Chapter 8 Don't waste it, I'm sorry God

Originally, Xu Yi didn't want to speak, and was going to hold back to the Gongming Palace.

When I got to the Immortal Cliff, I couldn't hold it back. The whole mountain road is densely packed with people, shoulders, burdens, donkeys, and carts, which are a bit endless.

All of them seemed to be delivering food, like opening the door to welcome the soldiers, and like supporting the front line. However, the first impression in Xu Yi's mind was: "Master, is this a public grain?" ”

Indeed, it is too similar to paying public food to my own family when I was a child, or it is the same thing at all.

"Grain? No, it's rent. ”

Paying rent? I went, and Xu Yi instantly understood, this was the tenant of the Gongming Palace paying rent.

Autumn is a harvest season, especially for the Gongmei Palace.

Rich man, who said that the landlord's family has no surplus grain? Just these few pokes and silverfish in the Gongming Palace are enough to eat for more than ten years.

"It's all ······ It's all for our temple? ”

Xu Yi has been here for a long time, more than a month, and he has never lost his temper, but at this time he lost his temper. As a farmer's son, he knows the importance of food too well, not to mention the Sheng Dynasty where he may go hungry at any time.

"No, and the bald ones."

"Oh, bald donkeys too!"

Ling Fengzi seemed to particularly agree with Xu Yi's bald donkey's title, his eyes narrowed, and he smiled.

So much food, let the monk divide it, it is still the majority, not to mention Ling Fengzi, even Xu Yi is not happy in his heart.

Well, it's all ball-like, silverfish!

If I really enter the Gongming Palace, can I also be a silverfish that eats and waits for death?

I've always had this desire in my life······

Actually, it seems to be good, except that you can't flirt with girls······ No, Xu Yi looked at his own robe, then at Ling Fengzi, and thought about the decoration of the meditation room.

Forget it, it's all a bunch of guys who don't dare to enjoy the money······ Yes, I can't keep up.

Xu Yi was a little panicked, and always felt that the grain was wasted when it came to the hands of this group of misers. Gotta find a way, find a way to use this food that is destined to rot.

Back in Gongming Palace, Xu Yi silently returned to his meditation room, too lazy to care about the reason why Ling Fengzi killed him, and he didn't bother to ask Ling Fengzi how he felt about eating the banquet.

But Ling Fengzi went straight to the abbot's meditation room······

"The disciple thought that Xu Yi should have obtained the complete inheritance of Sun Zhenren's sores family."

Ling Fengzi knelt upright and reported to the abbot in the first place.

"Why?"

"Abbot, from the time the disciples saw his suturing technique more than a month ago, to the cure of Cui Changshi's grandson's illness yesterday, all of them show his familiarity with the operation techniques."

And these days, the disciple has also exchanged medical theories with him, although it cannot be said that he does not understand it completely, but it is somewhat specious, or that he is not profound. Therefore, the disciple thought that Xu Yi was specialized in sores. ”

"Xu Yi is less than twelve years old, and his attainments in the sores department are astonishing, and only by inheriting a complete inheritance can it be justified."

These are all things that Ling Fengzi was so sure after telling about the experience of Governor Qin's Mansion yesterday.

"Do you think that Xu Gongzi is just a talent in the sores family? Or are you delusional about leaving Xu Gongzi's sores inheritance in the Gongming Palace? ”

Xuan Chengzi really didn't say this with a hint of ridicule, but like a warning.

"Maybe the sores are what he says to him: Little Doyle ······"

When Hyun Sung said this, even he was a little frightened. Only eleven years old, even if he is about to be twelve years old, this child is scary enough.

"Is Jin Lin a thing in the pool, and it will turn into a dragon when it encounters a storm······ You got Sun Zhenren's degree back, I hope you bring it to Xu Yi. In addition, Xu Yi can do whatever he wants, and Gongming Hall will fully support him······ Don't be greedy! ”

"What he wants to do, he has already told Cui Gong, we just need to wait, accompany, and maintain this relationship······"

Xu Yi didn't know this, he was stupidly lying on the Kuang bed, still crossing Erlang's legs, swaying.

In his hand, he rubbed the jade Jue given by Cui Jue, as well as the token of the Cui family. The silver ingot was taken over by Ling Fengzi's dog······ This old man Cui is too, it is Xu Yi who treats the disease, shouldn't the consultation fee be given to me?

It's just that, if you eat and live in someone's house, you will wear someone else's clothes, and you won't pray for anything else.

However, with such a wealthy Gongming Palace, if he didn't waste it for them, wouldn't he be a little sorry for God?

Take it easy.

"You see you're polite, why am I embarrassed to take this?"

As he spoke, he held it tightly in his hand, for fear that Ling Fengzi would have to go back again.

Two of them, two of Sun Simiao's thorn seals, one is Taizong and the other is Gaozong. This ······ Xu Yi couldn't describe his mood at this time.

"Since Poor Dao said that you are Sun Zhenren's tomb keeper, he naturally has to give you an explanation. Poor Dao really went to Zhongnan Mountain to worship Sun Zhenren, and the tomb keeper did suffer a flash flood, but the whole family suffered. ”

After Ling Fengzi was admonished by the abbot, he really didn't dare to call him a teacher.

Needless to say, Xu Yi happily accepted it. Choosing between the Xu family and Sun Simiao's inheritor, Xu Yi is not stupid.

"Master, can we learn suturing now?"

This face made Ling Fengzi shudder, he was really worried that the Gongming Palace was entrusted to a non-person, was the abbot's bet a bit big?

Ling Fengzi learned suturing, Xu Yi learned martial arts, and the days were just boring, and it was winter in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Xu Yi had two obsessions.

The surname Cui really spoke like a fart, thinking that he was going to pave the way for himself in and out of his words, but as a result, it has been two months in the blink of an eye, and there has been no news at all.

I'm so stupid, I actually took it seriously······ Fortunately, I have a big heart, otherwise I would have been saying this sentence in this life.

There is also a little obsession, the mouth is too light, and the rich people of the Gongming Palace are reluctant to eat it. As the saying goes, the granary is full of hoards, and the beak fades out of the bird.

Xu Yi is already considered a vegetarian, and after living in the Gongming Hall for three months, he found that frying fish in the waterhole was actually the only way to improve his life.

Think about it carefully, this Gongming Palace, no, in the entire Sheng Dynasty, the most used for cooking is actually water.

Xu Yi was originally poor in that village, and his family was also poor, even if he was poor, he would cut two taels of meat and put it in the water tank······ To make sure that there is meat in the meal.

If you really can't do it, hang a piece of meat on the stove and take a look at it and stir-fry it. It's like now, I don't know what meat is.

What a tragic word?

After Xu Yi learned martial arts, hunger came too often, and he felt that if he hadn't fried fish from time to time, grilled fish, and pickled fish, he would have fainted from hunger.

Accompanying this group of poor bastards who guarded money, Xu Yi couldn't bear it anymore. I'm really worried that I'm going to be the one of the shorties······

But this matter needs to be considered in the long run. All along, Xu Yi has regarded himself as a sojourner in the Gongming Palace, and has never regarded himself as a person in the Gongming Palace.

It seems that the entire Gongming Hall also thinks so, those little Taoist boys have always been very polite to Xu Yi, and they are not close at all.

Therefore, in the face of such a rich but stingy Gongming Palace, Xu Yi felt that he was really sorry for God if he didn't waste it.

It's a pity that in the entire Gongming Palace, Xu Yi was familiar with Ling Fengzi alone, and after thinking about it for a long time, he still felt that it was more suitable to pit him······ It's a waste of this, it's better for the master of the Gongming Hall to come forward.