Fu Shuo was also a little bit of physiognomy, but when he heard what his father said, he was shocked. Seeing his father's forehead, he was covered with black air, and he actually had the appearance of death and death. He was even more shocked and suspicious. When his father went out in the morning, Fu Shuo had seen his father's face, but this was not the case at all. Now it was only a few hours later, how could such a big change occur?

"Father, did you encounter anything today?" Fu Shi asked.

"I have never encountered anything. I have been kind to my husband and never had any evil with others. How could I encounter anything? It's just that the business was done early today, and my colleagues insisted on taking my father to drink. As a result, I met a master of the prime minister. They all calculated it and made a fortune for my father. As a result, the master of the prime minister said that he would not live for his father tonight, so he would prepare his funeral early!"

Before Fu Mingyu could finish his words, the master of the court said, "As long as you give me ten taels of silver, I can save your life!" How could Fu Mingyu take so much money? Even if he could take it, he would not give it. As a result, the master of the court sneered and left: "Then you prepare for your funeral!"

Fu Mingyu was very panicked. Fu Shuo's thoughts changed sharply and said, "I can't see, maybe it's the nonsense of the master. By the way, father, why don't we just go and live in Putuo Temple tonight? Just in case! Don't tell your mother about this, so as not to worry about her."

Fu Mingyu had long been out of his mind and was easily persuaded by Fu Shuo. The two of them went to find the elders of Putuo Temple, added a few kilograms of sesame oil, and moved into Putuo Temple. They just told Fu's mother that the father and son would go to copy scriptures in the temple at night. Generally, there were special monks in big temples, such as Putuo Temple, which had already fallen into ruins. Generally, they spent some money to ask some people who could write to help copy scriptures.

Speaking of which, although Putuo Temple has been dilapidated, there are naturally many places where people can live in dozens of yards. However, many places have not lived for a long time, and there are dust and spider webs everywhere, which looks extremely dilapidated. The father and son cleaned up for a long time before they could barely live.

Fu Mingyu asked in confusion: "What are Dalang, my father and son living in the monk temple? If the master said what the master said is true, wouldn't I... wouldn't I die at home..." As he said that, he was a little choked.

Fu Shuo shook his head a little. His father's personality in this life was too weak. He advised: "The temple is protected by Buddhism. If there are some little monsters, they should not dare to come to the temple to make trouble!" Although he said that, he was in a state of great excuses. The temple was so dilapidated and the incense was not strong, and he didn't know whether he could protect his father's safety at night.

He brought a sword from home and began to wipe it carefully. Fu Mingyu was shocked: "My son, what are you doing?"

This sword was issued by the government when Fu Shuo passed the exam for scholarship. In this world, ordinary people are not forbidden to bring weapons, and scholars with fame will also issue swords by the government. However, this so-called sword is more of a decoration and does not even open the edge.

He found a grinding stone and slowly opened the sword, saying, "Don't worry, Father, the sword will suppress evil spirits. It's better to hang it on the head of the bed at night!"

Fu said that this was true, and Fu Mingyu could feel that something was wrong even if he was stupid. He said uneasy: "What the hell is going on? Did you hit something evil for your father?"

Sharpening a knife is a technique, especially when it is the first time to start the attack. Fu said that he had been busy for a long time but did not do good at sword ink, but just didn't speak, which was a default.

Fu Mingyu sighed, took the sword over and sharpened it himself. His methods were much better than those like Fu said that he had never sharpened a knife, and he actually opened the sword.

Fu said that he had taken the sword and played with it for a while, and found that although the blade was not sharp, it was even rolled in some places. However, it was much better than the big iron stick at the beginning. He secretly recited the Golden Light Mantra, one of the eight most famous Taoist mantras in the world before: "The Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth is the root of all qi. It is widely cultivated for billions of kalpas to prove my supernatural powers... The golden light appears at a speed, covering the real person. It is as urgent as the law."

Fu said that he didn't know if there is a golden light mantra in this world, but in that world, the golden light mantra is a very important mantra, often used by practitioners to bless and protect their bodies, remove evil spirits, ward off filth, consecrate, improve intelligence, prolong life, transfer luck, pray for blessings, etc.

He had never used the Golden Light Curse in that world. Today he just drove the ducks to the shelves and was treated as a living horse! Maybe it was really a saint of Taoism in this world. Fu Shuo said that a faint golden light suddenly emerged and fell on the sword. The sword emitted a little light of golden light, and then the golden light fell silent, and the sword returned to normal. Everything happened quickly enough, even if someone saw it, he would only think it was dazzled!

The two stopped talking, ate a little, and quietly waited for the arrival of late at night. After all, Fu Mingyu was old and was worried all day long, and his emotions were fluctuating. At this time, he was a little confused and lay on the bed and pretended to sleep. Fu said that he was very energetic and insisted on building foundations every day. Although he had not yet reached the point of being full of energy and not thinking about sleeping, he was much better than ordinary people.

He sat in the skill of meditation and contemplation without rushing, listening to his breathing, and his heart was free from joy and worries. This skill originally existed in the Taoist sect in that world, called Xinzhai, and forgot, but unfortunately it had been lost. Fu said that he borrowed the method of meditation and contemplation in the Buddhist method of meditation and contemplation.

Before I knew it, the moonlight filled the window and everything was silent. Fu Shuo also felt that the homework done today was particularly smooth. During the breath, he felt a white light in his heart, and there was a big momentum of forgetting both things!

At this time, a wind roared outside, and the sound of the wind roared, and the mountain gate suddenly sounded. Fu Shuo woke up suddenly, slowly calmed down, and stood up with his sword. The wind sounded closer and closer, and soon came to the window. Suddenly, there was another door sound, and the wind sounded into the house.

Fu Shuo sneered and finally came. That's good. Let me see what the monsters look like? The sound was close to the bedroom, and even the sound of walking came. Fu Mingyucha woke up at this time, with a look of panic. Fu Shuo quickly pulled his father and shook his head to signal him not to make a sound. At this time, he saw the door of the bedroom move, and a villain about an inch long suddenly squeezed in through the crack of the door with a knife. As soon as he entered the door, he became as tall as a real person.

Fu Mingyu screamed in shock, and even Fu Shuo's heart suddenly jumped. What kind of demon is this? But it was more of a joy. He went around in two worlds and finally saw the demon. Doesn't this mean that there must be gods and magic in this world? He snatched up and slashed at the demon's neck with one sword.
Chapter completed!