I am not born, I am old, I am old, I am old, I am old, I am young.

Ah Zhe has become the same age as Shao Baitou, and his appearance is not very good-looking, but standing with Shao Baitou like a peach blossom is very pleasing to the eye. From now on, their identities are no longer ordinary, and seeing that Li Qingming's restaurant has a strong foundation, they took the initiative to stay and cooperate with Li Qingliu as waiters.

In fact, before this, only Li Qingliu looked like a real waiter in the restaurant, although he often wore a white sweater, and the black cat on the sweater occasionally blinked secretly, but at least it was much better than Mr. Apple Tree, who likes to stretch out branches to help him wherever he goes......

Now the waiters at the restaurant have increased to three, and it finally has a look.

"Won't I have no work to do?" said Mr. Appletree, with many branches popping up from his body, slapping at each other, and weeping on his face.

Seeing the Tibetan mastiff coming back from outside, Zhang Beibei happily helped him smooth his hair, and said with a smile: "You will take this dog out to catch rabbits in the future, anyway, you are a tree, and you must be very familiar with the wild......"

"I don't want to!" Mr. Appletree turned his face away to show that he was not happy, and he looked at the innocent and stupid dog face of the Tibetan mastiff, and suddenly felt that his apple tree life was not very good. But even if he didn't feel good, it was useless, because Li Qingming was not feeling well and was resting in the bedroom.

In his sleep, Li Qingming unconsciously recalled the voice he heard from Mr. Judge, and he always felt that that the sigh contained too many things in it, so that he couldn't understand it. Frowning tightly, Li Qingming muttered, "Who are you...... Who are you...... "Why does he have an inexplicable sense of familiarity, why does he think that the judge should know him, or know Zhang Beibei.

Such a mystery just rolled in his heart, Li Qingming felt that his chest was stuffy, and he curled up uncomfortably, like a little shrimp.

After basking in the sun on the courtyard, Zhang Beibei happily ran to the bedroom, lying next to Li Qingming and staring at his face, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, he couldn't help but lean over and kiss it, and then laughed silly. Seeing Li Qingming frowning, Zhang Beibei immediately stretched out his hand to smooth it out, and then whispered: "Boss, are you having a nightmare?" Don't worry, I've always been by your side, do you have any monsters in your dreams? I'm the least afraid of monsters, I can knock over three ...... with one punch."

The unskilled nagging sounded like a fool, but it seemed to enter Li Qingming's body like a natural sound, making him struggle out of the dream, his brows slowly stretched, and he unconsciously wrapped himself in the quilt and finally fell into a deep sleep.

The little sun is the best healing weapon, Li Qingming fell asleep, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Beibei's magnified handsome face, he was stunned for a moment, and then reached out and poked the cheek of the place. Zhang Beibei is that kind of hard style, the elasticity of the skin on his face is particularly good, it is very smooth to the touch, but it is not soft, Li Qingming leaned over and kissed his lips, hooked the corners of his lips and smiled, and his eyebrows and eyes were extremely relaxed.

Get out of bed and sit on the futon to meditate, adjusting his body as fast as possible, Li Qingming opened his eyes and saw that Zhang Beibei was still sleeping, so he shook his head and went out. At this time, it was already dark, and some of the monsters who came early were already sitting in their seats waiting for food, and Ying Long was busy flying around in the kitchen, and the drought was barbecuing, and Ah Ghost also woke up, squatting in the corner to help skewer vegetables.

A new night at the restaurant started again, Li Qingming turned around, instructed Ying Long on the skills of stir-frying, and then went to the counter to wait, ready to collect the money.

Jingle bells, jingle bells, and wind chimes become a pleasant soundtrack in restaurants. Suddenly, the wind chimes paused, then rang sharply before returning to their original rhythm. Li Qingming looked up at the door and saw a monk with a bare head and wearing a monk's robe, with his hands folded, his eyes slightly closed, his head down, and words in his mouth. His dress is very standard, the monk's robe is light blue, the monk looks handsome, the eyebrows and eyes are extremely straight, especially the lips, which are a little thin and a little dark, which is really good-looking.

The monsters who were eating glanced at the monk, then at Li Qingming, and continued to eat. If they met a monk outside, they would definitely think about whether they should run or fight, but this is a restaurant, and this kind of thing is not their turn.

"Aoyagi, help pour a glass of water. Li Qingming stood up and walked to the monk's side, greeting Li Qingliu.

When he walked in, he found that this monk was quite tall, but he should be quite thin, he raised his eyes and glanced at Li Qingming, and then took a step back as if he was frightened, and continued to mumble words in his mouth, it should be a Buddhist scripture.

"You take a step back and leave the restaurant. Li Qingming continued to move forward and said lightly, "I believe you have seen that this restaurant is different from other places, then I will tell you that it is fate that you can come in, if you quit this time, I am afraid it will be difficult to enter again." ”

Suddenly stopped his feet, his body shook before he stood firmly, and the monk finally spoke, his voice was very good, a little clear, "Donor, I'm sorry." I just saw that this restaurant was different from other places, so I came in and had a look. Accidentally seeing Li Qingming's face again, the monk suddenly closed his eyes and wanted to turn around and leave the restaurant, but his feet seemed to be stuck to the ground, and he was not under his command at all.

Knowing that this person should have seen his face, Li Qingming curled the corners of his lips and smiled, "I see that you have something on your mind, come in and talk." "This kind of monster is not a group, and even with the heavenly master and Taoist priest, what he cultivates is mental power, he is a monk who becomes a Buddha on the ground, and being able to enter the restaurant is really what Li Qingming said, it is fate, and it is also the result of fate, it is destined that he will enter the restaurant and see Li Qingming's face.

After hesitating for a while, the monk still didn't leave, he followed behind Li Qingming, not squinting. In the restaurant, although the aura on the monsters has been restrained, it is still amazing, the monk is not very old, and his Taoism is not high, he feels chest tightness and shortness of breath, but he does not dare to look left and right, and he is even more unbearable Li Qingming's face, he only dares to stare at the table. After a while, a glass of soda was placed in front of him.

"How about tasting it. Li Qingming said gently.

Maybe he was bewitched by the voice, or maybe he was too nervous and needed to relax, so the monk took a sip of soda. Bubbling in his mouth, it felt particularly magical, the monk's eyes widened unconsciously, and then he carefully took another sip, feeling this magical soda. The body relaxed unconsciously, and the monk nodded gratefully at Li Qingming, and he was no longer panicked when he saw his face.

The magical soda, the monk felt that the invisible pressure was gone, just when he was about to speak, suddenly a person rushed out of the background, mixed with a special rush of spiritual power, and the pressure was quite high, and the guy looked at him hostilely.

"Boss, who is he!" Zhang Beibei had just woken up, and there was still a small handful of dumb hair on his head, his eyes widened, and he looked at the monk angrily. Two hundred and five regardless of three seven twenty-one, I made a bowl of vinegar by myself first, anyway, I must kiss it later, so I decided so happily.

Glancing blankly at Zhang Beibei, who suddenly appeared, the monk hurriedly lowered his head and silently recited the Buddhist scriptures. When he bowed his head slightly and recited the Buddhist scriptures, his lips were especially beautiful, like two petals, which really didn't look like a man's lips. Li Qingming couldn't help but look at it twice, and then a magnified handsome face appeared in front of him, and he also looked aggrieved, as if two big words were written, "I am wronged." ”

"He's a guest. Li Qingming lightly poked Zhang Beibei's forehead, leaned over and kissed it, and said, "Okay." ”

Immediately grinning and showing a bright smile, Zhang Beibei touched the stupid hair on his head, and stood behind Li Qingming with satisfaction, still looking at the monk with wide eyes.

Finally, he did a good job of psychological construction for himself, and then the monk spoke: "Please ask the donor to help the poor monk solve his doubts......"

He told a story, the cliché kind. The temple is on the hill, and there are steps leading to the bottom of the mountain, and every day there will be a little monk with a broom to clean, and he is one of them. There are villages at the foot of the mountain, most of them are poor peasants who live on the land, there is a young man who always likes to chop firewood or catch game in the nearby mountains, with a strong body and dark skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, he is extremely handsome, he is especially good to the little monk, often will give a piece of cake, a few wild fruits or something, and will talk to him for a while.

It is said that in the pure place of Buddhism, disciples should devote themselves to the Buddha, but the body comes from the red world, and the heart is also filled with red dust.

The little monk's mind grew very quickly, and when he realized that he was different from the others, he panicked. The boy is also growing up day by day, he is like a small tree, jumping every day, coming to the mountain more often, always grabbing the little monk to say a few more words. The young man knew that the young man was the same as the little monk, but he was even more frightened.

In the eyes of the young man, the little monk looks better than the painting, and that is to be looked up to in the bottom of his heart, how can he be, how can he ......

Realizing that his heart could no longer devote himself to the Buddha, the little monk told his master, and then came to the world to find his own opportunity. Going around in the world, the monk was very smooth every time because of his good looks, until he came to the restaurant and saw Li Qingming.

While speaking, the monk accidentally saw Zhang Beibei's face, he knew some physiognomy techniques, his head suddenly buzzed at a glance, his body froze uncontrollably, he wanted to speak but found that he couldn't control his body. This man's face is even more peculiar than that of the restaurant owner, which is, that does not exist in the world......

Li Qingliu brought a glass of boiled water to Li Qingming, the latter thanked him softly, and then turned his head and continued to stare at the monk, this person has a peach blossom face, he is in the red dust, and his heart is also there, he has nothing to do with the world, and he must not escape into the empty door, but this person has excellent qualifications, the Lingtai is clear, and the understanding is extremely high, if he can concentrate on studying Buddhism, he will become a generation of masters in the future. If such a contradictory fate appears in the same person, it is destined that he will not go well in this life, and he will definitely have a bad fate.

Looking at the monk's simple appearance, obviously very confused, Li Qingming sighed and said, "I'll look at your hands." ”

"Good. The monk hurriedly stretched out his hand. His hands are delicate and free of calluses, which shows that his life is not difficult.

"Marriage line ......" Li Qingming frowned more and more as he looked at it, and he sighed and said, "Your palmistry tells me that your spouse ...... Died young......"

"Impossible!" the monk stood up excitedly, realizing that his movements were a bit excessive, so he quickly sat down, "I'm sorry. I went to see him when I left the temple, and he said he would wait for me...... I don't believe he's going to ......"

"Maybe it's because you went to see him. Li Qingming beckoned to the counter, and the night candle flew over with the latest mobile phone. Turning on his mobile phone and looking at the time, Li Qingming said lightly, "Tell me the address of the temple, I will book a ticket and rush over as soon as possible." ”

"Good. The monk obediently cooperated.

The restaurant has long installed a cellular network, which can receive signals outside, and does not require a password to log in. 166 Reading Network