My Teacher is Sun Wukong

There are basically no young people in the village. Now it has been reformed and opened for many years, and it is very close to the flower city. Therefore, almost all young and middle-aged people have gone to work in Huadu. There are also some people who are active and have made big money outside. When they are the boss, they have moved their families to the big cities.

Only a few old people with old feelings are left at home, and they can both fall back to the roots and cultivate themselves. In this mountain village, the air is much better than the big city. According to Xiao Xinghua, there are only three or four households in the village.

"Old man, the feng shui of your hometown is very good!" After getting off the bus, Xiao Fei looked at the mountains that towered into the clouds, and said to Xiao Xinghua, the clear sky. The two mountains in front of the village form an imposing manner, as if a pair of big hands are holding the sun and the moon.

"Little monk, you are a monk, also know Feng Shui?" Chen Mengqi asked strangely. In her mind, the main position of the monk is to practice martial arts, and those who know the feng shui are not a unit.

"I don't know any feng shui, I just can see the aura." Xiao Fei said, looking at the feng shui fortune teller, nothing in his eyes. Everyone else wants to know feng shui or fortune tellers, they must learn complex metaphysical knowledge, and he just has to look at it with his eyes.

Those places with good feng shui, in the eyes of Xiao Fei, are full of aura. Feng Shui secrets fortune telling are things that mortals control, very low-level, and not necessarily accurate. The cultivation of immortals is the most advanced, and it will be accurate at a glance.

Therefore, although he did not learn the things that are mixed, his ability is much stronger than those of Feng Shui masters. To be exact, the two are not at all a grade. Feng Shui master is a mortal, but he is a person who cultivates immortals.

"Since you said that the feng shui here is very good, how can my gas transportation problems?" asked the old man.

"Wait until I go to the mountain to see and say." Xiao Fei said. At this time he is also very confused, the feng shui here is really good, and there is no evil thing.

Suddenly turned around and saw that on the top of the field, there was a little boy about four or five years old playing there. Kneeling on the ground, it seems to be playing ants with branches. The little boy wore a red apron and barebed, looking very cute.

Although he played on the field, his body was very clean and there was no dirt.

Xiao Fei’s eyes lit up. He had already found the reason and asked Xiao Xinghua: “The old man, who is this child, do you know?”

"I don't know." Xiao Xinghua said, "I haven't returned to my hometown for decades. Maybe it's a grandson."

In the countryside, this kind of thing is very normal. The young people went out to work, leaving the elderly to look after their grandchildren.

"That kid is so cute!" When I saw this lovely little boy, the three girls suddenly became full of love.

"You see him still wearing pants!" Lin Xiaowu said

"There are small Tintins below..." Chen Mengqi said.

The little boy saw a stranger paying attention to him here and stood up. Curiously looked at the group for a while, then ran away as soon as they smoked.

"He is afraid of us," said the Blue Rain Butterfly.

"Little brother, don't run, come over to your sister to give you sugar to eat?" Lin Xiaowu shouted. However, the little boy did not pay attention to it, but ran to the foot of the mountain and did not enter the village.

"Maybe, he is a child in a neighboring village." Xiao Xinghua said.

"At this time, several villagers asked for an enthusiasm, and they received Xiao Xinghua enthusiastically. The villagers are all old people of sixty or seventy years old, and they are very old. "Hua Shu is good! An old man called. Xiao Xinghua is in his 70s, and his age is similar to them, but he is called his uncle because he is quite high in the village.

"Hua Ge!" And the other few are called big brother.

"You are all good!" Xiao Xinghua said with a smile.

Xiao Xinghua is a big man in the village and a general officer in the city, so he is especially respected in the village. As soon as he returned, every household would receive him warmly. And, he will take turns to ask him to be a guest at home.

"I will look around with them a few times." Seeing the coming of the village, Xiao Fei said to Xiao Xinghua.

"Okay." The old man nodded. Then, Xiao Fei took the three girls and went up the mountain together.

"Uncle Hua, who are they, are you grandchildren?" asked an old man.

"No." Xiao Xinghua said, "I came back this time mainly to the ancestors. The little monk is the mage I invited to practice. The other three girls are descendants of my comrades. They have never been there. In the countryside, I feel that it’s fun, so I’m going to ask them to bring them over to play. I’m not good at rejecting them in the face of old comrades.”

"It turns out that." Hearing the little monk is what Xiao Xinghua invited to do, an old man said with amazement. "The little monk looks like a teenager, will he do things?"

"He is a pro-disciple who is a high-ranking singer. Don't look at his age, the Dharma is very deep." Xiao Xinghua said, did not tell these people the truth.

"Hey, such a small monk, it is profound in Buddhism! I have lived so much old age, or I saw it for the first time." The old man said, "Uncle Hua, you can’t go back home once, this time you can get I stayed at home for a while, you are the big man in our village. Everyone wants to stick your extravagance and want to drink a few more cups with you."

"Good, good, good." Xiao Xinghua said enthusiastically.

He also knows that since he returned to his hometown, it is inevitable that these entertainments will be avoided. Therefore, other things let the little monk do it himself, and he is responsible for socializing. And he also knows that people like Xiao Fei are not in love with the old lady.

......

Xiao Fei took the three girls and walked up the hill. And the direction he was walking was the direction in which the little boy escaped.

"Little monk, since you said that the feng shui here is very good, then there should be no ghosts." On the way, Chen Mengqi asked.

"Of course not." Xiao Fei said, "So the peach swords in your hands, the bronze mirrors are thrown away. You have not seen them, how strange are the villagers looking at your eyes?"

"It’s also true," said Lan Yudie. "We took these things, and when we were no one, we didn't think. When I saw the villagers, I knew that we were in their eyes, a group of people."

After that, the words on the blue rain butterfly's handle were thrown into the grass. Lin Xiaowu and Chen Mengqi also reluctantly threw away the mahogany sword and bronze mirror in their hands.

"Just there is no ghost here, it is really boring." Lin Xiaowu said.

"Then we are so embarrassed, is it not white, can't see anything?" Chen Mengqi also said with disappointment.

"Nothing? That's not necessarily." Xiao Fei said, "There are no ghosts here, but there are things that are more interesting than ghosts."