Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

"Dong dong dong dong~~"

"Shendu Station, here we are..."

A beautiful radio prompt sounded.

Qin Ye followed the crowd and got off the high-speed train.

In his mind, the First Emperor couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect that the transportation is so convenient now. In half an hour, I can complete the journey that used to take three to five days..."

Although Li Bai had expected it, he was still a little shocked when he actually stepped on the land of Shendu, and he just kept drinking a small drink.

Some people have never completed the journey in their lifetime, but now, it only takes a few hours to complete it...

It was like this a thousand years ago, what will it be like a thousand years from now...

Thinking of this, Qin Ye felt a little moved and walked out of the high-speed rail station with heavy steps.

"Hey, handsome guy, where are we going?"

An older man stepped forward and took Qin Ye's shoulder. Behind him was a somewhat dilapidated three-wheeler.

And all around, there were countless people dressed in the same clothes, working hard to attract customers, and their strong dialects filled the atmosphere of the market.

Qin Ye wanted to refuse, but when he saw the man's earnest eyes, he softened his heart and agreed.

In the car, Qin Ye said kindly, "Uncle, I'm going to visit the court in the capital city of God."

When he heard the name, the uncle's expression changed, and he said with some excitement, "Oh, that's incredible, that's a great place, my nephew's uncle's cousin's daughter's cousin... lives there. "

After learning that Qin Ye was an outsider, the uncle began to enthusiastically tell Qin Ye about Shendu.

Attractions, history, culture... big and small, and even which restaurants are affordable...

Qin Ye and the others were also listening patiently, laughing from time to time, which was not boring at all.

Stop and wait, enjoy the gentle breeze, it’s a different kind of experience...

Tens of minutes later.

Arrive at the station and get off.

The civilian price is more than 20 yuan, and the information obtained during one trip is comparable to that of the old lady's intelligence bureau at the entrance of the village.

Overall, not a loss.

After bidding farewell to the uncle, he came to the gate of the community, glanced at the decorations outside the community, and Qin Ye nodded secretly.

Hmm...it fits the character of a fat man...

"Sir, are you a resident here?"

At this time, the previous security guard stepped forward and asked politely, with his trademark smile, not deliberately belittling Qin Ye because he came by three-wheeler.

"Old Qin, here..."

Just when the security guard was about to ask again, Cheng Yong appeared at the door in his own sightseeing car, with a smiling Yun Qiu sitting next to him, looking completely out of place.

As everyone knows.

The weirder the shape, the more expensive it is.

Seeing many cars parked around that didn't look like cars, even Qin Ye, who didn't know much about cars, could tell that these cars were worth a hundred million dollars.

Looking at Cheng Yong with a silly smile, Qin Ye couldn't help but wonder if this guy was too low-key.

"Brother Qin, look at what I'm doing. Do you miss me?" Cheng Yong winked and said coquettishly.

If Concubine Yang looked back with a charming smile, then Cheng Yong's charming look was enough to rival thousands of troops.

"Are you sick?"

Qin Ye cursed loudly, feeling his stomach churning and wanting to vomit out the overnight meal.

However, it was disgusting, so Qin Ye still told him about the 'Tianxing Project'.

Cheng Yong immediately became happy and laughed, "Hahahaha, I didn't expect that my genius identity was discovered by them after I had hidden it for so long..."

"Hehehe."

Ignoring Cheng Yong's narcissism, Qin Ye turned his head and looked at the Qingshui Lake aside. Only Yunqiu squinted and smiled faintly.

In the villa.

Cheng Dafu picked up a bottle of unknown red wine and blew on the bottle, not to mention whether it tasted good or not, just that it was expensive.

"Is this Qin Ye?" Cheng Dafu's cheeks were slightly red, and he already looked a little drunk.

"Well, hello, Uncle Cheng," Qin Ye replied with a smile.

"Okay, okay..."

After Cheng Dafulian said a few times to get over it, he tilted his head and fell asleep directly, followed by the sound of snoring that resounded throughout the hall.

"Harm, Lao Cheng is so embarrassed."

Cheng Yong smiled and complained without any complaints. His father had not slept well for many days. When he thought of this, Cheng Yong could not help but feel a fire in his heart. It was all that damn hairless person.

Although Cheng Yong has a playful smile all day long and looks like he doesn't care about anything, once his bottom line is touched, it will be hard to say anything...

"What's wrong, fat man?" Qin Ye was slightly startled and asked.

At this moment, Yun Qiu suddenly opened his eyes, "I found it..."

at the same time.

There are only a few people in the deep forest, and the cries of bluebirds echo endlessly.

A temple made of ancient bricks, with misty green smoke.

More than a dozen villagers in simple clothes, holding incense, knelt down and worshiped devoutly before a Buddha statue in the temple, murmuring words, closing their eyes and bowing their heads.

Looking through the window, in the room, there is a monk with his hands clasped, sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, wearing plain clothes and white quilt, looking like an enlightened monk.

The crowd dispersed, and Huang Mao ran to the monk's house with his briefcase in hand and a wild look on his face.

"Master is really a god," Huang Mao praised as soon as he came in, his eyes full of admiration.

The corners of the monk's mouth raised slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, "This poor monk is weak in moral conduct and cannot be called a god. Please be careful with your words, Mr. Huang."

Huang Mao slapped his head and quickly agreed, "Yes, yes, be careful what you say, be careful what you say."

The monk looked slightly angry, but he quickly covered it up and said, "Donor Huang, what is the meaning of this arrival?"

Huang Mao suddenly became interested and approached the monk, "Master, the Buddha statue you gave me is really spiritual. I think..."

Huang Mao had just finished speaking when the monk interrupted him, "Donor Huang, it was the Buddha who was willing to help you because he saw that you are destined. It was not a gift from a poor monk."

"Oh, yes, yes, it's fate, it's fate."

Huang Mao immediately corrected himself and then asked, "Master, is there any Buddha who is destined to me? That person also has a son. I think..."

"Donor Huang, the poor monk can only convey words to the Buddha. Whether you are destined or not is not decided by the poor monk, but by the Buddha and you." The monk looked at Huang Mao and said with a smile.

The atmosphere fell into silence, and nothing was said.

Huang Mao's mind was spinning rapidly, and he immediately realized what he was doing and quickly put the briefcase in his hand on the bed, "This is my tribute to the Buddha, and I ask the master to help me deliver it to the Buddha."

"That's fine," the monk pretended to be hesitant. He immediately clasped his hands together and closed his eyes, as if thinking about something, while Huang Mao was smiling silly at the side.

After a long time, the monk opened his eyes and slowly said, "Buddha said, it is destined..."

Then he pulled out a wooden box from under the bed, took out a Buddha statue and handed it to Huang Mao.

"Thank you, master, thank you, master," Huang Mao said excitedly after taking the Buddha statue.

"Donor Huang, it is the Buddha you should thank, not the poor monk."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Buddha, thank you, Buddha." Huang Mao held the Buddha statue in his arms and bowed with both hands.

The monk smiled slightly and slowly said:

"Amitabha……"