Duan Shaojun also felt very ashamed, how could his standard and neat rescue actions look so dirty and obscene in the mouth of this little girl?

"Xiao Lian, are you sure he is the monk of this monastery?" After a long while, the fire phoenix in the room suppressed his anger and asked not very calmly.

"Yes, miss, that scoundrel is wearing a robe, and he doesn't have any hair on his head......"

My day! What does it mean that there is no hair on the head? Can this be called hair, is this obviously called hair? Duan Shaojun's eyes were black and he touched the short hair on his head, and he was so angry that he almost wanted to run into the house and slap the ass of the girl called Xiao Pian?

At this moment, a bald head reflecting the sunlight in the sky appeared in front of Duan Shaojun's eyes, and the light was so strong that it almost blinded Duan Shaojun's eyes.

Squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, and then he realized that the three long beards and the crying old face like a hanged ghost under the bald head were not dreaming of the old thief bald or who was it?

The old guy pulled the corners of his mouth at Duan Shaojun very secretly, and with such a smile, the hairs on Duan Shaojun's neck stood on end.

However, the old guy didn't squeak, just hooked his finger at Duan Shaojun, and then twisted his ass and walked to the side.

Although he really wanted to kick this old thief's bald ass, but when he thought of this guy's means of easily cleaning up even the apprentice of his own martial arts university, Duan Shaojun still raised his steps very wisely, and left with the abbot of Mengfu like a thief.

Came to the quiet room of the abbot of the dream, the old guy stroked the three strands of long beard under his chin, and looked Duan Shaojun up and down with the thief's bright eyes.

After a long time, the abbot of the dream opened his mouth slowly. "Duan Gongzi, aren't you going to explain?"

"What's there to explain? If I say that I am misunderstood because I save people, I will definitely not be the first, nor will I be the last. Duan Shaojun took a sip of tea, and his face was a little gloomy.

In the previous life, it was not that there were no good people, but the fate of many well-wishers was embarrassing. I remember one of the most classic sayings, that is, a judge, in a very strange tone, said to a good man who helped up an injured old man: It was not the person you hit, why did you help it?

It's just this sentence, I don't know how many ordinary people in the world who want to be good and ready to be good people hurt the hearts of ordinary people in the world. That's why the heroes in American blockbusters are all masked guys, and I have to say, maybe they were stimulated by the judge's language.

The abbot of the dream couldn't help but lose his mind a little when he looked at Duan Shaojun's somewhat gloomy expression, as well as the faint edge, not being understood, but still going his own way.

The abbot of the dream pondered for a long time, and then slowly spoke: "The old man believes that you are not the kind of person who falls into the well. It's just that your means of saving people are a little too peculiar. As a result, such a misunderstanding was created. ”

"A drowning person is filled with water in his abdomen, lungs, mouth and nose. If I only rescued the person ashore and did not give her special treatment, do you think she would have survived? Duan Shaojun said angrily.

Cardiopulmonary resuscitation, artificial respiration and other first aid methods are very common in the 21st century, but in ancient times, let alone seeing, I am afraid that I have never even heard of it. It's not an incomprehensible thing that I was misunderstood by that little bastard.

The abbot nodded thoughtfully: "People who are drowning in a coma, even if they are rescued from the shore, it is difficult to survive nine times out of ten, there are many rivers in Lanting County, and there are not fifty people who drown every year, but twenty or thirty people." Lao Wei has also treated some of them, but there are really eight or nine of them...... I don't want to, Childe can actually have such a wonderful method to live people's lives. ”

"Actually, it's not a difficult method, but in the eyes of some people who have never been in contact with it, it just feels strange." Duan Shaojun said lightly.

"Also, even the old man is unheard of about this cardiopulmonary resuscitation, and that breathing." The Dream Abbot narrowed his eyes and looked at Duan Shaojun with deep meaning, the methods he used had never even been heard of by the Dream Mind Abbot, who had studied medicine for more than 20 years. But looking at its appearance, it seems to be a natural thing.

"You don't believe it?" Duan Shaojun squinted the corners of his eyes and glanced at this old guy with a ghostly expression. "If the abbot doesn't believe it, even if he falls into a coma, when the time comes, see if he can save you, and you will know how powerful these methods are."

“…… Don't you have that time to fall into the water to play? The abbot glared at Duan Shaojun with a black line on his face. Stroking the long beard under his chin, he shook the oily head. "I don't think you should be able to lie, but the question is, can Miss Simon believe you?" There was a clear hint of schadenfreude and inaction in his tone.

"Believe it or not, anyway, I don't rely on her Simon's house to eat and sleep." Duan Shaojun raised his eyebrows and smiled. The girl who was rescued by herself just shouted and killed in Naen with her revenge.

His behavior is no different from those professional porcelain touchers who were helped up and caught their benefactors and asked for money.

It's really hard to be a good person, the next time a grandmother falls on the side of the road, can she help herself? Duan Shaojun gritted his teeth in silence, next time he had to cover his face even if he wanted to be a good person.

"That's what I said, but you don't have to forget, what's the surname of the county guard?" Mengfu stroked his long beard, and looked at Duan Shaojun with a bright smile.

"Could it be that the surname is Simon? Do you mean that the little woman who shouted and shouted to kill just now was his daughter? Duan Shaojun suddenly felt a little trembling.

The county guard, that's the number one in this county. It is one level higher than the county order, equivalent to the level of a high-ranking governor in later generations, with the indiscriminate temperament of a person who is an official, his in-laws may really be cleaned up by the other party for the crime of molesting women.

What does an official look like, Duan Shaojun knows very well, when he ran business in his previous life. But I have seen a lot of this kind of person who is insatiable, and the ugly face of the person in front of him and behind the other.

"Yes, it is Ximen Chuchu, the pearl of the palm that is guarded by Ximen County as a treasure." The old abbot was still laughing, but the schadenfreude between his eyebrows and eyes made Duan Shaojun really want to beat up this old man.

"What, do you regret saving people?" The abbot took a sip of the fragrant tea on the cup, and looked at the young man in front of him with interest, who had only known each other for less than five days.

"There is no regret in the world about the sale of medicine, if you save it, you will save it, no matter how much he guards Ximen County, doesn't he still understand the reason?" Duan Shaojun let out a long sigh and leaned back on the couch.

"This Ximen County Guard is a martial artist, if he is brave and good at fighting, and understands things, it is not his strong point. You can't even be counted as a small citizen, you don't have a household registration, you don't have a road guide, and you don't even have a guarantor. If he gets annoyed, he can put you to death for any crime, aren't you afraid? The old monk said with a smile.

"If you're afraid, can you not die?" Duan Shaojun smiled generally. "Old guy, look at your appearance and don't be in a hurry, it seems that there must be a way."

"The old man has not received your favor, so why should he help you?" The old monk rolled his eyelids and said as if the old god was there.

"You, you old man, my cigarettes, my lighter, my clothes, my watch and mobile phone, all of them have been stripped away by you, and you have hidden them like a thief, and you are embarrassed to say that you have not received my favor?"

Duan Shaojun was furious, his eyes widened and he wanted to pick up the teacup on the table and throw it over, but before his hand could reach it, the teacup had already fallen into the hands of this old monk who was as agile as a magician.

"Stinky boy, if you walk into the town in such a strange costume, it will be strange if you don't get taken to the prison of the government in less than half an hour." The old monk smiled darkly, put the teacup on the desk farthest from Duan Shaojun, and retorted eloquently. "Thanks to the kindness of the old man who saved your life and took some of your possessions, isn't it what you said...... Yes, equal exchange. ”

Duan Shaojun's eyes rolled reverently, and he sneered: "Old fellow, don't forget, that little bastard said that the monk was rude to her Miss Ximen. Outside this Lanting City, there is this temple. And you are the presiding officer of the temple, and most of the monks in the temple are your disciples and grandchildren, except for a few monks who have placed orders. Tut-tut, I can't say, I don't know how much the incense in this temple will be less in the future......"

The old monk, who was still squatting on the side, was like suddenly suffering from a serious illness, and his old face was wrinkled and blackened.

"Maybe tomorrow the whole Lanting City will start to spread the story of the abbot of the Hidden Dragon Temple...... "Duan Shaojun didn't finish speaking, he heard an angry snort, the old guy's figure flickered, and he suddenly disappeared outside the door, it seemed that he was rushing to find Miss Ximen to explain.

Watching the extremely angry old monk rush out, Duan Shaojun couldn't help but feel a little more proud on his face, picked up the tea on the table and poured a big sip, old guy, I want to fight with my brother, you are still tender, hmm...... You're a little too old.

Touching his empty stomach, he hurriedly walked towards the cafeteria. When I came to the cafeteria of the temple, I only saw a mess, the two cauldrons and the steamer were empty, as if they had just been robbed by bandits.

The day, which was less than half an hour late, the rice in a large steamer and the dishes in two large iron pots were actually wiped out.

The chef with a sweaty face couldn't help but laugh when he saw Duan Shaojun standing in front of the pot in the cafeteria. "Duan Gongzi, why did you come here?"

"I said, Master, you don't have any inventory?" Duan Shaojun said in frustration.

"You don't want to think about it, the temple is full of a group of young men, except for two classes in the morning and evening, they usually practice martial arts and fighting, and when there is no food left, how can there be any inventory. If you're hungry, drink some cold water and wait for dinner. The chef waved his hand and began to clean up the pots and pans in the cafeteria.

Duan Shaojun rubbed his empty belly, with a bag of tears in his mouth, he sighed with emotion, after crossing, didn't they all say that after crossing, they would either be rich and handsome, or white and beautiful? As for himself, he crossed over to the monk's temple and squatted in the soup every day without even a piece of meat, and he starved at three ends and two ends, is there any reason for this. Could it be that he can really only drink cold water and wait for the night to come?

After only thinking about about a third of the time, Duan Shaojun's eyes rolled reverently, and when he saw that the chef was still busy, he went out lightly, and then slipped into the back kitchen.

glanced at the cabbage and tofu that were still raw, and by the way, there wasn't even an old cigarette knife (the local name for smoked meat). But also, a vote of monks, if you hang an old cigarette knife here, wouldn't it be tempting to commit a crime?

After thinking about it, Duan Shaojun quickly got the flint and the fire sickle, then pulled half a piece of oiled paper, took some salt, and spices such as star anise cloves, and then went to the rice jar and took out a handful of rice and made a small bowl. After thinking about it, he ran to the firewood room in the backyard to get an ax and a straw rope about ten meters long, and then slipped out from the back of the temple.

But he was sure that no one was following him, Duan Shaojun carried his axe and walked towards the dense forest not far away. Grandma's, these days are either tofu or cabbage or pumpkin or winter melon, and Duan's mouth, who has always been meatless and unhappy, has long faded out of the bird.

If you don't take this opportunity today to get two fat grouses to satisfy your hunger, wouldn't you be too sorry for your belly, which is so empty that you can only hear the sound of gastric juice.

After coming to the small lake next to the dense forest, Duan Shaojun picked up the axe and began to make traps. The ability to catch sparrows when I was a child has finally come in handy now.

In a short period of effort, a basket made of willow twigs had already taken shape, and in order to ensure sufficient weight, Duan Shaojun even made a sandwich at the bottom of the basket and stuffed a few pebbles into it.

Carrying this basket, I came to the place where I often saw grouse's haunts a few days ago, and then I installed the trap and sprinkled rice on both the outside and inside of the trap.

After that, Duan Shaojun squatted behind the bushes ten meters away from the trap, holding the other end of the straw rope in his hand, and began to wait patiently.

A few minutes later, a fat grouse got into the basket in a daze, Duan Shaojun pulled it hard, and this grouse, which was afraid that it had to be more than four catties, became a turtle in the urn.

The obsessive grouse was already in hand, and Duan Shaojun, who was humming a little song, squatted on the edge of the pond and began to open his stomach, wipe the seasoning, and bake it on the fire. The swiftness of hands and feet is like a thief who steals chickens all year round.

I have to say that the loss is in ancient times, and this is the territory of the temple, and the monks can't eat meat, so in the mountains and forests in this area, not to mention the grouse, there are also a lot of hares. Of course, further inside, there are also bears and wild boars, and Duan Shaojun met a lot in the mountains and forests a few days ago. However, it is also thanks to his senior traveler that he did not buy a fake certificate online, but walked out on his own feet. So every time I can turn danger into a disaster, I finally get out of the mountains and forests alive, and as a result, I naturally met the old thief who was more fierce than thieves and beasts.

On one side of the broken thoughts, on the other side roasted fat grouse, drops of grease dripped on the fire, raising a small flame, exuding a smell of oil and pine wood.

Turning the grouse carefully so that it doesn't burn but still makes it crispy and shiny is definitely a technical job.

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