Chapter 263: Wishing well (middle)

The author has something to say: Sorry, when I sorted out the details, I discovered that the Heluo faction knows the name of Yang Xinyue, but I don’t know who it is.
There is no kerb in this well, and the piled stones are also ruined.
There were a lot of burnt incense sticks scattered around the well, a thick layer of paper ash, the wind blowing, fluttering, people passing by could not help but sneeze.
Tian Yan’s real-life look is strange:
What a ghost is this, there is a hint of spirituality.

The mortal worshipped the gods and he saw much more. Some of them were clay-plastic wooden tires. They were worshipped by incense and fired day by day. They gradually became contaminated with some aura. They wanted to make a ghost. At least for hundreds of years, before that, they might have encountered it. The monk caught it.
This well looked unremarkable, but there was a hidden ominous atmosphere.
Tian Yanzhen is not an ordinary priest.
Tiandao's retrospective time, he not only has memories of past lives, but also retains the keen mind of the Mahayana period - once the head of the Heluo faction, for these visions, has more say than other monks.
Chen He’s eyes were dark and the breath of the bottom of the well attracted him to give him a burst of impatience, just wanting to leave quickly or killing him.
"Sir?"
Tian Yan real people feel bad, and quickly take a step back.
Chen Hu suppressed the abnormal mood, and this only wakes up: since his brother's flight, his mind has a crack.
This crack is very slight and difficult to find.
The main reason is that after the release of the shackles, Chen He did not care about the act, and gradually the shadow of the former sacred flames returned.
In dealing with Chen's family, with Chen He's temperament, he did not need to pay attention to Mr. Chen Zhensong's doubts, but he used the stone fire to threaten Chen Zhen, and indulged in such pleasure.
This is a very dangerous sign.
Addicted to killing, watching others dying in the horror of suffering, and gradually losing the nature of being born.
It’s just easy to fold, too strong to bend, even if it’s strong enough to be invincible, but like living away from the flames, will it be easy?
Chen He took a deep breath and raised his hand to stop it: "You don't have to call me a sage. You and I have neither hatred nor hostility. If you meet in heaven in the future, do you still call the sages?"
"..."
Now, let's say that the thing that is flying up is a bit far away?
Tian Yanzhen changed his name from good to good: "Chen Daoyou, can you feel the embarrassment of this well?"
"As you said, there is a sense of fierceness in this well."
Chen Wo also stepped back a few steps.
Leaving the well, the impatience of his heart quickly subsided, which made his look a bit more dignified.
- Chen He has recognized that the North Xuan Gong Law has been brought into the country. What kind of monsters can shake his mind?
"It seems that we are still rash." Tian Yan real people frown deeply.
He began to worry about whether two people could get something from the bottom of the well.
"Is this kind of monster, do you want to be a leader?"
"Cough, I don't want it." Tian Yanzheng shook his head again and again. "But God's will guide the poor road to this, the poor road will not be ignored. The Wuluo faction survives, the real world has flourished for hundreds of years, and this is the end of the day." What is the omen."
Chen He heard aloud: "This is so serious? What kind of secret are you watching?"
"Hey." Tian Yan real people touch the nose.
"Hard to say?"
Chen He is not a person who is chasing people to ask the truth. It is just that things are involved here, and there may be clues.
"This!" Tian Yan real people stunned a bit, this is awkward to say, "This is quite a twist. Because of the change of Xiaoyang Mountain, my brother Chi Xuan real people say a mystery -"
On that day, Acer Xuanzhen said that "the air fire is something that should not come", and then said, "I should not appear in the world, I want someone to pay the price, I hope it can achieve something." Ray chased it.
"...With the proof of the thunder, it means that there is something wrong with it."
"Not bad." Chen Wo beheaded.
- It is really convenient to have such a heaven that does not lie.
"I feel that it is a matter of great importance. It coincides with the chaos of the comprehension. I decided not to close the mountain and ask the secret." Tian Yan is a serious man.
Who can get rid of the heavens, find a loophole, calculate the world?
Not afraid of carrying the huge cause and effect caused by the disaster of Xiaoyangshan?
The answer is already coming out, just in the sky...
"After closing the gate, I sent it up and down and made several rituals to promote the secret."
"and so?"
Chen He pointed at the well. This is the secret that He Luo sent out?
How is this relationship?
"Cough, the process is like this..."
Tian Yanzheng will first ask Xiaoluoshan to ask for the beginning and end of Xiaoyang Mountain. As a result, he saw the horrific scene of "the road of robbing and flying, being ripped by countless giant hands, and tyrannical power to defeat the connection between heaven and humanity." After the shock, I followed the idea of ​​the heavenly machine and said it again.
He also said that the red-skinned real people were in the midst of the gods, and they heard the sects flying to the ancestors' missions, and they were looking for someone in the world.
Tian Yan real people do not know whether to trust Chen Wo, had to vaguely bring this name to the past:
"Chen Daoyou forgive me, the poor road is not clear to people outside the Heluo School who will tell this person, will it be chased by Tianlei. Cough, in short, there are such individuals, I have never heard of the name, but the heavens do The ancestors of the gods remind us to find him, in desperation..."
"You go on doing things, where is he?"
Chen He is very angry and funny, and He Luopai is really the only one he saw in his life.

Is this person a blessing?

"No, no, how can it." Tian Yanzheng quickly explained, "I sent the ancestors, and then the vast majority of the gods, not knowing who a mortal name is."
Waiting for Chen He to ask again, Tian Yanzheng said with a bitter face: "I want to push the secret plane and find the whereabouts of the person. I didn't expect the brothers Chih-myeon to see only... the mutton soup."
"What are you talking about?" Chen Wo suspected that he had got it wrong.
Tian Yan real people closed their eyes and sighed: "One pot of steaming mutton soup, and two hands."
Chen He wants to laugh, and feels that it is not suitable.
"This is a god, it is really deep, is it difficult for the other party to sell lamb?"
"Who said that it is not?" Tian Yan lived a lot of bitter water, stunned for a long time.
"Let me think about it, because you can't guess what the meaning of this pot of mutton soup, so continue to count?" Chen Wo said with a smile, "The result of this day is to make your direction, that is, the street in Yuzhou City." Although I can't figure it out, I can't come again. It seems that because my brother is soaring, the heavens are completely cut off. Can you just go down the mountain and see what?"
Tian Yan lived and nodded.
"The death of Fu Guan, but it indicates the secret of this well..." Chen He muttered to himself.
The process is somewhat outrageous and complicated, but from the response of Heaven -
"The faction is really extraordinary! At least the second time is right." Chen He said eccentrically to Tian Yanzhen, "Please ask the president to see through the truth of the pot of mutton soup!"
"..."
Chen He is tuned to be interesting. A hunchback woman walks along the roadside. The sullen eyes are staring at Tian Yan’s real person. He trembles and asks: "But the feng shui is long? Please come to the old family."
This woman is different from the seller. She speaks a Yunzhou dialect, and Tian Yan’s real people are confused.
Fortunately, Wanteng County is not far from Yunzhou City. Chen He listened to the 80% understanding. He pointed to the nephew that Tian Yanzhen took in his hand: "Little Dao, your business is on the door."
"Chen Daoyou, the poor age seems to be older than you." Tian Yan is not a real person.

Yes, it looks older than me, and it’s more obvious after a few decades.

At that time, Tian Yan’s real beard, Chen He is still a teenager.
I finally realized that it is meaningless to say that the difference between the monks is a few years old. Tian Yan’s real voice said:
The poor road feels that watching this well will not be a thing for a while, it’s better to take the opportunity to this place. Inquire, right, it’s just like a poor road, you can earn a few copper plates, and you won’t be able to sleep.

Chen Wo is not allowed.
He made a blind eye, and the mortal stunned him.
The two followed the old woman who was smashing to the broken houses at the end of the canyon.
There was a cloth in front of the house, the door was open, and there were some animals in the horse's circle. This is an inn. Although it is old, the tables and chairs are all available, but I don't know why, there is no one inside.
"Daochang, I have to be awkward for my family. Somehow, my family is declining day by day." The old woman with hunchback eyes is muddy and wipes the table slowly. "It’s all that bad! Others say it It’s a disaster, I think it’s a disaster!

Tian Yan real people frown: "How do you say this?"
I don't know if the old woman understood it. She only sighed and sighed: "I said that the feng shui is not good, the aura is vented, and the fortune of the fortune is broken. When there was no such well before, my family was big and beautiful. Nowadays...only the old man and the grandson are left behind."

How many years has this well been?

The hunchback old woman leaned her ears, as if trying to listen to the words of Tian Yanzhen, she said with a sigh of sorrow: "It didn't take long, seven or eighty years, I was young, and there was a shortage of water, and someone had a well."
"Don't you say that this well is a child? How is it a bad well?"
This matter was translated from the local chronicles by Mr. Song. Chen He listened to nothing. When Tian Yanzheng listened to Chen He, he did not take it seriously. The mortal ignorance and more demanding seemed to have a sustenance. It is satisfied.
They don't feel the secret of this underground, and how it relates to the mortal's request for the child.
The hunchback old woman seems to be sluggish. She shook her head and sat down on the bench. In the distance, the magic repair had already gnashed her teeth and said: "No, this little priest actually knows that this well is a child! It is awkward, I must have checked in advance."
They have been monks for too long, and they have long forgotten that mortals and local chronicles are such things.
Ordinary people may not have, the Yunzhou family Chen family certainly has such a book, Chen Zhen went out to be an official, how can there be no books to fill the way, one to two, his curtain, Mr. Song also dimmed.
You don't have to come to Wanteng County, you know this well.
Local ambitions, when mentioned, also said that hundreds of miles away from Yunzhou, the ignorance of the people, actually asked for a son, also known as the spirit, word of mouth, but to the child, only one of the ten is willing, Ling Hey? People's hearts?
Those who read this paragraph will smile and use this as a joke, not taking it seriously.
The magician who controlled the soul of the people was busy, and the old woman with a humpback straightened her eyes. She stood up and took a teapot and poured a cup for Tianyan.
"what?"
Chen He stared at the tea that was poured out.
Could it be a spiritual tea, so strong?
Chen Wo exchanged a gaze with Tian Yanzhen.
The elixir flower and fruit is the most precious. Can a tea in a broken inn have such effects?
Tian Yan real people pretend not to pay attention to this cup of tea on the table, Chen He looks suspicious, continue to listen to the woman.
After the half-column incense, the old woman stood up with her arms and insisted that the leader should go to the well to take a good look at the "bad phase."
Seeing people walking away, a few people suddenly appeared in the empty inn.
"Small scorpion, this priest, what should I do? In case this is a coward, after touching the well rope, I will be scared to turn and run, and the lord who is looking for a ghost, can I find it?"
His companion stood and hesitated and asked: "This little priest does not seem to touch the tea!"
"Yes, it’s a waste of effort!"
"But how is this tea pot empty? Who drank it?"
"what?"
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