"What's wrong?"

Xu Da said: "Master Qi, it's raining heavily outside now. When we go out rashly, it will inevitably attract the suspicion of the monks in the temple. Wouldn't it be a warning to the snake?"

He asked Qin Tao again: "Have you ever told the monks about the dry bones?"

Qin Tao said: "I thought they were ghosts, so of course I didn't say it."

Xu Dadao: "Master Qi, we have to control the monks in the temple first, and then look for the dry bones. Anyway, the dry bones cannot run away without long legs. If we startle the snakes, the monks will escape in the heavy rain, and it will be difficult to find them at that time, right?"

Wang Qilin and Xie Hama looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

It was a misunderstanding that the four people lived in the same room.

The four big men were embarrassed after all. Wang Qilin looked at Xu Da and signaled him to find a topic to break the silence. Xu Da asked, "Scholar, you said you have read thousands of books, then you have read them all, right?"

"Most of it." Qin Tao said embarrassedly.

General Xu put his arm on his shoulder and asked, "Then have you brought a few books with you? Do you have any of them in the books you brought, such as "The Great Joy of Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang", "The Cave of Immortals", and "The History of the Jade Concubine". Have a few books for the uncle to see."

Wang Qilin fell on the wooden bed.

Mr. Xu's waist has been tempered for a long time. I wonder what I can be refined by putting it into the furnace of creation? Maybe he can refine a magic whip?

Xie Hama walked to him and laughed softly, "Master Qi, this scholar is interesting."

Wang Qilin asked, "What's the point?"

Xie Haoma said, "He has a lot of talent, and his talent soars into the sky like a pagoda. Among what I have seen and heard in recent days, it is second only to one person."

Wang Qilin suddenly became curious: "I have heard people say that some scholars are talented, and this talent can be seen in spirit. Is this true?"

Xie Haoma said, "It's true, but what turns into inspiration is not talent, but talent. The two are not the same thing. I ask you, in ancient times, Cangjie created characters, ghosts and gods cry, do you know this? Then do you know why they cried?"

Wang Qilin shook his head.

Xie Hama said: "Because the 'character' is transformed by the blood of all saints, it has thousands of wonderful uses and all kinds of magic. Taoist talismans and Buddhist scriptures all contain great power from the characters. The Confucianism says, "The pen falls and shocks the wind and rain, and the poems make ghosts and gods cry." This is also the great power of the characters."

"But you don't know how to read a few words or read a few books, and you will have talent in a person. It's not that you will have talent after taking the exam, and it's not that the higher the fame, the higher the talent. Talent needs to be integrated into the text, and you need to have a broad mind to gradually condense."

"So, since ancient times, the talent of the saints of literature has been around forever, and their talents are as brilliant as brocade. The light can illuminate the sky and the sky, and compete with the stars and moons to shine. Some scholars have a talent that is several feet long, like a pagoda carrying a pagoda. Some are a little talented, like a fluorescent lamp, which can only be seen."

"This kind of talent is like our internal strength, the cultivation of demons and monsters. It is formed after birth. It can be cultivated and improved, or consumed, and can be extracted."

"So why do you like to pester scholars when you are demons? Do you really think you are looking at the stinky skin of scholars? If you just want to look good, demons and monsters can transform at will. They can turn into handsome men and beautiful women and get along with each other. If they are not good, they can go find a duck. Why bother scholars? In fact, what they are planning is the talent of scholars!"

Wang Qilin nodded to show his understanding, and he asked again: "Then do you think this scholar's talent is like carrying a pagoda? Isn't he a sour scholar?"

Xie Hama nodded and said, "That's right, so he dared to come in even if he knew that he had encountered a ghost temple. With his talent, ordinary ghosts could only hide when they saw it, so how dare they be arrogant?"

This is what happened.

Wang Qilin just now thought it was strange. Ordinary people saw dry bones appearing behind the temple or thought that they had encountered a ghost temple. Shouldn’t they be frightened and fled in a hurry? But Qin Tao took the initiative to come to the door, which is not right.

The heavy rain was still raking, and he had nothing to do and had to continue asking Xie Hama, "You just said that his talent is second only to one person, who is he second only to?"

When he mentioned this question, he was worried.

Although he did not read much about the books of sages, he had read many books and recognized many words on the earth in his dreams.

So, will you betray his secret?

What if his talent rushed into the sky like a rocket?

But he thought too much, Xie Hata said, "Li Changge!"

Wang Qilin suddenly realized, he glanced at Xu Da and said, "How is Mr. Xu's talent?"

"The light is not big, but the color is pure, without any variegated colors, pure yellow!"

Xu Da was flipping through a book, with relish and concentration.

The rain was not only heavy, but also long, and it did not stop from morning to noon.

The novice monk who received them in the morning walked over with a bamboo basket, knocked on the door and said with a smile: "Amitabha, you donors must be hungry, please have a meal quickly. In our small rural temple, there is nothing to entertain you, so you can only invite you to have a vegetarian meal."

Xu Da was anxious to take away the bamboo basket and opened it. There were two layers inside. The upper layer was a large pot of boiled vegetables in water, and the lower part was a large plate of corn cakes.

Seeing this, he was disappointed: "Let the uncle eat this?"

The shaman frowned and said, "The donor must know that the world is difficult, and some food is good, let alone coarse grains and vegetables are the most nourishing..."

"Coarse grains and vegetables are the most nourishing, so why did you eat meat?" Xu Da suddenly looked up and asked him.

The novice monk was stunned: "What did you say?"

Xu Dayi grabbed his chest and pulled him in, kicked him to the door and smiled grin: "The little guy is still pretending to be stupid? If the old man's nose is not good, tell you, the old man has a dog's nose, and I have already smelled the aroma of meat in your mouth! Tell me, where is the meat?!"

While saying that, he took out a knife from his arms. The little shaman wanted to shout, and his other hand immediately covered the shaman's mouth.

"Speak quickly! Where is the meat?!" Xu Da asked sternly.

The shaman stared at her eyes widened and whimpered, Xu Da smiled grimly: "Oh, I've encountered a hard bone today? Then I'll cut two fingers for you first, and then see if you say it or not!"

Qin Tao was stunned. The style of painting changed too quickly, so he didn't react.

After he realized it, he quickly stepped forward and persuaded: "Brother, if you have something to say, why should you show your knife? A gentleman doesn't want to do anything, let alone let go of his hand if you want him to say. You cover his mouth, what do you want him to say?"

The novice monk tried hard to nod: "Yeah oh woo!"

Qin Tao looked at Wang Qilin again: "Young Master Lu family, please take care of your groom, why did he kill someone for a bite of meat?"

Wang Qilin walked up with a smile and said, "It's wrong to kill someone for a bite of meat. In this way, Master, we don't ask about meat anymore. Can we communicate well? My brother let go of his hands, but don't shout, otherwise I will have to cut off your tongue."

The novice nodded hard.

Xu Da let go of his hand, and the shaman asked in panic: "What do you want to ask?"

Wang Qilin asked: "First, how many people are there in the temple? Second, who is the oldest person besides the host?"

The novice monk asked subconsciously: "What are you asking about these?"
Chapter completed!