Where there are sinkholes, there is Confucius Temple.

The Master generously saved the world and sacrificed his life to bring peace to the world, making the whole world grateful. From the Northern Tang Dynasty to the Southern Jin Dynasty, people from all over the world built temples and shrines for him, offered incense and praised his merits.

The rainy night is approaching, and for travelers in the vast wilderness, the nearby Confucius Temple is the best place to stay.

Led by his sister, Chen Xian quickly rushed to the Confucius Temple. As soon as he stepped through the temple gate, heavy rain fell down, violent and powerful, like thousands of troops.

It was late autumn, the weather was bleak, the freezing rain was mixed with chill, it was about to penetrate into the bone marrow, and it was too much to bear.

"It's so cold!"

Chen Xian rushed into the temple, cursed lowly, and was shivering from the cold.

A few hours ago, he was still enduring the scorching heat of Earth's summer and hated being covered in fat. Unexpectedly, when he woke up, it was already late autumn. He needed fat to keep out the cold, but he was as thin as lightning and no longer there.

Standing in the dark lobby, his mind was clear, he recovered from the joy of time traveling and began to face reality.

On the road just now, he beat around the bush and got some key information out of his sister Chen Yu.

Like him, the host's real name happened to be Chen Xian. He was not surprised by this. After all, having the same name in two lives was a must-have package benefit for time travellers.

"I heard from my sister that my family lives in Tiankeng Town in the south. My family is of modest means and I make a living by running a bookstore. Now that I'm here, I must copy some classic online articles to make a fortune, and I can't embarrass the travel circle!"

He is most afraid of hardship and wants to earn a living. Now that he has neither a backer nor good looks, he can only manage to reach the minimum living standard of a time traveler by using his copywriting skills.

What is the subsistence allowance level?

Eat well, drink well, and play well.

If you can't even do the three most basic good things, then you really don't deserve to travel through time!

Fortunately, although his qualifications are mediocre and he can't build airplanes and rockets, he has all kinds of platinum and countless great masters in his mind, so he is not really useless.

As a college student who failed in eight subjects and five subjects, he stayed in the dormitory all day long, doing nothing. Reading novels was his biggest hobby. If you think about it from another perspective, this was also his greatest strength.

"It is impossible to practice spiritual practice. Isn't it fun to make money by copying books? I am very familiar with all kinds of Internet writing routines. With just a few strokes of pen and ink, I can make 'Don't bully young people who are poor' popular in the world!"

He happily fantasized about his road to sudden wealth.

When he gets the free money, he can indulge in happiness, drink the strongest wine, sleep on the softest bed, and taste the most beautiful abalone!

At this time, the girl Chen Yu walked to the altar table and knelt down to the statue in the shadow, her posture was pious and her reverence was beyond words.

"Your Majesty, the Most Holy Heavenly Master, I beg you, the daughter of the common people, to appear and drive away evil spirits, bless my brother's health, and restore his memory..." She prayed softly.

Dacheng Holy Master is the posthumous title of that Master.

Chen Xian stood behind him, vaguely hearing his sister's prayers, and felt indescribably moved in his heart.

In his previous life, he was an only child and never experienced the affection between his compatriots, which was a pity. In this life, since he has such a sensible and lovely sister who keeps his own safety in mind, what more could he ask for!

He retracted his thoughts and said warmly: "Silly girl, get up quickly! The ground is too cold, be careful of your knees..."

Chen Yu knelt there, indifferent.

Chen Xian shook his head, helpless, and was about to step forward to help him. At this moment, a hoarse voice came unexpectedly, which shocked his heart.

"Why don't you kneel?"

Despite the noise of wind and rain, these words still reached Chen Xian's ears clearly, with a somewhat chilling tone.

Chen Xian followed the sound and saw a dark shadow in the left corner of the lobby, the outline of which was difficult to see clearly. The eyes were as cold as a will-o'-the-wisp, staring at him faintly, which was creepy.

Chen Xian blinked and asked, "Why should I kneel?"

As a successor to socialism, he loves democracy, equality and freedom, and has excellent core values. He does not want to dedicate his first kneeling to such a broken clay statue just after traveling to another world.

Even if there are ghosts and gods in this world, and the master's soul is really still alive, he doesn't believe it. The old man can't even bother to wipe the dust off his own statue, so he still has time to argue with him?

"ignorance!"

The man's tone was neither yin nor yang, and he reprimanded: "If heaven did not give birth to a master, eternity would be like a long night! Without him, this world would have been destroyed by Hades. You all owe him a life!"

Clam?!

Chen Xian almost choked on his saliva.

The pretentious sentence phrase "If heaven does not give birth to a child, eternity will be like a cesspit" has long been played to death in the Internet literary circle. I never expected that in another world, I would still encounter the same old joke.

Who the hell made up this script!

He cleared his throat and said: "What's the use of kneeling? I respect the Master very much, but will kneeling down to this clay statue make him reborn? Or will it make our wishes come true?"

The man was startled, not expecting him to react so quickly.

He continued to reply, the keyboard warrior's fighting spirit burning, "Remembering is about the heart, not the form! Is it worth freezing our knees for a worthless courtesy? We are in this wilderness.

Who are you performing for?"

He had just come to this world and had not experienced the catastrophes of the past, so he did not need to thank the Master. If he had not seen the other party's unpredictability, he would have wanted to directly torture his soul - should I kneel down, do you want to do something stupid?

The mysterious man's eyes froze, and suddenly he laughed strangely, "Kneel or not, it's your choice. In the future, you will understand what you gained tonight and what you lost..."

After that, he closed his eyes.

The temple fell into silence.

"In the future?"

Chen Xian picked his nose and felt a little puzzled, "This man is so talkative, it's inexplicable. Listening to his tone, it seems that he can foresee my future? It's nonsense, don't blame him!"

He put away his thoughts, brought a pile of firewood to light a fire, and laid a straw nest on the other side of the hall. After cleaning up, the brother and sister sat by the fire, each holding cooking cakes, and looked at each other in silence.

The sound of wind, rain, and the crackling of firewood reached my ears, alternating endlessly.

The bonfire of Confucius Temple is swaying.

This night is destined to be long.

I don't know how much time passed, but there was a sudden strong wind outside the temple, and a black figure broke through the door and entered.

The two Xianyu woke up and got up at the same time.

The person who broke into the door was a tall monk with a round belly, looking fierce and fierce. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face was full of flesh. Under the light of the fire, he looked murderous.

"It's so damn cold!"

Under the gaze of the brothers and sisters, he walked to the bonfire in a hurry, as if he were back at home, took off his wet Zen clothes, and lit a fire.

Feeling the chill coming from the other party, Chen Xian shuddered and lost all sleep, "Buddhists say that the appearance comes from the heart. This bald donkey has a vicious spirit. I'm afraid he is not a good bird!"

At this moment, the monk seemed to feel his gaze, and at the same time he moved his gaze over. There was a fierce light in his eyes, beating with the flames.

"Make room for Sajia on the thatched bed!"

"no!"

Before his brother could express his position, Chen Yu refused without thinking, arguing: "That grass nest is our shop..."

"It's easy to talk!"

Chen Xian stood up in a hurry, interrupted her argument, and persuaded her: "Since we woke up, we should give up our position to him. Farewell!"

He picked up his sister and strode outside the temple.

A good man never suffers immediate losses. This monk is by no means a gentle and reasonable master. To argue with him is not to seek abuse.

For the sake of his integrity and dignity, Chen Xian dared to fight to the death and would rather break than bend, but for the sake of a straw nest? Then forget it!

He could no longer care about the heavy rain and fled immediately.
Chapter completed!