Chapter Ninety-Seven: There is a fan

"Handsome guy, I felt super different after eating ginseng yesterday!"

"Well, I feel uncomfortable, but it's not pain, it's not pain, it's just uncomfortable, and I can't say how it feels, my body is hot, my chest is tight, but I'm not hungry, what's going on?" Looking back at Ning Can, Yan Yun replied with doubts on his face.

"Bring me a pound of meat first, I'm telling you." Ning Can's beautiful eyes smiled and said.

Uncomfortable, Yan Yun could only take out a pound of air-dried monster meat and hand it over.

"You nibbled on a five-year ginseng by yourself, and you replenished your qi too much." After receiving the jerky, Ning Can smiled, as if he had succeeded in his treacherous scheme.

"Oh," Yan Yun responded, but reacted and asked, "Then why didn't you remind me to eat less last night?" ”

"Didn't I remind you yesterday?" Ning Can pretended to think about it on his face, but when he saw Yan Yun's eyes, Yan Yun was sure that he was being cheated by Ning Can again.

"Come, let's have a big pot of rice together? You're not hungry, you're holding your breath, and it's better to eat something. Ning Can thought for a second, then changed the topic directly and said.

"Okay." Yan Yun really had no choice but to take Ning Can, and after a little hesitation, he agreed.

Today, Yan Yun and Ning Can still went to the thirty-year-old tall man to fight for vegetables, because of yesterday's jerky, many people are staring at this side, and a hint of wind and grass can make the thirty-four people around them flock to it.

And when Ning Can was holding the jerky, the thirty or forty people around him walked over with a tacit understanding, and subconsciously blocked the sight of others. It seems that each one is not an idle person.

The cauldron was boiling slowly, and Ning Can took out a stick of ginseng and put half of the dried meat into the cauldron, just sat next to Yan Yun and continued to nag about her father's relatives yesterday.

What Ning Can said was very interesting, Yan Yun was also very interesting to listen to, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. It's just the roar of cars in the distance that can't help but break the harmonious atmosphere.

"As a rule of thumb, there are seven or eight cars!" Listening to the roar of the car, someone immediately judged the number and shouted.

"Anyone else can drive seven or eight cars now?" Some people questioned it, but a few minutes later, the seven cars outside the gate of Wolong Temple proved that the person who had just shouted was right.

Of the seven cars, three Volkswagen black sedans drove in front, an Audi A6 in the middle, and three pickup trucks with large oil drums in the rear.

"What a style! It seems to be the son of a rich family. Someone immediately said with emotion.

"Rich kids? I have enough money in my passbook to buy twenty cars! A forty-year-old middle-aged man smiled bitterly, but his eyes changed but he was indescribably lonely. There is money, but in the last days, what can money be used?

The doors of the six cars opened at the same time, and more than 20 burly men got out of the car one after another. After trotting to the Audi, there is a neat line waiting for something.

With a click, the Audi door opened. A young man gets out of the car.

The young man was dressed in simple sportswear, very handsome, with a cockscomb head, if he was the kind of man who would have been embraced by a random woman before the end of the world.

His eyes were a little confused, and he looked at the people around him, and the young man covered his mouth and nose and fanned lightly, as if there was something in the air that made him very uncomfortable.

"Uncle Wu, clear the people around the door, the smell is really uncomfortable." The young man pointed to the still closed door of Wolong Temple and said.

"Take the food and send the people who ask for food." The burly man named Uncle Wu nodded slightly, and then pointed to several big men beside him and said.

"Yes!" The five big men responded in unison, trotted to the pickup truck to take out the food and walked over.

Food is the most lacking thing in the last days now, these five big men took the food over, naturally it was a success, and a few minutes later, the gate of Wolong Temple was spacious.

Nodding with satisfaction, the young man walked over, the twenty big men followed behind him, and the rest of the big men held tables, chairs and benches, and all kinds of things were set up in the places where the young people were about to arrive.

Two or three thousand people looked at these twenty big men and looked at this young man, and they really couldn't help but sigh that things were wrong.

There was a lot of talk around. Yan Yun looked at the young man and frowned slightly, thinking about why the young man came to Wolong Temple.

"Phew, isn't it just a rich second generation, is it necessary to put on this pomp?" Ning Can on the side immediately sneered.

"Aren't you also a rich second generation?" Yan Yun on the side felt a little funny, and teased casually.

"What's wrong with me being a rich second generation? My rich second generation didn't recruit anyone to mess with anyone, but I am principled as a rich second generation, so it can be like this. It's really because he has a lot of money. If I hadn't humiliated him before, I would have been ashamed of my Ning Can's lack of effort, and it would be a shame for the second generation of the rich. Withdrawing his gaze from the young man, Ning Can said with a straight face.

"Oh, I didn't see you were arrogant before." Yan Yun couldn't help but be happy when he heard it.

"Of course, who in the entire circle of the rich second generation of West A is not afraid of my three points? But forget it, the hero doesn't mention the courage of the year, and I can't be considered a rich second generation now. The phoenix that falls to the ground is not as good as a chicken. Ning Can said with a bitter face, but it was very flavorful to Yan Yun's ears. And there is a fan.

"By the way, I don't know your name yet!" Ning Can asked Yan Yun about the topic again.

"The surname is Yan, and the name is Yun." Yan Yunxing did not change his name, sat or changed his surname, and said directly.

"My name is Ning Can, remember." Ning Can reported to his family, and then turned the topic back and told Yan Yun how this rich second generation was like this, how was it like that, and also mentioned that just now the two of them should go to block the gate of Wolong Temple, and they can also share some food enough to live for two more days.

Time is long, and an hour has passed in a blink of an eye.

"Squeak" sound, the door of Wolong Temple opened. Twelve monks came from afar, and as soon as they sat at the door, they knocked on the wooden fish with all their hearts. Yan Yun looked closely, but he didn't find the 160 monk.

The young man watched the door open, immediately put on his sportswear, and after carrying the travel bag handed to him by Uncle Wu, he walked over with a letter.

"Junior, stray python. With sincerity and a letter of recommendation from Master Lonely Sky, I came to Wolong Temple to learn art. The young man spoke out loudly and bowed respectfully to the twelve monks.

"Master of the Silent Sky?" One of the monks at the head was shocked, and after looking at the python, he got up and walked towards the python.

"Can I give the letter to the little monk to read?" The monk asked, looking at the letter in the young man's hand.

"Please take a look at it, Master." The python can learn from his father's teachings at home, and he must be very respectful when he gets started, and he does what he says at this moment.

After receiving the letter, the monk touched the wax seal, opened it and took out the letter to look at it.

"Although I don't know if the Dao is from the hand of the Master of the Silent Sky, this is not idle in terms of the Buddha's power."

After confirming that it was correct, the monk loaded the letter into the letter and handed it to the python.

"You're registered now, come in first. When it's dark, I'll take you to the layman's compound. ”

After the python took the letter, the monk stretched out a finger from his palm and gently touched the python's head, and then a pale golden light that was also felt by the naked eye appeared on the python's body.

The flow python was happy in his heart, according to what his father said, this should be the Buddha's light body, although it is the lowest, but it can be said that it is unimpeded to enter the major Buddhist temples. It is equivalent to saying that he is now an outer disciple of Buddhism.

The intention was shown on his face, and after bowing to the monk in front of him and the other eleven monks who were still knocking on the wooden fish, he walked to the side respectfully and stood obediently, without the arrogance and arrogance just now.

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