Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

Fang Cun was really good at praising himself in a roundabout way. Shen Jin gladly accepted his evaluation and approved of it very much.

"What about you? Why are you there?"

"That stall owner is related to the one we found outside the city..."

Shen Jin was not good at exploring the body, so he hadn't discovered anything. After hearing Fang Cun's words, his face became more serious: "Are you sure?"

"I know a secret technique that allows me to see bloodlines. She originated from here."

Fang Cun closed his eyes, feeling somewhat exhausted. This discovery chilled him to the bone.

Even the shadows in the distance seemed crowded, yet here it felt exceptionally cold and quiet, as if we were in the same space. As soon as the conversation faded, a sense of melancholy began to grow. Shen Jin had never liked this kind of atmosphere.

She asked, "You learned it secretly without the teacher's knowledge?"

How stupid must Buddhism be to let its disciples who kill monsters learn the art of blood connection, for fear that the source of the corpses will not be discovered, right?

But unfortunately, the Buddhist disciple in their family is a rebellious person.

A stone hits the calm lake surface, causing ripples to form circles.

Fang Cun was silent, not understanding why Shen Jin was focusing on this.

She was a very clever woman, so it was natural for her to guess it, but it was really rude to say it out loud.

So he defended himself: "The secret techniques in the library are not stolen."

Since it was a scripture stored in the library, it was worth studying, even though he had only seen a travelogue that recorded the relevant techniques.

The book tells of a story about a woman who was pregnant with a daughter and was thrown into a river by her family. The mother knelt and bowed every three steps until she reached a nunnery. A monk, moved by the mother-daughter bond, cast a spell to guide the mother and daughter back to the temple, helping them find their daughter.

Just this one sentence made Fangcun want to learn.

Unfortunately, only fragments of the recorded spells remain, and I have to complete them myself.

After the joke, Fang Cun no longer looked tired as before. He felt a little happier because he met his friend again and agreed to go together.

Shen Jin put away her three-petal pendant and said, "Let's go again."

"But you have to change your appearance."

Shen Jin was finally able to put hair on Fang Cun openly.

God knows how much she wanted to get her hands on this head that was much rounder than normal people's.

If the mission wasn't unclear and she wasn't afraid of scaring off the protagonist, she would have tried it out to see how it felt.

Fang Cun pressed the top of his head and suddenly felt a slight chill on his forehead, as if someone was watching him subtly.

He picked up the hair that was blown to his chest by the wind and asked: "Why is it long hair?"

He didn't mind changing his hairstyle. It was just a temporary fix that would be gone sooner or later.

But if it is too long, it will be troublesome and inconvenient to fight against demons.

Shen Jin helped him put on the wig, stepped back a few steps to look at it, and answered when he heard the question: "It fits."

Shen Jin felt that he was born with long hair, and did not look like a Buddhist, but rather a human body transformed from Jinlian through practice.

The more he looked, the more satisfied he became: "If you go there like this, even if you show me the three-petal golden lotus, I'm sure the stall owner won't say anything."

It's just like an unfocused parent who dresses up his disappointing kid and encourages him to be more social.

……

The two did not go directly to the stall, but sat aside to meditate and adjust, specifically referring to Fangcun.

Shen Jin lazily leaned on the steps, playing with the hair in his hands and spending his days bored.

"There's still a quarter of an hour until the evening hour. It's time to close the stall."

The Lingtai formation closes at the hour of You. To avoid crowding and trampling, people inside the Lingtai begin to evacuate before that time. The stall owner is usually the last one to hold out, but as the number of diners decreases, he will also clear the table.

It’s not appropriate to disturb Lu Ren.

The Buddhist sect was truly stingy. The sun overhead was like a lightbulb, instantly shut off, leaving no trace of its afterglow.

The evening hour has arrived, and the sky has turned completely dark. The bright moon hangs in the center, its light faint.

"Tell me, do people who have been in the city know about sunrise and sunset?"

Fang Cun looked at Shen Jin almost instantly. She was still lying down, her long black hair spread on the steps, without any dust disturbing her.

She didn't wait for Fangcun's answer.

She seemed to be asking herself the question and answering it herself: "Being alive is the most important thing. The sun rises and the moon rises only once a day, so it doesn't matter if you don't watch it."

For no apparent reason, Fangcun thought of a travelogue he had found in the Sutra Library. A corner of the book had been gnawed by insects, and even the printing was incorrect. Inside, there was a line: "If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die by the evening."

Perhaps, someone will fight for the rising sun on this day...

Shen Jin lazily stood up, his expression normal: "We should set off."

"it is good."

The night wind is always colder than the day wind. They didn't mention their sudden flash of inspiration again. Some things are judged by the heart.

Some people used to be so confined to one area that they never thought about it, but after seeing more, their thoughts are of course unpredictable.

The first day of the food competition came to an end. Lu Ren packed his bag and put it on his back.

In the moonlight, the old man was hunched over, leaning on a cane, and his shadow was stretched out very long.

As he walked, he subconsciously looked to the right, with his right hand slightly curled up, as if he wanted to hold a ball of air.

Shen Jin and Fang Cun followed Lu Ren from a distance and came to the wooden house where he was temporarily settled.

Lu Ren's ranking was not high. At the end of the day, his ranking had dropped to 413th.

After he put his things in place, he sat down at the wooden table and took out a green and yellow puppet from his chest.

The carving of the puppet wasn't particularly delicate, with scratches of varying depths, a sign of a beginner's craftsmanship. But the owner cherished it with great care, evidently polishing it day and night until the edges and corners had honed to a gentle luster.

"Anan, it's grandpa who is useless. He can't compare to Anan's talent. He hasn't been able to get first place for so long. Has our Anan had enough food, clothes, and grown up safely in the Buddhist sect?"

"Grandpa, if you work harder, maybe you can get up there tomorrow."

"Anan, wait for me. Once grandpa wins the first prize, we can be reunited."

Lu Ren stroked the wood carving, wiped away his tears, and began to prepare food for tomorrow.

The sound of cutting vegetables rang out regularly.

Fang Cun outside the door withdrew his hand that was about to knock on the door.

Shen Jin glanced at him and asked, "Not coming in?"

Fang Cun shook his head: "I now know that it is enough for him to have an Anan who won first place and entered the Buddhist sect."

Seeing him like this, Shen Jin also stopped and went in to ask Lu Ren about his thoughts. It was a pity for the old man, so she decided not to bother with him.

......

At the hour of Chen, the sun rises and hangs overhead, and the transition from day to night happens in a flash.

The quiet Baiwei City bathed in sunshine and became bustling again.

Shen Jin and Fang Cun did not go to Lingtai today.

Instead, he found a teahouse and asked about the news of the little girl.

"You know what, that girl is amazing. She's not even as tall as my waist, but she's dancing with this big pot. This is it!" The man gave a thumbs up.

It is not uncommon to see a winner in a food competition, but it is commendable that the winner is a skinny eight-year-old girl.

"It's strange to think about it now. Even if a little girl has been cooking since she was born, she wouldn't be able to have such a skill."

"He's a prodigy who was exceptionally selected to join the Buddhist sect. What do you mean by talent? Is this something that mere mortals like us can compare to?"

"I'm afraid that the next time she comes, we'll all kneel down and cheer her on, 'Holy Monk!'"

Shen Jin played with the teacup.

Unfortunately, if she really comes, you will kneel down crying and beg the monster master to spare your lives.

What's even more regrettable is that she has been buried in the ground and her body is not yet complete.