I thought that Tianxin's storyteller-like narration might be something made up by children who like to brag. Unexpectedly, even Staff Officer Li confirmed these words, which made Meng De have new plans in his mind. He expected a person to collect the information like a needle in a haystack.

Information, it is not as convenient as finding a team with the same goal to join. Moreover, because of my special status, many things are inconvenient to operate. I think back when I was here just now, a small vendor saw that I was a foreigner and quickly used self-study.

I tried to sell my stuff to myself in English, but I couldn't understand a single word. In the end, both parties were forced to speak Chinese to complete the deal.

Seeing that Meng De was still hesitating, Staff Officer Li did not urge him any more, and quickly smoothed things over and said, "You can think about this slowly. Looking at me like this, we probably have to stay here for a while."

Meng De also walked down the stairs, "I will think about this matter carefully. Although we do have the same goal, our motives are different. I'm afraid that we will have to break up again. I don't want to experience it again."

This feeling.”

"Then wait until we leave this place before you make a decision. We need to resolve some of the things at hand first." With that said, Xuan Yi pulled Tian Xin and exchanged glances with Counselor Li before leaving the meditation room.

"You said that if Meng De comes with us, won't all our secrets be disclosed to him in the future? Can the minister have an explanation?" Although Tianxin felt that there was nothing wrong with Meng De, he had a special status after all.

, it is very difficult for them to completely trust this foreigner.

"Do you remember Madeleine?" Xuan Yi turned his head and looked at Tianxin.

Tianxin suddenly realized, "Oh, I understand what you mean."

"You go find Master Puxuan, and I'll go back and see Wen Na. Do you remember what I told you?" Xuan Yi said to Tianxin seriously as he walked at the fork in the road.

"Remember, that's all. I'm not a master. I always forget things when I get older. Speaking of which, we have been together for so long, and we usually scold him behind his back. Now I miss him."

Tianxin walked to the left side of the fork in the road, which leads directly to the front yard of Ganden Monastery.

"Now that the matter here has been settled, let's take some time to go back and see the master!" Xuanyi said to Tianxin's back, and then returned to Wen Na's Zen room, meditating on the futon on the ground, and watching over Wen Na.

As these past scenes about Xuan Yi and the Yuanchu people were displayed in front of Hariya, it also understood a little bit about the existence of the Yuanchu people, and perhaps this would be more conducive to my getting along with them in the future.

"Since the time and space where the people of the early Yuan Dynasty and your parents live has entered the end of the world, wouldn't all the things they are doing now be in vain?" Hariya thought of the broken world I told him about them.

Wouldn't your efforts be in vain...

"Of course it won't be in vain. Everything they did before is now what I want to do. It's just that in this time and space, we can do more things that they haven't done!" I calmed down and remembered what I had just done.

With my lofty ambitions when I came to this time and space, and remembering what I had entrusted to the old monk at Banshan Temple that night, it might be time to push this plan forward.

"Hariya, do you still remember where we just came to this time and space?"

"Of course I remember, we also encountered a lot of troubles? Could it be related to what happened that night when people mentioned this in the early Yuan Dynasty?" Hariya has a good memory, and he still has some impressions of the conversation between the old abbot and me that night.

"That's right, I have seen all the things I have been thinking about in this time and space. Next we have to do something big!"

One day later, I returned to this familiar city again, surrounded by the narrow moat, the prominent peaks on the east side of the city, and the shining golden temple hall halfway up the mountain. In order to avoid causing panic, Hariya and I still chose

He dropped to the ground outside the city, and then walked into the city along the moat.

Life in the suburbs is still full of the atmosphere of the city, which is also the atmosphere I am familiar with. In that world of mine, my daily life is just to spend my days playing games and taking care of my closest sister.

It seems that we are going to the market today. The small road is crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder. On both sides of the road are small stalls set up by small vendors. The more outgoing vendors are selling hard at the top of their voices, while the autistic vendors are

On the other hand, someone walked up to the stall and said, "Would you like to buy some? This one is cheap."

All kinds of things in the world.

Passing through an alley, the sound of hawking was still endless, but when I passed by an old man selling vegetables, I felt something was wrong. When I looked back, I saw two frames of white food in front of him.

It seemed that he had sold a lot of radishes, but he was not happy at all at this time. Instead, he looked around helplessly, clenching the straw sandals under his feet with his toes, holding a banknote in his hand and shaking his head slightly.

Trembling.

This kind of situation is not uncommon in my previous life. Some unscrupulous people use fake banknotes to deceive elderly people and bully them for their bad eyesight. However, an old man like this usually earns money by selling two vegetables.

, I can earn a little money just to make ends meet, but now I have the misfortune of being banned.

"Hariya, here comes the work!" I said, walking up and pretending to be a vegetable buyer, asking how much a pound of radishes cost.

The old man's eyes flashed, and he spoke the price after a long while. I understood that he had adjusted his mood before he dared to speak, otherwise he might not be able to hold back as soon as he spoke.

"Grandpa, can I see this money of yours?" I pretended to pick the carrots, but my eyes were fixed on the brand-new banknote, which can be considered a relatively exquisite counterfeit currency.

"Just now, a middle-aged man came to buy half a box of radishes and gave me this money. But when I just took the money to buy medicine, the girl at the drugstore said it was fake money." The old man burst into tears.

It almost burst out of my eyes, and I felt like I wiped it with my sleeve.

I took the money from the old man's hand and pretended to observe it carefully. In fact, I asked Hariya to sense the smell on the money and then go find the person who did this heinous thing.

"Enter the Yuan Dynasty people, where are the auras of several people above?"

It seemed that the money had passed through the hands of more than one person, so I asked the old man again, "Do you still remember who gave you this money? What does it look like?"

"She was a middle-aged woman. She said she wanted to hold a banquet, so she bought a lot. She wore a blue dress and spoke in a high-pitched voice... I don't remember the rest." The old man tried to recall.

, in the end I only thought of these two sentences.

"I just thought I saw such a person. Just wait here for a while and I'll go find him!" I comforted the old man and asked Hariya to start tracking the scent on the nearby banknote.

The small vendors going to the market today stretch for several streets, and there have been several groups of people buying things. It is quite difficult for Hariya to find someone who has touched this money among so many people.

easy...

After walking a few steps, Hariya led me to stop in front of a fish stall, but the owner was a man, and he smelled of fish.

"Halia, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"It does smell fishy..." Hariya was the first to find the wrong person, and she was a little embarrassed.

"Maybe this woman wanted to deceive this fish seller. She has good eyesight, so she didn't fall for it."

Then Hariya locked another position, and when she got there, she found that there was an old woman with all white hair on the stall. There were many side dishes on the stall, and some of them had not even washed the mud. At this moment, she was holding a small dish in her hand.

There was a pile of change, and I noticed that the one at the bottom was just like the one in the old man’s hand just now, but she hadn’t noticed it yet.

Poor people like them might take such brand-new money and hide it in their small money cabinets until they need money urgently. If the money they have collected for relief is eventually found to be counterfeit, they will

It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, how desperate they must be...

I am determined to save mankind from disasters, not only the natural disasters caused by this invasion, but also the man-made disasters hidden in the ugly human nature. So since I encountered such a thing today, I simply "rooted it out".

Hariya quickly located the next person. This place was already at the edge of the market, and the flow of people was not as crowded as before. In front of him, there was a man in conspicuous clothing sitting on the side of the road, shouting and selling.

"It's her who came from the early Yuan Dynasty!" Hariya confirmed the person's aura, coupled with the previous description of the grandfather, and the big radish placed on her stall, and said with absolute certainty.

"I didn't expect this person to really know how to do business..." Even though I had awakened my consciousness to this point, I never thought that there was another way to do business. I would use counterfeit currency to "purchase" goods in the market, and then find a place to sell them myself.

This is simply a hugely profitable method.

I walked up and pretended to ask about the price, and this middle-aged woman answered me enthusiastically in a thin voice. If I didn't know her background, maybe I would still regard her as a warm and honest businessman.

"I saw an old man selling radishes today. The varieties he sells are the same as yours, and his ones are cheaper than yours. And your coriander, there is a shop in front of you that sells it cheaper than yours." I said.

She looked up at him, eyes fixed on hers.

"These are all home-made, they are almost the same. This is the market price." The middle-aged woman looked away from me, not looking directly into my eyes.

How can a person with evil intentions calmly answer such a question?!

"Do you know an old man who sells this kind of radish? He wears straw sandals and carries two baskets on a pole. There is also an old woman with white hair. She sells the same things as you, green onions, coriander and the like?"
Chapter completed!