looking at humans and cats, they can't see them accurately. Sometimes, they look similar in our eyes."

"That's right."

"But that cat is really unusual."

"How to say it?"

"Never approach people, no one can think of getting close to them, they're so smart."

"It seems that it has long known about human malice."

"I thought so too."

Chen Fan stuttered and accidentally opened a book. The twelve words on the cover were very conspicuous: "People say ghosts are terrifying, but they don't know how to poison people's hearts."

"Is this book really not sold?"

Chen Fan shook his hand "Bai Jie's Story".

“Not selling.”

The old man said firmly.

"Then forget it."

Chen Fan went to the counter to check out and pushed out the door with a plastic bag.

The old man stood behind the counter and stared at Chen Fan for a long time, shook his head.

"Ah Yeh."

Someone sneezes in the inner room.

A middle-aged man limped out, looked at the door closed, wiped his nose, turned around and turned down a plastic bag from the bookshelf, opened it and took out a handful of sandalwood. He tilted his shoulders and walked a few steps towards the shrine position on the counter, lit the incense, and inserted it straight into the incense burner filled with incense ash, "Dad, thank you for your hard work."

In the shrine, there are old gray-white photos, an old man smiling, lifelike.

Chen Fan came out of it, swaying his pocket in his hand, looking left and right, but didn't see Xiaoman's figure. He walked along the path in front of him, and glanced at the little girl's position left and right. Suddenly, he heard someone applauding and someone applauding in the alley not far away.

"Okay! OK! That's amazing!"

"Oh, it's so amazing! It's so amazing!"

"Um?"

The cheers aroused Chen Fan's curiosity. Chen Fan followed the sound and saw a little girl standing on the wall watching the fun, with a skateboard under her arm, and she was like a tomboy.

Chen Fan walked over and wanted to pull the little girl down, but as soon as he showed up, a group of people were densely surrounded by a junction in the alley. In the middle, there seemed to be someone playing something. Everyone was excited to see, and many people were watching with windows open.

"Hey, everyone on blind dates, my elders, let's not hide it from you. I'm the first time I came to the precious land today. I don't have any special skills. I'm just relying on the little tricks passed down by my ancestors. I hope that all the blind dates will support you. The trick we played just now is just a small job that I can't do. Next, please see."

A thin man dressed in a fairy dress in a Taoist priest dressed in a gossip, straightened his hat and opened a box near the dipping table. In the box, various talismans were neatly placed, "Please see, have you seen these talismans? These are treasures left by our ancestors. Not all of them are outstanding, rich, disaster-eliminated, evil-repellent, and peach blossoms, and there are many people!"

"What, you're a lie!" An uncle hugged his shoulders and curled his lips, "What era is this? Why do people believe this? Don't tell me! You are a Taoist priest in Maoshan!"

"Hey, you're only half of this. I'm not a Taoist priest in Maoshan." After the man said that, he became proud, "What I learned is the ghost art!"

Chen Fan didn't squeeze in, and was wondering why he pulled the little girl down without knowing it. When he heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

He couldn't help frowning, thinking that there were some days for the reform of the ghost sect. He had clearly regulated his disciples and disciples to not be able to perform on the streets in the future to attract attention. How could anyone dare to blatantly disobey the command of the head coach? Isn't take me seriously or is it because Zhongli is not careful in doing things.

He couldn't help but get back together, "borrow it, borrow it."

"Oh, why are you squeezing?" A pretty woman frowned and cursed.

"What about you? What?" Seeing Chen Fan glaring at him, a man next to him was posing and stepped forward. He was not tall and had a tattoo on his face that he didn't know how to describe it. Anyway, he didn't look like a good person at first glance.

Chen Fan didn't want to make trouble, so he ignored them. He pinched the woman's butt without knowing it. The woman was startled and looked back at Chen Fan, "What are you doing?"

Chen Fan didn't say anything, lowered his head and retreated depressedly, and the man next to him asked the woman, "What's wrong?"

"He touched my ass!"

"What!?"

The man was immediately furious when he heard this, "Mao, please stand here!"

Chen Fan'er didn't dare to quit, and walked quickly towards a place where no one was around.

"Grass, your fuck, stand here!"

The woman also called out.

A man and a woman chased after him in a blink of an eye.

When the nearby people heard the movement and looked back, the three of them had already run away.

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