The summer is hot and windless.

There is no cloud in the sky and no wind blowing. It is hot. The heat from the ground rises. The scenery in the distance is distorted and blurred. Men hide in the shade of trees and wave cattail fans without working. People are disturbed by the noise of cicadas. I wonder which child fell down and sat on the ground.

Crying.

A certain dandy boy bought a melon because it was too hot, cut it open and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Bah...it's actually a hot melon! The traitor wants to be beaten, right?"

He cursed and threw away the melon rind, and had no intention of hitting anyone. It was too hot. Standing on the street was like standing in a brick kiln baking. The dude was sweating profusely and didn't want to move at all. Hitting people was even hotter.

The skin of the melon fell to the ground and spun around a few times before stopping next to a pair of feet.

Looking up, he saw an old monk wearing a brocade robe and a long beard. He had no irritated expression at all, and he was walking slowly forward with a smile and kind eyes, not afraid of the scorching sun. Passers-by came forward to see him and gave him fruits and tea.

The street was hot and quiet, and the stone bricks were hot to the feet. Except for the occasional yellow dog and civet cat that ran by, there was only the old monk.

Walk to the door of a certain house, close your eyes and feel it carefully, nod your head, and knock on the door.

Crunch~

The wooden door opened, but no one was seen. When he lowered his head, he saw a little girl opening the door.

"Little donor, your adults are at home."

The girl looked at the old monk and turned around and ran back. The old monk stood at the door and neither walked in nor walked in. He smiled and shook his head as he watched the girl run back into the house.

This family was not considered rich but had some assets. The old monk nodded.

Soon, the man of the family ran out to welcome him warmly, opened the door and invited the old monk to come in and enjoy the cool air.

"Master, please come in and take a rest~ It's too hot~"

"Thank you, donor."

After entering the hospital, under the cool shade of the trees, the male host fished out the water melon from the well in the corner, cut it neatly, put it on a bamboo woven fruit plate and handed it to the old monk to quench his thirst and relieve the heat. His attitude was respectful, no different from ordinary ordinary people in this era, facing all kinds of things.

Like the gods, Buddhas and immortals, they instinctively chose to surrender, hoping to have their own place in the legendary beautiful world.

Scanning the house, I saw decorations hung on the door that local families only hang after giving birth.

Nod your head, you're probably right.

"May I ask the donor's last name."

"I don't dare to take it seriously. My surname is Xu. I am from Qiantang. I do some small business to make a living. Every year I go to Jinshan Courtyard with my wife to offer incense."

The man surnamed Xu felt that the old monk was like an old immortal who answered every question he asked. Although it is not appropriate to use the word "old immortal" to describe Western religion, ordinary people don't know that much. They only go to Jinshan Monastery on weekdays.

Being able to say hello to some young disciples is not like sitting with the old gods in the hospital today.

Things went more smoothly than expected.

"Congratulations to Donor Xu on the birth of Qilin's son. Can I let me see the young master?"

"It's OK~ It's absolutely OK~"

"Madam...! Take your son out quickly and see the old god~"

The man surnamed Xu didn't care how the old monk knew that he had given birth to a son. Maybe it was because he was watching the decorations on the door, or maybe the old god could pinch and count. He didn't care that being able to pinch and count actually had little to do with Western religion. Common people didn't care about it.

Those are not interested.

The woman came out of the house with the baby in her arms and greeted the guests warmly.

The old monk carefully took the baby and looked at it carefully like an ordinary old man. He smiled and nodded. The baby, with its long white beard and itchy beard, was kicking around. He asked the couple when the baby was born, and silently calculated and confirmed that it was correct.

After some teasing, the child was returned to the woman.

"Almsgiver Xu, has your son been given a name?"

The male host was overjoyed when he mentioned this. These days, it costs a lot of money to find a husband to name the child, and he also has to give away pork and eggs. It cost a lot to name the eldest daughter. Seeing that the old monk wanted to help name the child, not only did he not have to spend any money

It was the old god who gave me his name, which is a good thing that you can't find in a lantern.

"I haven't taken it yet, but I asked the old gods to give me a name. I am very grateful~"

The old monk closed his eyes and smoothed his long beard with his hands and pondered for a while, and suddenly he had an idea in his mind.

"Looking at the young master's clear eyebrows, beautiful forehead, and spiritual light in his eyes, it means that he is a deity who has come to earth to reincarnate and has a predestined relationship with our religion. He will become a deity and return to the heavenly palace in the future."

"How about naming it Xu Xian with a Chinese character?"

When the man surnamed Xu heard about the aura in Chaotian's eyes and the gods descending to earth, his expression suddenly changed slightly. He thought he had met a charlatan. Blind Dong Dong on the street corner saw people and said they were gods descended to earth and reincarnated. Everyone in the street was a god. , I am even more speechless because of my predestined relationship with Western religion. Is it possible for my son to go up to the mountain and enjoy the green lanterns to accompany him as he grows old?

There is only one son in the family, waiting to continue the family line.

But once I thought about it, I realized that the name was really good, so I dismissed the previous words as nice and festive words.

"Xu Xian...a good name, thank you Master for giving me the name."

The host stood up and bowed. This is a great favor. Since you have been given a name, you have to thank me. There are not many ordinary people who can name people. At least you don't have to call them "Ada, Lao, Er, Lao, San, Si". Having a name is a matter of grandeur. It proves that you The family has assets and can afford the money.

"With a little effort, I hope the donor will be polite."

"Madam~ quickly take out the good tea I have collected. Our son has a name, Xu Xian, written in Chinese~"

As if hearing the name Xu Xian, the little baby who was sleeping in his swaddling clothes suddenly cried loudly. No matter how much his sister coaxed him, he couldn't coax him. It seemed that he had foreseen something bad...

Under the shade of a tree in the courtyard, the old monk took out a piece of exquisite jade pendant and gave it to the man named Xu. The high quality of the jade revealed that it was expensive.

"Master...can't do it..."

"Your Majesty was born with an immortal bone and is destined to be with our religion. Don't worry, he will have a good marriage in the future. However, if the aura of the immortal bone is unstable in the beginning, evil spirits may spy on it. This jade pendant can ensure your safety, so please accept it."

"This... is really an old god, I am so grateful~"

After saying this, the man surnamed Xu knelt down and kowtowed in thanks, bestowed his name and presented him with heavy gifts. This kind of kindness was like reincarnation.

Before he could kneel down, he was lifted up by a gentle force.

"Donor Xu is welcome."

Strange to say, the woman immediately stopped crying after putting the jade pendant on the baby. The couple admired the magic of the fairy treasures and wished they could see their son ascend to the fairy world and become a god. However, they also wanted to get married as soon as possible and live happily, just like their neighbors. The old man at home makes fun of his grandson.

The matter was done, and the old monk did not stay too long before going out to say goodbye.

The couple surnamed Xu went out to send tea all the way as a thank you gift. The neighbors and neighbors were envious when they saw the master coming out of Xu's house. It is a good thing to have a master come to their door these days. They wanted to help ward off evil spirits and spread some purified water. , maybe you can make a fortune after getting rid of the bad odor.

In the house, the girl saw her parents sending the old man off, climbing onto the bed, and placing her chin on her hands to watch her infant brother sleeping.

"Brother, sister won't talk to that old man, it's uncomfortable~"

The baby pursed his lips and continued to sleep.

"Don't worry, sister will take good care of brother. If the old man comes again, I will hit him with a rolling pin~"
Chapter completed!