The Jianghu guests looked at each other, and then shook their heads, expressing disbelief.

"That's how it was. Qin Fei hurriedly ran to the door, and a scene reappeared.

"He chased me into the kitchen, I suddenly thought of Jing Ke stabbing the King of Qin, and the King of Qin walked around the pillar, so I went around the stove to mediate with him, running, running, chasing, chasing, chasing, and chasing, and then he suddenly grabbed the kitchen knife on my case, laughed, and said it was his sword!"

"I said, that's clearly my kitchen knife!"

He said, "Whatever it is, it's his sword." ”

"And then I slashed my neck with a kitchen knife, what can I do?"

Qin Fei was so tired that he spread his hands and looked at the Jianghu guests: "Now you believe it, right?"

The Jianghu guests always look like you continue to make it up, and I almost believe it.

At this time, Zhu Xiaotian stood up and said a human word, which could be regarded as helping Qin Fei out of the siege: "Jiang Liuhai has signs of going mad, he is delirious, and it is possible to commit suicide." ”

Recalling Jiang Liuhai's behavior, the Jianghu guests nodded secretly, and this reason could barely be justified.

In other words, this little shopkeeper was purely lucky, and he happened to commit suicide when Jiang Liuhai went crazy?

Qin Fei glanced at Zhu Xiaotian with satisfaction, he could be regarded as someone who understood things.

In fact, Qin Fei really didn't lie, and he definitely couldn't admit it.

Although admitting that killing Jiang Liuhai will make him have great fame, it will bring a steady stream of trouble, in case a martial arts master pops up one day and says that he wants to avenge Jiang Liu, Qin Fei can't stand it at all.

In addition to his looks, he has always been very self-aware.

The duel of the Sword Peak of Qingming Mountain ended hastily with a strange incident, and the Jianghu guests felt that something was wrong, the first swordsman in Qingzhou actually died of a kitchen knife, and everyone left in despair.

Qin Fei cleaned the blood stains in the store, while the black cat stared intently at the murderous kitchen knife.

Suddenly, the black cat meowed in fright, turned around and ran into Qin Fei's arms, shivering.

Qin Fei happened to notice this scene, and the heart said that cats and dogs can see things that people can't see, could it be that there is a dead man's grudge on the kitchen knife?

Anyway, the knife that killed people would not be used by Qin Fei to cut vegetables, so he threw it out of the window.

Immediately, Qin Fei left the kitchen with the cat in his arms, ready to fold the snack bar through the system, but unexpectedly, the kitchen knife quietly flew back and hung in a pile of knives, but he couldn't tell who was who.

......

Qin Fei went down the mountain, did not return to Qingzhou City, and found a farmhouse to stay overnight.

In the early morning of the second day, I headed directly to the east, planning to pass through Minzhou and see the sea.

It's a shame to say that Qin Fei is so big that he hasn't seen the sea yet, so he decided to take a look.

He did not take the carriage to take the official road, but went on a mountain path, and heard that there is a Wuliang Temple in Wuliang Mountain, and the food in the temple is particularly delicious.

After living in a mountainous place like Qingzhou for a long time, and the rugged mountain roads are also like walking on flat ground, Qin Fei walked quickly.

As I walked, a gray-clothed monk appeared on the mountain road ahead, who looked not very old, but was particularly pious, and every three steps he took was a prostrate worship.

Like a big earthworm slowly wriggling on the mountain road.

Qin Fei didn't bother him, crossed over and continued to move forward.

Soon, Qin Fei came to a high place, looked into the distance, and could vaguely see a Buddhist temple built in the middle of the mountains and forests, a simple and melodious bell came, the wild ape roared, and the birds cried, Qin Fei felt very meaningful.

As the so-called Wangshan ran a dead horse, although he could see the Buddhist temple in the distance, it would definitely not be able to reach it in the evening, Qin Fei was so hungry now.

So he took local materials, picked some purslane wild vegetables, and then cooked a pot of vegetable porridge.

Purslane has the effect of clearing heat and detoxifying, and when cooked in porridge, there is a fragrance, Qin Fei did not put salt in the porridge, so he ate it lightly.

Sometimes I eat too much heavy food, and occasionally eat some light washing and stomach washing, which is very comfortable.

At this time, the little monk who knelt down all the way was not in a hurry, and appeared in Qin Fei's eyes again.

Seeing him kneeling down meticulously no matter how many times he repeated it, Qin Fei was also a little impressed, so he beckoned, "Little master, can you eat something?"

The little monk raised his head and looked at Qin Fei with some blankness.

"It's porridge. Qin Fei was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he explained.

The little monk tossed for so long, naturally he was hungry, so he swallowed his saliva: "The donor is merciful." ”

After speaking, the little monk knelt down again, Qin Fei couldn't sit still, didn't he just have a bowl of porridge, as for making such a big gift?

As a result, I realized that the little monk was not saluting Qin Fei, he was still worshipping the Buddha, and he refused to be lazy at a distance of more than ten zhang, and he prostrated for a long time before finally arriving in front of Qin Fei.

"It's a little cold. Qin Fei handed him a bowl of vegetable porridge.

The little monk wiped his hands on the dirty monk's robe, and then took it solemnly: "Thank you, donor." ”

The little monk looked very hungry, but he only took one bite, and suddenly his face changed greatly, and he put the bowl down.

"Why don't I give you heat?" Qin Fei asked.

The little monk shook his head, stood up, folded his hands and said, "The monks eat and sleep in the open, and they don't pay so much attention to it." It's just that he just ate the donor's porridge, and the little monk suddenly moved his vulgar thoughts, sins, sins!"

What's the matter, are you eating porridge?

But it's impossible to think about it, Qin Fei asked, "What vulgar thoughts?"

The little monk hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke: "My Buddhist disciple should be empty of the four majors, but just now I ate the donor's porridge, and suddenly remembered my mother in the world. ”

"When I was young, my family was poor and my father died young, so my mother went to the mountains and fields to pick purslane and cook it, and it tasted the same as the donor's cooking. ”

Speaking of this, the little monk confessed his sins again.

Qin Fei suddenly had a nameless fire: "Missing my mother, why did it become a sin?"

"After entering the Buddha's door, I have gone with the wind in the world, and only the Buddha is the parent of the little monk. The little monk looked at his nose and his nose and his heart, looking unmoved.

The more Qin Fei listened, the more uncomfortable he became, so he said a few words to him, but the little monk was well versed in Buddhism, and Qin Fei was a layman, how could he talk about the other party.

Later, Qin Fei was forced to be anxious: "You keep saying that I am a Buddha and I am a Buddha, have you ever seen a Buddha?"

The little monk finally fell silent, and only after half a sound did he say: "The little monk has not practiced enough, and he has not been able to see the Buddha yet." ”

"But my master said that as long as you meet someone who wears clothes backwards, you are a Buddha. ”

When Qin Fei heard this, he immediately became energetic, and put his clothes backwards: "I'm a Buddha?"

The little monk looked pained, I am afraid that he himself thought this statement was ridiculous, and he was so anxious that he burst into tears.

Qin Fei saw that the little monk was crying, sighed, and patted him on the shoulder: "The Buddha itself is good, but everything has a degree, and if you go too far, you will become a demon." ”

The little monk looked up at him thoughtfully.

Qin Fei refilled him with a bowl of porridge, and the little monk hesitated for a moment, but finally ate it.

Immediately, the little monk turned around and went down the mountain......

Postscript.

Late at night, the little monk plucked up his courage and knocked on the door of a farmer's house.

"Who?" asked a vicissitudes of life.

"It's me. The little monk's throat moved.

There was a hurried sound in the room, and then an old woman opened the door: "Son...... I'm going to get you rice. ”

The little monk looked at his mother, she hurriedly got up and opened the door, her clothes were worn backwards, and in an instant he understood something, and he couldn't cry: "Mother, children are not filial!"

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