Fakong was wearing a purple and gold cassock. Sitting in this restaurant, he naturally attracted a lot of attention, but he remained calm.

Lin Feiyang didn't care about other people's eyes and spoke as if no one else was watching.

People around him took a look at Fokong, because Feitian Temple and Kongang Temple were nearby, so it was not surprising to see the monk.

They stopped looking at it and spoke their own words.

"Alas... God has gone too far. It's time for a rain. Otherwise, the water in the well will almost bottom out."

"The well in my house has been intermittent. If it doesn't rain, it will be really bad!"

"It's a pity. No matter how good the Lord is, he can't make it rain. He can only solve our stomach problem."

"Go to Anhe to fetch water. Let it go home and let it boil. You can drink it after boiling it."

"The Shenwei Army is already guarding the place. You are not allowed to fetch water privately. They say it will affect the passage of military ships on the river and the transportation of food."

"God, I really don't want anyone to live!"

Fa Kong suddenly felt something.

He put down his chopsticks, took out a white handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, then took out a wordless Buddhist scripture from his arms.

Opening the first page, the three words are clearer. You can already clearly see that these three words are composed of countless small words.

It's a pity that I can't read these small characters.

"What are you looking at!" Lin Feiyang threw a meat bun into his mouth in one breath, chewed it slowly, and glanced at it.

Fakong ignored him and continued to read the small characters, trying to see clearly what these small characters looked like, and he really saw two small characters clearly.

It's a pity that I don't recognize any of them.

He could feel that these small characters and the three big characters were in the same vein and formed a whole of their own.

Lin Feiyang laughed: "There's nothing there, I thought there were flowers on it!"

What Lin Feiyang saw was an empty space with no words.

Fakong glanced at him and continued to stare at the small characters. He saw two more small characters clearly and did not recognize them.

"Who is the most famous learned man in Shenjing City?"

"Well..." This question stopped Lin Feiyang.

If you ask Lin Feiyang who are the masters in Shenjing City, he knows better. He doesn't care about those literati at all.

"Inquire about it," Fakong said.

Lin Feiyang patted his chest and wrapped it around himself.

After eating, the two of them went down to Guanyun Tower and walked on the bustling Zhuque Avenue, stopping to take a look from time to time.

By this time, most of the morning stalls had been taken away, and the shops on both sides were open. The clerks were working hard to clean and attract customers.

When Fakong returned to the other courtyard, he found that several people were already standing at the gate.

The temples of the eight guards were bulging and their spirits were strong.

The delicate and sweet Mrs. Xu is holding Xu Qingluo, with two little boys at her feet tugging on her clothes, and a handsome young man standing next to her.

Fakong knew the identity of this young man, Xu Enzhi, a doctor in the Ministry of Rites of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Xu Enzhi stepped forward and titheed: "Xu Enzhi, who was born late, has met Master Fakong."

"You're welcome, Mr. Xu, please come in." Fa Kongheshi then saluted Mrs. Xu and smiled at Xu Qingluo and the two little boys.

Lin Feiyang stepped forward and knocked on the door. Yuan Sheng opened the door coldly and invited them in.
Chapter completed!