The screams of Little Monk Fan continued for a long time, and then he squatted down and started sobbing.

　　 "Lord, his mind should have been greatly traumatized." Siniang said next to him.

　　 Zheng Fan nodded.

　　 The little monk has a root of wisdom. He has been in contact with this pair of masters and disciples, and thinks that these two people should have great blessings.

　　The so-called good fortune refers to the fact that even if there is no major achievement in this life, it can be a good luck and be unrestrained.

　　 But unfortunately, looking at the appearance of the little monk in front of you, the blessing on his body did not seem to be able to protect him this time.

Of course, you can also talk about it from another angle. If it wasn't for this pot of fish soup that was delayed, if it wasn't for Zheng Houye's own whim and wanted to accept two younger brothers, he might have already eaten and left. This inn, this "long overdue" old bustard and her godson will never meet.

　　 However, this is really a bullshit.

　　 Alchemists and Qi refiners like this rhetoric because it is so flexible that it can be returned no matter how much it is said, so that they can continue to cheat and drink.

　　Perhaps, for this little monk, he might rather die than fall into this sage's den and tarnish his innocence.

　　 Zheng Fan looked at the old bustard. Although the old bustard had previously shouted outside that he had brought a new-harvested godson this time, he was a young child, but the seller's bragging about keeping it out of order.

　　 "Have you picked up?"

　　 Zheng Fan asked.

The old bust swallowed, and the knife was still placed on her neck. Moreover, when the man in front of him became serious and even angry, the momentum made her panicked immediately even if she had been in trouble for a long time. .

　　 To put it bluntly, after the two princes left Dayan, even the emperor had to be polite to him, Zheng Fan, sitting on the dragon chair together to make him enjoyable;

Looking at the whole Dayan, the status is higher than that of Master Zheng Hou. It used to be few, but now, it seems to be really gone. When you don’t need to kneel down anymore, looking back, under you, early He has knelt down a lot in black.

　　 "No...no...new...cleaned up...new..."

　　 Zheng Houye stretched out his hand and pointed at Micro Motion Pang who was standing over there. Micro Motion Pang immediately stepped forward to salute and wait for orders;

　　 "On behalf of Benhou, order the general defending city of this county to lead soldiers immediately and encircle Benhou in the brothel, and no one shall be spared."

　　 "Hey!"

　　 Gao Zhunpang was a little surprised, because the previous posture of Lord Hou didn't look like he wanted to reveal his identity.

　　 The fact is indeed the case. Zheng Fan didn't intend to expose his identity, because it would be very boring, but when Fan appeared, he forced him to do so.

It’s unavoidable for everyone to pass through the Tianduan Mountains from the snowy field to Shengle, and how they were trafficked to the Red Account in Shangchuan County. The context must be clarified, and it will inevitably take a long time to wait until he is transferred from Fengxin City to deal with it. It’s easy to make mistakes, so it’s better to control it now.

Furthermore, Zheng Fan felt that the wicker he inserted today has already been harvested. It’s not that these turtles and grandsons are clamoring and continuing to have sex. Today, it’s impossible for him to see the "wandering dust" of Fan Xiao. Monk.

　　 Immediately, the surprise of everyone in the inn and the moment before he recovered from the title of "Benhou", Zheng Fan left with Fan.

　　 got on the carriage and didn't rush out of the city to go back, but went straight to Shangchuan County.

　　 It is impossible for someone in the family to be trafficked to beat the drums and complain. It is purely to borrow a place, after thinking about it, it is the quietest here.

　　 The government officer at the door saw someone rushing to the county government office, screaming to stop him, but did not directly block Xu Chuang, Xu Chuang shouted;

　　 "Here Pingxi Hou Ye!"

　　 If it is in peacetime, Zheng Houye said that he would not teach him the tone and charm of Wei Gonggong in Ouchi when he shouted "Your Majesty is here";

　　 But now, I'm not in this mood.

　　The county magistrate of Shangchuan County didn't wear the robes, and hurried over. After seeing Zheng Fan, he knelt down and saluted:

　　 "The next official pays homage to Lord Hou Pingxi, Lord Hou is Fukang."

　　 "Do you know Benhou?"

　　 "Yes, Lord Hou, when the army was fighting against Chu last year, the next official was a grain transport officer, and I was fortunate to have seen Lord Hou's true face."

　　 This saves trouble, and there is no need to let the Juggernaut take out Longyuan to play.

　　 "Ben Hou wants to borrow your ya house for a use. From now on, except for Ben Hou's orders, all idlers, etc., are not allowed to come in and disturb."

　　 "Yes, the official understands!"

　　 Behind the county government is the county magistrate’s home, and the magistrate’s family members naturally live in it.

　　 But in an instant, all the family members left in a hurry, and there was no time to pack their things, so they made room for Master Hou Pingxi.

　　 Zheng Fan came in and said to Xu Chuang:

　　 "A few people are required, give him a bath and clean up."

　　 "Hey."

　　 Not long after,

　　 The young monk Fan, who had been "washed up" again, stood in front of Zheng Fan.

　　In this era, people like to apply creams and powders for beauty, but the level of makeup is really not flattering, and the sages are even more serious.

　　 Washed up, the little monk Fan did not have a cassock to wear, but only put on a piece of clothing that should be the county magistrate’s little son, but it really made people look more pleasing to the eye.

　　 At this moment, Micro Motion Pang came back to his life.

　　 "Master Hou, the subordinates of that red account have already taken people under control."

　　 Zheng Fan nodded and waved his hand to indicate that he could go down and stand by.

　　 Gao Zhunpang immediately saluted and retired, and he did not mention the matter that the defensive general of Shangchuan County asked him to introduce him to Hou Ye;

　　 Obviously, Lord Hou is not free now, he cannot use his little "Holy Family" to consume here, and it is estimated that it is far from enough.

　　 "Si Niang."

　　 "The subordinate is here."

　　 "Now there is no one else around, only you. You go to interrogate the old bust and them, and straighten out this line, and best, control all the traffickers you handle.

　　Who is the current general of Shenglecheng?

　　 Forget it, no matter who it is, give him a notice and let him cooperate. I want to know clearly how the little monk entered Shengle City from the snowy field. "

　　 "Subordinates understand."

　　 The rest, don't need to order more, Siniang's ability to do things is beyond doubt.

　　 Si Niang went down,

　　 Zheng Fan said to Xu Chuang: "Let the people in the county office prepare some food to bring in."

　　 "Yes, Lord Hou."

　　 Zheng Fan didn't rush to ask the little monk anymore. It had already been stimulated before. Now, let's wait for his mood to ease down.

　　 Soon, the food was delivered. The little monk looked at the food in front of him, but it was useless, and started to eat.

　　 You can't avoid meat and vegetables,

　　 is missing the sentence:

　　Since Lord Hou used a sword to force him, let's eat it. The Buddha will not blame it.

　　 When the little monk eats,

　　 Zheng Houye sat there, gently kneading his knuckles.

　　Think for a moment,

　　 Zheng Houye motioned to Xu Chuang to call the magistrate who had been waiting outside.

　　 "Ben Hou needs someone to borrow from you and send a few letters to him."

　　 "Master Hou, please give me your instructions, and the next official will do whatever you want."

　　"One, send someone to Yingdu to send a message to the prefect Xu Wenzu, Mr. Xu, saying that Benhou has something to do in Shangchuan County. If Mr. Xu is free, he can go to Shangchuan County for a meeting.

　　Second, send someone to Fengxincheng to pass a letter to Mr. Bei, saying that Benhou has found Monk Fan here.

　　 Three, send someone to Shengle City to pass a letter, so that the current general Shengle will control all the people responsible for the slave trade in his vicinity, and wait for the people of Benhou to interrogate, without error. "

　　 "Yes, the officer obeyed."

　　 Zheng Fan nodded, and the county magistrate immediately went down to follow suit.

　　 And here, the little monk Fan Fan has eaten as well. He pinched Lanhua's fingers, picked up the handkerchief, and began to wipe the corners of his mouth.

　　 Zheng Fan felt that he should have received severe mental stimulation before being trained by the old bust. Now he should be in a state of split personality?

　　 What a pity, the blind man is not here now.

　　 "Have you finished eating?"

　　 "In reply to... Master, eat well."

Zheng Houye squinted his eyes, thinking that it was his previous questioning when he was in the inn, and he was traumatized again. Now, in order to avoid the trauma and torture, he has taken on the role of matriarch made for him by the old bust. .

　　 This is an escape.

　　 Zheng Houye took the red stone from his arms, put it in his hand, and said:

　　 "Son, come out."

　　 The red stone swayed a few times, and then a cloud of black mist appeared.

　　 The magic pill was floating there, with a smile on his mouth.

　　 Magic Maru, it's already two levels worse.

　　 Before the assassination of Zhao Jiulang, Zheng Fan tried to have a heart-to-heart relationship with the magic pill, but he still failed to achieve the effect.

　　 It's not that he doesn't want to, but that he is deliberately choosing to suppress.

　　 Zheng Fan doesn’t know what he is drawing. It’s like most parents don’t understand what they are thinking in their children’s adolescence.

　　 But the magic pill is a magic pill after all, with its attributes as a soul body, it can also try to break the defense of the little monk, so that he can directly face what happened in the snowy field.

　　 Doing this will have very serious side effects, and it may not really get the information you want. At the same time, the little monk will become an idiot with a high probability.

　　 But the blind man is not here. This is the only way he can use now.

　　 The most important thing is that Zheng Fan is really anxious to know what happened on the snowy field.

　　 If it was only attacked by a certain savage tribe in the snowfield, the little monk shouldn't have become like this.

　　His master, even if he is really killed, he should be happy that the master is free, the cause and effect are paid, and the debts of this world have disappeared.

　　 weighed and hesitated,

　　 Zheng Fan still put the red stone back.

　　 Please bear with it, or bear it again;

　　The matter about the Demon King’s prophecy is of great importance, and it is no longer just his own business. The other seven Demon Kings should know about it.

　　 And at this time,

　　 The little monk Fan suddenly said:

　　 "Master, what's your order?"

"What's your name?"

　　 "What the Lord is happy to call others, what they are."

　　 "Okay, just sit there."

　　 "Lord, they didn't take care of you, let you..."

"To shut up."

　　 "Yes, Lord."

　　 The little monk Fan closed his mouth, his eyes began to patrol around, and then he saw the Buddhist beads hanging on the wall on one side of the room.

　　 This is supposed to be used to ward off evil spirits. Nowadays, from the powerful and the people down to the common people, they like to take some so-called magical artifacts that have been opened by the eminent monks and put them in the house.

　　 After Little Monk Fan looked at the string of Buddhist beads, he couldn't move it away.

　　Subconsciously, he is very familiar with this prayer bead.

　　 does not mean that the beads are his or his master's. No matter how coincidental in this world, there is no such coincidence;

　　 is the material of the Buddha beads. He is very familiar with it. It seems translucent, and the material is expensive, but in fact it was fooled and shoddy.

　　 this matter,

　　 When the little monk and his master traveled for alms, they did not use this trick less.

　　 The master said, sincerity is the spirit, whether this bead is true or false, expensive or cheap, why bother?

　　The pit is the master who doesn't need money. This is to eliminate the debts for them, Amitabha.

　　 At this moment, seeing the fake and shoddy objects of his colleagues, Fan's eyes began to gradually become more solemn.

　　 Zheng Houye, who had been watching him sitting across from him, immediately noticed that he didn't dare to continue to stimulate Fan. I was really afraid that the child would be stimulated a few more times, and he would be even more mind-free and develop towards the career of sang Gong;

　　 But it would be great if the child could awaken some memories on his own.

　　 Zheng Fan remembers that the blind man told himself that he still needs medicine for his heart disease. To put it bluntly, the best way is to get out on his own.

　　 "Master..."

　　 The little monk Fan began to whisper.

　　 Zheng Houye half-squinted, waiting, not urging.

　　 The young monk Fan stood up, pointed his finger at the Buddhist beads hanging there, and then looked at Zheng Fan in a daze.

　　道:

　　 "Master, I...I can..."

　　 "Master rewarded you."

　　 "Thank you, Lord."

　　 The little monk Fan took down the string of Buddhist beads, put it in his hand, and rubbed it.

for a long time,

　　 The little monk Fan put this string of Buddhist beads around his neck.

　　 He sat down,

　　 But this time, I was sitting cross-legged;

After 　　 sat down cross-legged, he tried to stretch out his legs again, supporting his body with his right arm, trying to make himself sit more enchanting.

　　 It’s just that, soon he was lost again;

　　 He felt uncomfortable no matter how to sit, no matter how he sat, he felt very unsuitable. Then, he suddenly felt that it was too much torment to sit down, so he stood up again.

After 　　 stood up, he started to stand gracefully with his waist in the way taught by the old bust, and then he wanted to put his hands together;

　　The movements change constantly, and even the expressions are constantly switching between "the solemnity of the law" and the "flattering and graceful".

　　 Zheng Houye remained silent, sitting there, watching the scene in front of him... the scene was finely divided.

　　 soon,

　　 The little monk Fan felt that it was a torment even to stand, and then he sat down again, stood up after sitting down, and sat down after standing up.

　　 "Huh..."

　　 Zheng Houye saw that he was a little tired.

　　 Sitting up, sitting and standing, the little monk was out of breath.

　　 "Lord, come and play... Guan Zizai... Amitabha Buddha... Lord..."

　　得，

　　 Now, not only did I stand and suffer, but even when I started talking, it became extremely suffering.

　　 This situation lasted for half an hour.

at last,

　　 The little monk Fan is tired,

　　 With a "puff", he fell to the ground, his face turned pale, and he was gasping for breath.

　　 Zheng Fan just got up and came to the little monk.

　　 The little monk began to foam at the mouth, and then he began to vomit, and all the food he had eaten before he could digest was vomited out.

　　 Zheng Houye dodged, avoiding the filth.

　　 After the little monk vomited, the blood on his face was almost invisible. Then, he began to curl up his body, holding his arms with his hands, looking cold.

　　 Zheng Houye covered his nose with his cuffs, and slowly walked around to check the situation.

　　 "Master... I'm so cold..."

　　 "Ama, hot water, I'm cold, I'm cold..."

　　 "Please, give me a bite, give me a bite..."

　　 "It's cold... so cold..."

　　 Zheng Houye listened patiently next to him, trying to write down all these words, and there was no news hidden in it.

　　 "Master Hou."

　　 At this time, Xu Chuang reported it outside.

　　 "Master Hou, Master Hou, yes, master..."

　　 The little monk was suddenly stimulated by the title "Hou Ye",

　　 said to himself:

　　 "Master... Tu'er didn't forget what you said... You asked Tuer to go back to Master Hou... to Master Hou..."

　　 Zheng Fan immediately stretched out his hand to signal Xu Chuang who was standing at the door not to speak.

　　 then,

　　 He leaned forward on his own initiative and said to Monk Fan:

　　 "Where is Benhou, what shall I do if I find Benhou?"

　　 The little monk Fan didn’t even look at Zheng Fan. His eyes revealed the color of thinking and memory:

　　 "Practitioner... go back and tell Lord Hou... the Buddha's golden body... he has to donate... Hahahahaha... Now Lord Hou can't fall back on the account... You can't fall back on the account..."

　　 "Benhou is not bad, quick, tell Benhou, what does your master want you to say to Benhou?"

　　 "Teacher, look, look, look, there really is someone under this ice!"

　　 Zheng Fan’s gaze was immediately dignified.

　　 ice layer,

　　 below,

　　 people?

　　 The pair of masters and disciples actually found them.

　　 "Yes, Master Li... it's a person... I've been frozen to death... Master... the savages here... why are they worshipping someone who was frozen to death?"

　　 "Hey, so the savages are stupid, so foolish, hehe, another day our master and apprentice will change some things, we can also become Buddha on this snowy field~lightnovelpub.net~ and be offered to the temple."

　　 "Ah...Master, look, the person under the ice seems to move a bit."

　　 "Asshole thing, dare to scare your master, it's freezing, how can it move!"

　　 "Master, he opened his eyes, he opened his eyes, he is alive, he is alive!"

　　 The little monk Fan's face suddenly turned red. He was exhausted before and immediately jumped up, grabbing Zheng Fan's clothes tightly with both hands, and shouting at Zheng Fan:

　　 "He is alive, he is alive, the people under the ice are alive, alive!!!"

　　 Zheng Fan did not break free, and continued to listen to Fan's presenting a dialogue with his master for a while.

　　 "Disciple, we have to go back quickly, we have to go back quickly, we have to go back and tell Lord Hou that we found the person he was looking for, Niang, who is still a living creature.

　　 "Yeah, master, let's run, ah, the ice is cracked, cracked!"

At last,

　　 The little monk Fan looked at Zheng Fan in horror.

　　 used a very pious voice, as if imitating the worship of some savages:

　　 "The devil... descends... the devil... descends..."

　　

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