In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Yang Zhen sat on the ground, his head was cloudy, his eyes were sore, and the "Yijin Sutra" was only dozens of chapters, and he read it over and over again, but he found nothing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Zhen had read Jin Yong's novels in his previous life, and remembered that You Tanzhi had learned from the monk to make a strange posture, and the cold poison was gone. I have been imitating for a long time, and the movements are exactly the same, but they have no effect. When I wanted to come to You Tanzhi, I didn't know what I was practicing the Yijin Sutra, and I had nothing to do, so I just did it casually. got rid of the idea of learning martial arts, but let him practice. But the three big characters of the Yi Jin Sutra are now written on the leather surface uprightly, and if you want to make yourself forget what this book is, I am afraid it is even more difficult than Zhang Wuji forgetting the moves of the Tai Chi Sword.

Yang Zhen's mind moved, and he thought that it was a routine such as hiding a clip page, burning the form, and dripping blood to recognize the master? Yang Zhenzai carefully flipped through the bamboo slip and couldn't see any mechanism. Since someone can practice it, there is no need to destroy this book.

At this time, I saw Zhishen holding his stomach, it turned out that he was hungry again, and he smirked at himself.

Zhishen eats some vegetarian food every day like the monks, but his share is ten servings of others. That's it, I'm still hungry every day, I drink water on weekdays, I should be in a state of malnutrition, and I don't know how to grow so tall and mighty?

The room where they lived was originally only Zhishen, but now there is more Yang Zhen, at first Yang Zhen thought that the monks thought he was stupid and did not want to live with him. Later, after listening to Zhishen's thunderous snoring, everything understood. However, Yang Zhentongzi's practice was good, and the muscles in his ears could contract and roll up, protecting his ear holes, and he could sleep that night.

Yang Zhen was grateful for his life-saving grace, and felt that he was innocent and pure-minded, but much cuter than the people outside, and took more care of this cheap senior brother.

Last night, while Zhishen didn't sleep, he took three stacks of steps and rushed out of the temple gate. I went to Shangshanjian, found a few familiar cooks, threw a big ingot, took ten catties of ready-made braised beef, two roast geese, seventeen or eighteen barbecued pork, and even a whole small roast pig was rolled together and brought to the wing.

Zhishen has eaten coarse tea and light rice for 20 years, and it is rare to even have an oil flower on weekdays. Today, after smelling this fishy fragrance, the hunger in my stomach can no longer be suppressed, and the abbot's usual instructions have long been forgotten. Stretch out your big hand and stuff it into your mouth with a tear.

These dozens of catties of meat were eaten by him alone. After eating, he patted his stomach, clapped his hands happily, and kept circling around Yang Zhen: "It's delicious, and I still have to eat." ”

Yang Zhen looked at the mountain-like figure in front of him, and couldn't help but wonder: "I'll bring it to you tomorrow." ”

He quietly instructed: "Don't let the abbot know, otherwise you won't be able to eat again." ”

This Zhishen is really wise in front of eating, and if he is wise, he is stupid, and he nodded solemnly.

It's not evening today, and I'm still reading the scriptures, but this Zhishen can't help but start eating, no matter what, I'm afraid I can't see through these two phases today. It's better to simply take Zhishen out for a walk than to do useless work here.

So he got up and went to the abbot, told the abbot about it, and wanted to take him out of the temple and out of the palace, go around, and also take him to find some food.

The abbot knows Zhishen and has low intelligence, does not know the world, the abbot is old, but he loves Zhishen very much, lest he bump into it, how dare he let him go out of the temple on weekdays, let alone out of the palace, resulting in Zhishen has not been out of this temple since he was a child.

Seeing Zhishen's expectant joy, although the abbot was worried, he couldn't bear to trap him here again. With his extremely strong junior brother to take care of, it is good to go out to see the world, and he agrees after a thousand instructions, but he must come back before the outer city gate is closed.

The brothers and sisters received the promise and came out in this way. Yang Zhen was dressed in a eunuch suit, but Zhishen was a monk, and this strange combination attracted the attention of countless people. Yang Zhen didn't care, and found a clean restaurant to sit on the street, and shouted to Xiao Er: "First come a few cold dishes, kill raw fish, cold salad three silks, spicy hoof tendons, garlic and white meat, and then a fat Zhijiang duck, braised oxtail, crystal elbow, fried lotus root clip, stewed lion's head." Five more drawers of buns, not enough to say. ”

As soon as the little second child was about to speak, a large ingot of silver flew into his hand, and Yang Zhen waved his hand: "Don't say more, we can eat it." ”

There are not many customers at this point, and the cook cooks quickly, and in a short time the table is full.

Zhishen saw that the dish was coming, and his saliva dripped and pulled, but he didn't move. It turned out that the master went out and said that he had to listen to his younger brother. The junior brother didn't agree, so he couldn't do anything.

Yang Zhen smiled, pointed and said, "Eat, don't be polite to your junior brother." This Zhishen took the chopsticks and devoured them.

I was eating happily, and I heard a commotion downstairs, and someone was arguing outside the door. Yang Zhen looked out, it seemed to be an old farmer's vegetable stall, blocking the way of a gorgeous carriage, which was hard and crushed all the vegetables.

I didn't want to do much, and seeing that Zhishen had eaten the plate to the bottom, he got up and wanted to take him away.

But this man walked on the road, and evil came from heaven. As soon as he went out, the old farmer grabbed Yang Zhen, and cried with snot and tears: "This father-in-law in the palace, you have to give me a comment, you have to make the decision for me." ”

The coachman was also shouting, "You put this dish on the street and blocked the way, is it still justified?" ”

Yang Zhen shook slightly, and broke free from the old farmer's dirty hands. said: "We are not the master of Qingtian, if you have something, you might as well go and report to the official." ”

When the carriage driver heard this, he pointed to the people in the carriage and laughed: "You want to report to the official, isn't the official like this." This father-in-law, it's better for you to report for this old man. When the old farmer heard this, he was desperate to leave, but was caught by Yang Zhen.

"Since my husband has arrested me, I have to be addicted to trial cases." Yang Zhen said with a smile.

Thinking about it, it was better to be like this, and laughed: "Since everyone is at fault, my husband, you are messing around, the coachman, you just rushed regardless of it, and the officials inside have no way to teach." Let's sentence each of you to a slap in the face. ”

After speaking, he was not ambiguous, he slapped the old farmer, slapped the coachman, and lasmed out the frightened official in the carriage, which was also a slap. The force of these slaps was so great that the faces of several people instantly swollen, their eyes were full of stars, and their ears were buzzing.

Yang Zhen said to the old farmer again: "Since your vegetables are bad, then I will dismantle his car, and everyone will be even, fair and open." As soon as the words fell, the bones were lightly patted with their palms, and the entire carriage turned into silky flocculents.

"It's... This..."The old farmer covered his face, looked at the sawdust in the sky, his lips trembled and he couldn't say anything, you don't play cards according to the routine.

Yang Zhen laughed: "At the end of the trial like this, everyone is happy." Our family will retire. "Xindao has seen so many stories of heroes saving beauty, all of them are old men with a beautiful girl, you came alone to cause chaos in our family, don't beat you to anyone.

After speaking, he dragged Zhishen and left, no longer caring about the fryer-like crying.

A young man in fancy clothes, taking all this in his eyes, smiled at a few big men standing next to him: "This little father-in-law is interesting, quite to my liking." You go check it out for me, bring it here. ”