In the next few days, Yang Chen's mood was a little low, he couldn't keep up his spirits, and he was still thinking about his father's affairs. Li Luoxiu still came to Yang's house on time to clock in and go to work, but he didn't teach Yang Chen any boxing techniques in the past few days, but just served Yang Chen at home. Yang Chen saw Li Luoxiu, who was now being commanded, and his depressed mood was only a little excited.

In fact, the injuries on Yang Chen's back are almost healed, and they were originally some flesh injuries that have now scabbed. He deliberately deliberately made things difficult for Li Luoxiu, but Li Luoxiu still met all Yang Chen's wishes and never got angry, which sometimes made Yang Chen feel a little beastly. However, when he thought of the sins he had suffered at her hands before, he began to intensify his training plan again.

Yang's mother's mood has already been good, since she saw Li Luoxiu busy before and after, she has almost improved in an instant, everything is in the past, and now her son's good life is what she should worry about as a mother. She also taught Li Luoxiu to be a female celebrity, but after Li Luoxiu had no talent to embroider mandarin ducks into fat ducks, the mother went to the room full of worries to worry about her son's future life.

Wang Dahai is still like that, but his eyes are swollen like peaches. He now has one more thing to do, which is to stand in front of Yang Chen's room and watch the play. Uncle Wang, who has never been in love, seems to be moved by the love between these children, and every time he sees the scene of Yang Chen and Li Luoxiuxiu's affection, he can't help but smirk, completely forgetting the decay of his crying that day.

Everything in Yang's house is going on in an orderly manner, showing affection for those who show affection, watching the drama for those who watch the play, and worrying about it.

Yang Chen and Li Luoxiu had another scene of eighteen send-offs, and they hurried to the small wine shop in the village before they had time to go home, and he wanted to get some wine to visit the old monk. By the way, I bought a homemade old wine-stuffed duck from the winery, and it couldn't be better to comfort my empty internal organs.

The old monk was already sitting there waiting for Yang Chen today, looking impatient, scratching his ears and cheeks a little impatiently. As soon as he saw Yang Chen, he hurried up, which made Yang Chen a little at a loss, thinking that he would have a hug to express his thoughts after not seeing him for many days.

But the old monk didn't look at Yang Chen, and went straight to the wine in Yang Chen's hand, he opened the mud seal and raised his head to drink, and the white eyes of the straight drink rolled up before he stopped, shouting happily.

"Boy, you can't come here these days, you want to mess with me!" The old monk burped and spat out these words in his throat.

Yang Chen rolled his eyes and looked at the old monk, he only had a duck in his hand now, otherwise Yang Chen would definitely deal with him quickly.

"Thank you master for your concern, Xiaosheng has suffered a few times in the past few days and has no time to visit the master, I hope the master will not be strange."

The old monk was just about to drink happily again, and when he heard Yang Chen's words, he couldn't help but look at him, seeing that he was just a little bruised on his face and it was no big deal, the old monk smiled and stretched out his hand to point Yang Chen, and bent down to sit on a piece of bluestone.

"It's to blame that I didn't teach you martial arts, you children are good to talk about twists and turns."

"Master, don't think about it, you don't mean that." Yang Chen said on his lips, the teasing on his face was fully revealed, and it was clearly the appearance of a strange old monk.

"Didn't I tell you a lot of Buddhist essences, why don't you take them out and influence others?" The old monk turned a blind eye to Yang Chen's face, but instead taught Yang Chen a lesson quite reasonably.

"Damn, you really like to laugh, do I have to sit down and recite the scriptures when others beat me? I also want to tell them that I am a man of virtue, and that you can only beat me, and that I will stretch out my right cheek to you until you are sore and weak, and your heart is convinced. Yang Chen thought unscrupulously in his heart.

The master laughed, those who kill are not so easy to influence, they are all ordinary people who do not have the heart of the Buddha. How can there be such a master in the whole world? Even if you eat wine, you can't shake the bodhisattva's heart. ”

The wine that the old monk had just reached his throat was choked and squirted out, but his expression was not unhappy, and he pointed at Yang Chen while coughing, but he couldn't say anything in his mouth.

"The scholar's sharp mouth is really powerful, it's good to say that I, the old monk, have no place to be ashamed, hehe......" The old monk took a few breaths before he came up.

Yang Chen also sat down at this time, opened the kraft paper bag in his hand to enjoy the food in front of him, and before he could put down the fat duck leg, the duck in his hand flew away, and the speed dazzled Yang Chen.

"You kid understands the old monk's mind more and more, this wine is the best." The old monk held the duck and gnawed it all the time, as if he hadn't eaten for a few days, and the magnitude of his movements startled a group of birds and birds that came to forage for food. And while eating, he stared nervously at the surroundings, including Yang Chen, quite a bit of a dog's style of protecting food.

Yang Chen watched the old monk gobble up in a daze, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva very unproductively. He also wanted the old monk to keep a bite for himself, but looking at the speed of his bite and his incomparable demeanor, Yang Chen was afraid that he would bite him. Helplessly, he lowered his head and sighed the grease on his hand, sighed and continued to stare at the old monk happily.

The old monk might have been embarrassed to see Yang Chen staring at him, so he slowly turned around and left Yang Chen with a figure that kept moving slightly. Yang Chen raised his forehead and sighed, his master is more wonderful than the other, are all those decent masters in the rivers and lakes dead?

"Master, you eat slowly, no dog will rob you!" Yang Chen laughed at the old monk viciously.

The old monk was hit again, and the meat in his mouth also squirted out, and the surviving stupa was spit out as if it had been painted with a mural, attracting countless chirping birds.

The old monk drank a few sips of wine to suppress the ups and downs in his abdomen, and also suppressed the anger in his heart. He turned to look at Yang Chen, and muttered to himself, "I am a high-ranking monk, don't be like him, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, good and good." ”

The old monk only whispered for a moment, then reached out and gave Yang Chen a brain collapse, and Yang Chen's tears came down in pain, and he touched his good head vigorously.

"Good, good, good......"

“……”

"Master, let's be more practical, don't tell me any more about the Dharma, I'm not a monk and I don't want to purify sentient beings, I just want to save myself." Yang Chen endured the pain and finally said the point, this is the purpose of his coming today.

"The Buddha says that if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell is very good, and that's exactly what I mean." The old monk was serious under the banner of Buddhism, with his right hand in front of his mouth and his left hand on his chest, looking like a dignified master.

When Yang Chen heard this, he put his heart in his stomach, but when he saw the old monk sitting down again, he was very unhappy. The old monk closed his eyes and stretched out one hand to Yang Chen, and the other hand was still unhurriedly turning the Buddha beads.

"Bring it to see how sincere you are."

"Take what?"

"Sesame oil money."

“……”

If you don't have sesame oil money, you should always have wine, right? “

“……”

"If you don't have wine, then let the old monk check your body and feel the pulse."

“……”

"Ah, hehe, I'm sorry to get used to it, I'm used to it, hehe."

The old monk pretended to be serious and pretended to be too serious, and even used his bad habit of collecting money for sesame oil in private to flirt with female pilgrims.

Yang Chen saw that the old monk was still sitting there and smirking, and he gave the old monk a dart in the eye.

"Master, please respect yourself, there is no discomfort in your body." Yang Chen said teasingly.

The old monk stood up with a smile and patted Yang Chen's shoulder embarrassedly, looking extremely obscene.

"Master, please respect yourself, Yang Chen is not a good man."

The old monk froze at this time, and then rubbed his hands with a guilty face.

"Boy, the old monk saw that you were so flattering, and decided to teach you some martial arts, come on, sit down and talk." The old monk cleared his throat and defused the embarrassment.

"The kid is still standing, I'm delicate and weak, and it's easy to herniate the disc in my waist after sitting for a long time."

“……”

"That's fine, I'll talk to you about something, listen carefully." The old monk said seriously.

Yang Chen felt that his masters could speak more than one by one at this time, why did they just say such things, are they lonely and lonely in their hearts after practicing martial arts for a long time?

"Boy, the old monk, I am not a person in this mountain gate, I think I was also a good man in the green forest back then...... "The old monk is really serious at this time, and he is definitely not pretending, and he opened a small stove for Yang Chen, who has just finished the "Memories of Bitterness and Sweetness" conference, for fear that Yang Chen's mood will be happy, and he will resolutely put an end to his painful experience of forgetting the predecessors who went forward and spilled their blood in the gentle township of feudal society.

The old monk was originally from the green forest, and he was the kind with a name and surname, and he used to be very high-profile. But the principle of shooting a bird in the head remains unchanged, so he was ruthlessly shot by jealousy and betrayal. He has changed from a hero in the green forest to a street rat that everyone shouts and beats, and his notoriety is no less than that of the famous and surnamed big devil in history, like Tian Boguang, Dongfang Undefeated or something, he may be a little better than Dongfang Undefeated, at least physically.

So the old monk was chased and killed by the famous and decent people who eliminated the demon and guarded the way, and later he was captured by the monk in this small temple, and the monk accepted him in the temple for reflection in line with the principle of monk's compassion, this reflection is more than 20 years in a hurry, the old monk may be accustomed to the life in the temple or may really be enlightened, even now no one in the temple can stop him, he is still honestly a miscellaneous monk who cleans up the temple, but the precepts or something can not restrain him.

Yang Chen stood and listened to the story of the old monk, and then made a long gesture, he really served this old monk, brilliant and down-and-out, blessed and enjoyed, how desirable is the twists and turns of life experience, Yang Chen wants to be not mediocre, just like he decided to abandon literature and martial arts, he doesn't want to be a talented man with a bright appearance and a good heart, and he has been bound by various etiquette all his life. He wants to live brilliantly, go his own way and make others have no way out.

The old monk was moved by Yang Chen's bowing, the corners of his eyes were moist, and the wrinkles on his face were also stretched, as if he was much younger. 、

"Okay, I'll teach you the knife technique, you kid must have taken a fancy to this, right, even if you have eyesight, this is my famous skill when I was wandering in the green forest, hahaha......" The old monk said in a bold and dry voice, and took off the tattered monk's robe and led Yang Chen to the flat place.

Yang Chen was calm on the outside, but his heart was turbulent, he was still not used to these exciting scenes of looking forward to seeing the moon in the clouds, uncle was like this, and Li Luoxiu was the same.

The efficiency of the old monk is still relatively high, first the knife dance again, and then teach Yang Chen to practice one move at a time, although Yang Chen's foundation is a little thin, but he is better than the ability to understand, and he also practiced well. After practicing for nearly an hour, the sun had set before he stopped, and Yang Chen's style came up again, and he hurriedly put on a monk's robe for the old monk and stood aside.

"The master is really magnificent, Xiaosheng practiced a few tricks and felt that this knife technique was unusual, and it was a great fortune to meet the master."

The old monk was praised very high, and he looked like a master outside the world. Stretched out his hand and waved his hand at Yang Chen, expressing his admiration.

"Master, the apprentice will definitely be the master who serves in the future, and he will be full of ambition and comfortable." Yang Chen changed his position at this time, putting himself in the position of the old monk's apprentice, and almost suspicious.

The old monk still waved his hand, but he pretended to be very uncomfortable in his heart, after all, the world's masters are not so easy to pretend.

"It's okay, you and I just learn from each other." The old monk played his cards according to the routine on the rivers and lakes.

"Master, I heard that there are a few good girls in Douyan Building in Shaoxing Mansion, let's go there to learn and learn when we have time, and we can talk about the apprentice's intentions."

"What do you think of the old monk as me, I am a high-ranking monk, and I am not tempted by women, so I don't want to mention any more girls."

"Yes, yes, the master is a monk, the high one is the world's attention, and the mountains are uplifted."

"Uh...... girl...... Girl? Is the girl in Douyanlou beautiful, is she a delicate and soft body and easy to push down? I like the birds! The old monk said thoughtfully.

“……”