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"But what is this?"

Chen Luo stretched out a finger, and his thoughts moved slightly, only to see a wisp of mist-like, shimmering colorful gas escaping from Chen Luo's fingertips, wrapping around Chen Luo's fingers like a smoke snake.

When he wrote nearly [-] words, Chen Luo discovered that there was a colorful mist the size of soybeans in his body, and when he felt it carefully, he realized that every time he wrote a word of Xiaoao Jianghu, there would be a trace of insignificant mist in his body. Produced in vivo.

Now almost a third of the book has been completed, and the mist the size of soybeans has also condensed into the size of a finger.

"Is this Qi?" Chen Luo was a little puzzled. As far as he knew, "Qi" is the foundation of practice in this world, which needs to be obtained through chanting scriptures, so there are only three kinds of Qi in the world.

The cyan aura is the awe-inspiring righteousness of Confucianism.

Purple Qi is the innate source Qi of Taoism.

The golden air is the true meaning of reincarnation in Buddhism.

In addition to these three kinds of qi, there is also the saying of "half way qi", which refers to the luck of the dynasty, and the color is distinguished by the five virtues of the dynasty. For example, the Daxuan Dynasty belongs to Jinde, and the corresponding color is white.

Apart from this, there is no other "qi" in the world.

"Young master, young master..." Xiaohuan suddenly rushed into the study, scaring Chen Luo's colorful mist into his body quickly.

"what happened?"

"There's someone outside, who died in front of our house." Xiaohuan pointed to the direction of the door with one hand, and pressed her chest with the other, panting.

"Go and have a look." Chen Luo got up and walked outside.When Chen Xuan and Chen Ping left in the morning, they took all the people in the mansion out of the city, and the servants hadn't had time to call back, so at this time there were only Chen Luo and Xiaohuan in the city mansion.This kind of thing can only be handled by him.

"Miss's face powder is used up, I wanted to buy some new ones, but when I opened the door, I saw him lying in front of our house, it scared me to death." Coming to the door, Xiaohuan pointed to a stone lion in front of the door Sure enough, Chen Luo saw a person leaning against the stone lion, with his head drooping, looking lifeless.Naturally, there were many spectators around.

Chen Luo approached the other party slowly, Xiaohuan grabbed Chen Luo's sleeve from behind and whispered, "Master, let's report to the police. You are just awake, what if his ghost bumps into you again?"

Chen Luo's heart warmed up. The little maid looked carefree. She didn't expect that she still cared about herself. As expected, she followed her master and was about to give Xiaohuan a bright smile to express her gratitude when she heard Xiaohuan say again: "You It doesn't matter if you get hit, but I'm the only one in the house, so I'm afraid."

Sure enough, it was the Xiaohuan I knew!

Chen Luo ignored Xiaohuan and walked up to the man. To be honest, with Zhong Kui protecting him, he really wasn't afraid of little ghosts.

Chen Luo looked at the other party carefully, his face was dirty, he looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, about the same age as himself, he was a boy, holding a broken sword in his hand, his tattered top showed his body covered with scars.

"Poor man"

Chen Luo stretched out his hand to probe the opponent's breath, and sure enough he couldn't feel breathing, and then touched the opponent's pulse, but he couldn't feel the beating of the pulse either.

"It's dead." Chen Luo sighed, stood up, and was about to call Xiaohuan to hire a passer-by to report to the police, when he suddenly heard a strange voice from the corpse on the ground——

"goo"

Chen Luo froze for a moment, squatted down quickly, and said softly: "High-end ingredients often only need the simplest cooking method."

"The skin of the soup-filled xiao long bao is thin, even translucent. Open your mouth and take a bite, and the delicious juice inside will flow into your mouth. When you bite into the meat ball soaked in juice, it is neither fat nor greasy, and the mouth is smooth."

"goo"

"Liangshan small pork is roasted with skin on. The tender and thick skin is the essence of small pork. It is best when it is roasted to a golden color. Large pieces of lean meat are served with chili, soybeans, and sesame. Not to mention how fragrant it is”

"Siliu..." Xiaohuan, who was standing by the side, took a sip of saliva. Although she didn't know what the young master said about the steamed buns and Liangshan pork, the words matched the strange tone of the young master, and Xiaohuan still unconsciously blew out Drooling.

Almost at the same time, the "terribly dead" corpse suddenly raised its hand, grabbed Chen Luo's sleeve, and said weakly: "Tell me two more paragraphs."

"Xiaohuan, go get a bowl of porridge!" Chen Luo ordered, Xiaohuan froze for a moment, and ran into Chen's mansion. cold!"

"It's okay!" Chen Luo took the small bowl and handed it to the other party's mouth, "Can you hear me? I'll feed you some porridge, and you swallow it slowly."

After finishing speaking, Chen Luogang was about to feed the porridge into the ragged boy's mouth, when the boy's mouth suddenly shone with a golden light, blocking the porridge from the boy's mouth.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha" a Buddha's cry sounded behind Chen Luo, "Don't worry about the little benefactor, he can't eat any food!"

Chen Luo frowned slightly, and followed the voice, only to see a monk with a fair face and cassock standing not far away, bowing to him with palms together.

"Buddhist disciples!" Chen Luo's heart skipped a beat. This was the first time he had seen a Buddhist sect in this world, and it looked somewhat similar to the Buddhist sect in the world he was familiar with.

"Master, why is this so?" Chen Luo asked sincerely.

The monk's face remained unchanged, and he said: "The poor monk gave him a 'shut-up meditation'. For ten days, he was not allowed to eat a grain of rice or drop any water."

Xiaohuan frowned, and stood up: "You monk, are you killing people? Normal people don't eat or drink for ten days, aren't they going to die, and they won't be afraid of the government arresting you!"

The monk smiled slightly, took out a piece of paper from his bosom, and said, "This benefactor borrowed 300 taels of silver from the poor monk, and has a bet with the poor monk. If he doesn't eat a grain of rice or drink a drop of water within ten days, if he does If you do, the debt will be cancelled, if you can’t do it, you have to recognize the poor monk as a teacher, and return to the Western Buddhist realm with the poor monk to be a little novice.”

"If he can't make it through, but refuses to admit defeat to the poor monk, and finally dies of starvation and thirst, he will take his own life and owe me nothing."

"Now, the deadline for this loan is still two days away."

Just as Chen Luo was about to speak, Xiaohuan scolded: "You monk, don't lie! This little brother's clothes are torn, and he doesn't even have a good sword. You said he asked you for 300 taels, what about the silver?" ?”

Hearing Xiaohuan's words, the onlookers also started discussing and pointing at the monk.The monk was not in a hurry, and said slowly: "There are a pair of brothers in Qiansong County. The elder brother raises horses for a rich family. The younger brother got on the horse to play, but the horse was frightened, and the younger brother fell off the horse. In order to save the younger brother, the older brother shot three arrows in succession. Killed a good horse. The big family asked for 300 taels of compensation, otherwise they would be escorted to the court. My younger brother was ashamed, so he put a bid on the side of the road to sell himself, but the price was 300 taels."

"300 taels. You can buy [-] children like him. Naturally, no one will buy him." The monk said flatly, without a trace of emotion. It’s more valuable to sell whole.”

"Chop a finger, ten taels; stab yourself, 20 taels; one ear, 30 taels, one eye, 80 taels"

"When the little benefactor broke into the underground gambling house, the younger brother had lost a pair of ears and one eye. It was a pity that the gambler was beaten to death by the little benefactor. But the younger brother grabbed the little benefactor and said that the other party was still there." No money was given to him!"

"The little benefactor just borrowed 300 taels of silver from the poor monk, and gave it to him together with his valuables and clothes."

"The little benefactor is so kind-hearted, he really has a relationship with my Buddhist family"

"Yuan your sister!" Chen Luo scolded, "I'll pay back the 300 taels for him, quickly unlock the spell!"

The monk shook his head slightly: "It's not right, the poor monk doesn't want money, he just wants disciples!"

An angry look appeared on Chen Luo's face, "1000 taels!"

The monk still shook his head: "Money is like dung to me, as long as he survives ten days, the poor monk will not make things difficult."

"He's going to die soon!"

"The poor monk knows, but he has a bet with the poor monk. If he wins, the 300 taels will be written off. If he loses, he will either be my disciple or pay the debt with his life!"

As he said that, the monk looked at the young man: "Almsgiver, you just need to nod your head now, and the poor monk will unlock the spell immediately."

The boy who was awakened by Chen Luo didn't have the strength to turn his head, but opened his mouth slightly——

Pooh!

Chen Luo suddenly stopped being angry, looked at the monk coldly, and shouted: "Xiaohuan!"

Xiaohuan hurried to Chen Luo's side, Chen Luo whispered a few words to Xiaohuan, Xiaohuan froze for a moment, looked at Chen Luo suspiciously, but still turned and ran away.

Chen Luo ignored the monk, walked back to the ragged boy, and patted him on the shoulder: "Persist for a while, I can help you"