Leisurely mountain village

"How is Jinxiu? Are you settling back in?" Ye Jinxiu is 8 years old and in the second grade now. She has also started learning martial arts.

"I'm used to it, Uncle. Look how much I've grown." Ye Jinxiu was more cheerful than Xiaoyuan. When she walked up to Ye Huan, her head was already up to Ye Huan's chest.

"You've definitely grown taller, haha, Jinxiu will definitely be a great beauty in the future." Ye Huan laughed, patted her head, and put Yuanyuan down. "Go on, buy some delicious food, Uncle is treating today."

"Thank you, Uncle." The three children thanked Ye Huan and went to Ye He's family's small shop.

"Xiaoya, don't take the money, I'll pay it in a bit," Ye Huan said to Ye He's wife at the window.

"Okay, Huan-ge."

"Alright, sit down. You're so pregnant, do you really need to serve me tea?" Ye Huan walked over and made her sit down. She scanned the code to pay 20 yuan, then took the teapot and walked to the stone table.

"These are just a few kids, so we only bought that much," Ye Huan said with a shake of his head and a smile.

“Having suffered so much with Brother Chun all these years, he matured much earlier than other kids, especially Xiaoyuan, who is the eldest brother. I guess he was the one who took care of his two younger sisters before,” Dazhuang said.

“When I went to Chengshi Village last time, Village Chief Yuan Hua asked me to introduce a potential partner to his niece. I thought Brother Chun was a good match, so I told Village Chief Yuan to ask his niece for her opinion.”

"Oh? Brother Chun brought three kids. What did they say?" Ye Huan asked.

“Village Chief Yuan’s niece is widowed and has no children. She’s 30 years old. After hearing about Brother Chun’s story, she said she’d give him a try and see what he’s like. I don’t know if she’s still dating him now,” Da Zhuang said.

"Why don't you ask them when you have some free time? If they seem like a good match and the other person is willing, then let's make them a couple," Ye Huan said to Da Zhuang.

"Okay, I'll ask if there's nothing else."

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Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

On the last day of the short holiday, October 7th, Ye Chun brought a very plain-looking woman to eat at the village canteen. Ye Huan and the others did not go over to disturb them, but instead gathered around the table to chat.

"Does this mean you agree?" Ye Huan asked.

"Yes, Ye Chun is facing it calmly. That's just his situation. The woman likes him and is willing to be with him, so he has no objections." Da Zhuang nodded. After he asked, Ye Chun took the initiative to ask for the other party's opinion.

"After I asked, Village Chief Yuan told me that Yuan Li, oh, that's his niece, was born infertile, so her previous husband always abused her. Her mother-in-law was always sarcastic and sarcastic. Later, the man found another woman, but that woman had a husband. When she came back and saw them, the two of them fought, and Yuan Li's husband was beaten to death by the other woman."

Ye Huan explained the situation to everyone: "Just the day before, Yuan Li and that man had just gone through the divorce proceedings."

"This whole thing is a mess, haha." Nobody knew what to say.

"How is he?" Ye Huan was more concerned about this.

"He's more than good enough to be with Brother Chun, let's just say that," Da Zhuang laughed.

"That's good. As long as his character and values ​​are sound, everything else is minor." Ye Huan nodded, just hoping he wouldn't bring trouble to the village.

“Look at her face, she doesn’t seem like that kind of person,” Dazhuang said.

Ye Huan was stunned for a moment, then everything was fine. After dinner, Ye Huan took his wife and children home, said goodbye, and went to the back mountain.

Just now, while he was eating, he received a message from his clone, asking him to go to the country of Sava, to the home of a local high-ranking official on the list.

Ye Huan was confused. Although his clone only had half his strength, it was practically invincible on this planet. Why was Ye Huan being asked to go there?

Ye Huan changed his appearance and moved towards the coordinates of his clone. "What's going on?"

“This person is the Permanent Deputy Minister of Finance, Somchai, one of the top names on the list. Now his three sons and two daughters have all returned. He has a Chinese cultivator behind him, so we asked Your Excellency to come and take a look,” Qinglong said.

"A cultivator?" Ye Huan released his divine sense and saw the person hiding in a relatively secluded room.

"A monk?" Ye Huan was surprised.

He wasn't bald; he could tell the difference between a bald man and a monk, especially since he had ordination scars on his head.

“Yes, I know that the Sava people are Buddhist, but this is the first time I’ve seen people who believe in Chinese Buddhism,” Qinglong explained.

Ye Huan nodded. That was true. The status of monks in Sava was quite high, but Ye Huan was still confused about believing in a Chinese monk.

"Let's go, it's time for them to pay their debts," Ye Huan said with a smile, and the two of them appeared in the courtyard.

Security personnel quickly arrived to remove them, but Qinglong resolved the situation.

As the piercing alarm sounded, Ye Huan walked into the magnificent hall, and Qinglong casually closed the door behind him.

"Who are you?" a man in his thirties stood up and asked.

Ye Huan reached out and pressed down, "Sit down. Are you Song Cai?" Ye Huan asked the elderly man, who looked to be about 60 years old, sitting in the main seat.

"It's me. Who are you? How did you get in?" The old man nodded and asked slowly.

"Oh, how did you get in? It's so obvious, isn't it? You walked in. Alright, enough chit-chat, I've come to return some things to you." Ye Huan said with a smile, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

“Return the things? We don’t even know each other, what do I owe you?” Songchai asked suspiciously.

"Haha, you really have a short memory. You borrowed a child's heart, and it hasn't even been a year. Have you forgotten so quickly?" Ye Huan laughed.

"You... people come here..." Songchai stood up abruptly, his anger and embarrassment palpable.

Ye Huan and his companion remained still, watching a group of heavily armed men rush into the hall. Three minutes later, the monk stood behind Songchai. "Chinese?" the monk asked.

"Your matter isn't urgent. I'll talk to you later. Let's collect the debt first," Ye Huan said.

Qinglong quickly and easily wiped out the squad of more than 20 people, leaving everyone stunned.

The monk narrowed his eyes, and was about to make a move, but then he stopped moving, sat there with his eyes closed and his mind at ease, chanting "Amitabha."

The clattering sound of the long string of beads he was fiddled with betrayed his inner fear.

"Azure Dragon, the same old rule applies. Anyone in a high position will be dealt with the same way as the Tai family," Ye Huan said with a smile, then turned to face the monk.

Qinglong said "Oh," indicating he understood. He hollowed out the area, filled it with weeds, and hung it on his unit's flagpole, then began to work.

Ignoring the panic on the other side, Ye Huan smiled at the monk and said, "Let me introduce you. You're a Chinese monk who came to Savoy to preach. You weren't beaten to death by the local monks?"

"If I wanted to, I could wipe out all these monks by myself. Who would dare to stop me?" The monk then stopped what he was doing, opened his eyes, and said.