The old man's habits had not changed back then, and his black clothes made him look even more eye-catching.

Looking at the angle of square length, you can find a wooden crutch leaning against the door.

But the old man was walking steadily and his crutch was covered with dust, which showed that he did not need this thing for the time being.

Fang Chang just watched quietly, watching the old man surnamed Fan walk into the yard, practice two sets of fists with short-term fighting, watching the old man sigh at the sunset, and smoke coming out of the kitchen in the yard...

He jumped back to the ground until the sky got darker.

Throw up the clouds of Zhongshan pine nuts, Fang Chang caught them with his mouth, and walked slowly while chewing them carefully, heading towards another direction in Lulin Town.

After a brief consideration, he was not going to ask the old man surnamed Fan in person, because he could not bear to disturb his life when he saw the other person's old appearance.

Moreover, if you ask directly, you may not necessarily get the answer, nor will you necessarily get the truth.

People working outside the town began to return home one after another.

The aroma of supper was floating everywhere, and the mothers began to shout loudly at the gate of the yard, who forgot to return home. Their voices were loud and high, spreading all over the town, reminding the taste of fried pork on bamboo boards and trembling in their hearts.

Several small shops in the town were close. Fang Chang found a miscellaneous shop and went in and asked:

"Shop, do you have rice paper?"

The shop owner put down his bowl and walked out, bowed slightly and said, "The guests were joking. There were not many scholars in the town, and they couldn't afford expensive rice paper - the shop only had rough paper for sale."

"Broken paper is also available, please give me two knifes."

"Okay! Guest wait."

The owner of the shop took the cloth and wiped his hands, opened the curtains on the shelf to pick up the goods.

The rough paper is made of bamboo pulp, which is cheap, delicate and light.

For paper, according to the rules, seventy pieces are one knife, and two pieces are one hundred and forty pieces. If you save more frugality, you can use it for a long time.

I took the store and handed over a large stack of paper. I didn’t count the square length and held it in my hand.

He thanked the owner of the shop and came to the edge of the town.

There is a land temple here.

When the original body came to this town to search, he knew the location of the temple. The original body also blew incense sticks in front of the temple, praying for the smooth search for his parents.

Of course, it has no effect: the public authority of land never includes the item of "responsive to all requests", and this kind of thing is obviously beyond the capacity of the land.

When he walked to the temple, Fang Chang clasped half a magic trick as usual. He was already familiar with visiting local gods during this period.

A moment later, Lulin Town Land appeared in front of the door and bowed: "I don't know that the Supreme Immortal is coming, the little god is missing. I hope to forgive my sins. What are the instructions for the Supreme Immortal?"

The reaction of the Land Lord was no different from those who had met before.

It even made Fang Chang feel a little boring.

It seemed that when he came into contact with someone who could use this kind of destiny to be a powerful person with a high level of cultivation, they all had a very low posture. When he saw Fang Chang's demeanor again, he even confirmed his preconceived view.

But he didn't know that Fang Chang was just a magical way of practicing, and his magic was used as he wanted, so his cultivation was not very advanced.

Fang Chang used this to shock all kinds of monsters and gods. Without fighting, he wandered around the world and handled several things properly.

Of course, we cannot blame these gods everywhere. After all, Fang Chang's situation is very rare, and in this era, lack of information and narrow knowledge are common.

Moreover, the way of dealing with the world must of course be adapted to the general situation. From a probability point of view, this way can you live a stable life and last long.

Fang Chang returned the favor to Lulin Town Land and said, "I took the liberty to visit, but I asked the Tudi Gong for help if I had something to do. I hope I will tell you the whole story."

This move made the Landlord feel a little calmer, and the other party sent an invitation: "I hope the immortal will enter the mansion and give a speech."

The two of them entered together, sat down according to the host and chatted for a few words.

The surname of Land is Lin.

This is the big surname of Lulin Town.

Similarly, although the name of Lulin Town seems to be poetic at the source, it is not the case. It has this name, but there are only a large number of people with the surname Lulin here, and it is not that there were "deer-producing forests" here in ancient times.

"The Supreme Immortal is too polite, too polite..."

After taking the two pieces of paper, the Landlord couldn't put it down, his face was filled with joy, and he was not even willing to refuse.

Those who can hold positions such as mountain god, land and city god must be able to read, or literacy is also the basic conditions for these positions, so they must have a need for paper, stationery, etc.

Moreover, since it is popular with ordinary people, for the two types of land and mountain gods, paper that can belong to you and you can use for your own private purposes is a luxury.

"It's good if the Land Lord likes it."

Seeing the other party showing this look, Fang Chang knew that he had chosen the right gift. If he had those digital gold fingers in the novel, he might have seen a series of green "favorite degree 1" appearing on the land.

Lin Tudi kept his mind and put the two blades of rough paper aside. The other party said, "Thank you, Fang Shangxian's gift. This is indeed of great use to the little god... But I don't know what the immortal wants to do, what exactly?"

Fang Chang smiled and said:

"I am investigating a past incident recently. It happened nearly twenty years ago. I just found a familiar person in the town today."

"But just need to know the past and think about it. Only by letting the Land Lord take me into his dream can you have the chance to learn everything that happened in that year without being affected by memory decline and personal emotions."

Regarding Fang Chang's request, Tudigong smiled and said, "This is easy. I wonder when the Supreme Immortal will do it?"

“It will be fine tonight.”

"Then the immortal waits for a while, and when the night is late, we will go together."

The art of dreaming is where gods are stronger than practitioners. This is a matter within the jurisdiction of the local gods, and it is as natural as instinct when used.

In addition, these city gods and lands are not physical bodies, so they must be more subtle and mysterious when operating.

Of course, gods like the City God and the Land are by no means ghosts. They must be carefully studied. They are a wonderful state between the physical body and the soul under the rules of heaven and earth.

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Lying on his couch, Fan Zhou slept deeply.

Since Jinban washed his hands, he returned to his home with all his savings, cleaned up the long-fallen house, hired some fellow workers to spend the rest of his life here.

He was very tired after wandering for most of his life.

Once you enter the world, you can't help it.

Over the years, he has done good things and bad things. He has many friends and enemies on the road. He has seen nobleness, despicableness, laughter, and no lack of grief.

When he looked back, Fan Zhou found that he had gained nothing.

He has a poor reputation, no children, and is alone, and has not saved much money. Those things in the world seem to waste time.
Chapter completed!