So What If You’ve Been Reborn?

Chapter 63: Look at the lights

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Dongfeng night blooms thousands of trees.

In the east side of the west city, all kinds of lanterns are hung on the corners and eaves, far and near.

The thin strips are used as bones, covered with silk gauze or tissue paper, and painted with flowers, birds, fish, insects, and landscape figures.

Some use their brains on the shape of lanterns, and some even put their ideas on candles, covering a hollow metal basket. The candlelight reflects changeable silhouettes on the silk paper. The concept is very clever. There are pictures of ladies reflecting grape stands, and The moonlight on the lotus pond reflects the silhouette of the beautiful person, which is vivid and snatch the heavenly craftsmanship.

In the prosperous times, the Lantern Festival is a place of competition every year.

The streets are rubbing shoulders, waving sleeves like clouds.

On the eighth night of the first lunar month, it is not the most lively time. On the fifteenth day, there will be a Jiaofang dance on the high platform of the West City. Thousands of houses are lit up, and the scenery is beautiful all night. On the road, Shixun's children came to appreciate the lanterns, being greeted by family members.

"There are so many people in the capital?"

Chen He was surprised. Although the inn where he stayed temporarily was lively, it was far from crowded.

Under the lights, the streets were full of people, and they could only put a circle of magic around their bodies. The gap was very small, and it was difficult to find out if you didn't look carefully, just so that the surrounding people would not really touch them.

- But in doing so, the clothes cannot be preserved!

Chen Hegang's black-colored soft satin robe soon wrinkled. He looked at himself with heartache, and then saw Shi Feng changed his red shirt for the first time. This doom was not avoided.

Could it be that after looking at the lamp once, senior brother is even worried that the clothes for practicing magic treasures will be squeezed

Chen He turned back frequently, and Shi Feng asked, "You don't look at the lights, what do you see me doing?"

"Senior brother, this dress is very beautiful." Chen He blinked, "It looks better than lanterns."

"...Look at your lights!"

"Oh."

Chen He turned his head and glanced at him stealthily again, thinking in his heart, it turns out that senior brother looks just as good in other colors. The pale cyan, which was completely different from the crimson, did not look as black as lacquer like the red clothes, but it made the complexion whiter.

Chen He touched his face and his expression darkened.

When he was promoted to the Golden Core Stage, his condition was not very good. Now he is not only thin, but also a little dark! No wonder my brother hates it!

Chen He looked at the lamp absent-mindedly, Beiren was a big man, and compared to his height, he was a bit unattractive. Except for the high-pitched lights, the vendors on both sides of the street were completely invisible.

The other thing is okay, the aroma of selling food floats into the crowd in bursts, which is really a temptation.

Chen He touched the storage bag subconsciously, his face even more frustrated.

Body, nothing, points, text!

Shi Feng was at the back, watching his younger brother's face change, he thought it was very interesting. He changed the red shirt, indeed because the street was too crowded, but not because he was afraid that the clothes would be damaged, but because the defensive power of the magic weapon would accidentally hurt passers-by.

This bamboo blue clothes is half old and not new.

If it were not placed in the mustard seed magic weapon, it would have turned yellow long ago, which is probably the case for mortal silk clothes.

Shi Feng lifted his sleeves and looked at the corners of his robe, and he didn't realize that he was a little ecstatic - this was the one he bought when he left Daxue Mountain and traveled to Guanzhong. That year he was also in the Jindan period. . As a result, the parents avoided seeing him at first, and then brought a ten-year-old boy, saying that it was his cousin, and insisted that Shi Feng take him away, and asked the immortals together.

The child was very clever and clever in front of people, but he was extremely vicious behind his back.

At a very young age, he was stubborn, and smeared moss and oil stains on the well ropes and steps, almost causing a woman who was cleaning the courtyard to fall into the well and die.

With such a temperament, even if there is blood kinship, Shi Feng would not agree.

Some people, smart since childhood, use it in evil ways.

Where is Chen He-

"Brother!"

Chen He's calling made Shi Feng wake up.

"Senior brother, what is that?" Chen He was referring to a large copper pot that required two people to lift.

Chen He saw from a distance that there were not only walnuts, dried fruit, but also a thick noodle-like soup in the bowl, which made him feel very novel, who had only drank pure tea and little water.

"It's camellia oil, it's good to fill your stomach, are you hungry?" Shi Feng lowered his head deliberately.

Chen He looks shy, what are the monks hungry for

"I'm not hungry, that's why I want to gain weight." Shi Feng said slowly, "However, I'm afraid that even if you drink seven bowls a day, it won't help you. It's better to enter the Nascent Soul Stage as soon as possible."

After he finished speaking, he still looked pale, but in reality he stretched out his hand narrowly and compared it to Chen He's head - the younger brother was shorter than most of the men on the street! It's not surprising that he looks like a teenager.

Chen He blushed.

Taking a deep breath and adjusting his breath, he managed to reduce the heat on his cheeks. Chen He angrily turned his head to look at the revolving lantern.

This is the place for guessing lantern riddles. There are more than a dozen stalls, and people stop by.

It doesn't matter whether you guess right or not, you are looking at those delicate lanterns. Every time you guess the riddles, you have to pay ten coins, which is not cheap. One penny can buy a big steamed bun. Most of the people who gathered here were people with some financial resources, and there were also Shixun's children. Surrounded by family members, it was even more difficult for the crowd to move forward.

Chen He just took a look at these exquisite palace lanterns to satisfy his curiosity.

He soon found a stall in the corner selling ordinary lotus lanterns. The business was good, but the people who came to buy it were too weird. Wearing strong suits, with weapons wrapped in coarse cloth behind them, they don't look like ordinary people at all.

Chen He stopped and watched for a while, and found that there were monks who came to buy lamps.

The cultivator should be smarter. After all, he used a blinding method, just like Shi Feng and Chen He. It was really eye-catching that he didn't wear cotton clothes and fur robes in the winter.

"That's the business of Dabaoguo Temple." Seeing Chen He staring at the stall in a daze, Shi Feng explained briefly.

"The monk still sells lamps?"

"No, this is the entrance fee for offering offerings. Only those who carry lanterns can enter the ring."

Ring! Chen He's eyes lit up.

Just look at the lanterns. He doesn't like extravagant things much. Those juggling and performing arts on the street are even more boring. Of course, the arena is more attractive!

"Brother, can we go take a look?"

"also may."

Shi Feng nodded and led his younger brother to the stall selling lanterns.

From a close distance, Chen He could clearly see that the man wearing a bamboo hat and standing up the collar of his thick robe was actually a cultivator in the period of nourishing Qi.

Chen He thought that there was still some kind of threshold, but in the end he found out that he only needed money, and he didn't even look at the person who bought the lantern.

"Let let!"

A strong force came from the side, Chen He frowned without a trace, and looked up to see a stout man with a face like the bottom of a pot, wearing a single jacket in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, with his arms open.

The big man didn't move Chen He, but after being stunned, he showed a look of awe: "It turns out that Your Excellency is a master of the family, so I'm disrespectful."

"… "

Chen He's tricks made him look like an ordinary middle-aged man. Before he could speak, he heard the big man muttering, "Why is he so short, like a woman."

Chen He's face darkened.

Shi Feng hurriedly pulled his junior brother away.

Walking into the street, the lights changed, reflecting Chen He's displeased face.

"Why are you so careful, it's not like you." Shi Feng's heart moved, but he was not willing to let go of Chen He's hand.

"Not careful."

Chen He said sullenly, it's not because his senior brother thinks he is short too!

"With my senior brother, I don't have to hold back my temper, and I don't have to think too much." Chen He said solemnly.

This is the truth. Forty years of endless killings are like strings that are constantly tightened. If there is a slight error, there will be an extra scar on the body. After the beast retreated, he had to learn archery and practice.

How can there be such a slack time, when you want to be angry, you are angry, and you are happy when you see your heart.

"Besides, what do I care about with a mortal like him..."

Chen He's voice stopped abruptly, and he looked back at the crowd. Sure enough, he saw the iron tower-like man carrying a lotus lantern and walking towards this side with a very ridiculous appearance - the Dabaoguo Temple was heading in this direction.

"Dabaoguo Temple invites worship, why do they sell lamps to mortals?" Chen He was puzzled.

"Will monks be defeated by mortals?"

"Of course not."

Shi Feng said casually, "Then, it doesn't matter who you sell it to, and you can hide it from people's eyes and ears."

Chen He suddenly realized that the Buddhist monks in Dabaoguo Temple, in the eyes of the emperor, are monks who understand thaumaturgy and can recite sutras, and in the eyes of ordinary people, they are martial arts masters. A cultivator who can play spells like martial arts.

In this way, no matter if you lie to the emperor or conflict with the Baishan Academy or the magic cultivator, it will all come in handy!

As for Jianghu people who don't know the truth, they come to the ring seriously, just to contribute to the entrance fee, and incidentally, they can add new legends to "Wulin", and integrate into the world without a trace.

Who would feel that they are inferior

Even if you lose, you won't think that the opponent is a cultivator!

Chen He couldn't help but glanced at the big man with sympathetic eyes, and sighed as he walked, "Those monks will make money!"

"The Dabaoguo Temple can stand in the capital, of course, it is not the kind of people who practice Buddhism hard. As long as there are incense in the temples in the world, there is no shortage of money." After Shi Feng finished speaking, his eyes suddenly fixed on Chen He's storage bag, and immediately Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He watched Chen He silently struggling with no money all the way, and his smile grew stronger.

Dabaoguo Temple was built in the capital, and the raised eaves and yellow walls look very solemn. The premise is that the temple sells dried melon seeds and dried fruits, and the stalls selling incense, candles and ingots are ignored.

One by one, the tall arenas are just hundreds of steps along the temple walls.

It was crowded with people watching the fun, and there were lotus lanterns around the arena. You came and went on it, and the fists and feet were added together. The fight was very lively, and there were many cheers. Because there were too many people, the children were riding on the necks of their parents, on both sides. The restaurant faces the window and is crowded with people.

Chen He suddenly stopped and asked earnestly, "Senior brother, how is your monthly life for the worship of Dabaoguo Temple? Is there a lot of money?"

"Not as high as Baishan Academy."

A voice came from above.

Chen He looked up and found an old man in black squatting on the tree, holding raisins in his hand, and said while eating, "Fellow Daoist Shi Feng, I thought you didn't come to watch the fun anymore."

Before I could finish a sentence, I saw a thin and yellow-faced woman with a jingchai cloth skirt squeezed out from the crowd in front and slipped under the tree. Just as she was about to hold up a beautifully embroidered money bag, she saw Shi Feng Chen He, who was instantly stiff. .

"… "

"… "

The woman put the money bag into her cuff, and calmly said to Venerable Huanjian on the tree, "Master, if you have something to do, let's talk. I'll buy you walnut melon seeds and a bowl of camellia tea."