The little monk was a talker, and he kept talking to Ye Xiaochuan, even if the latter ignored him and always pretended to be deaf and dumb, he didn't care, while gesturing with rich expressions and dancing hands, while gushing about Buddhism, Buddhism, Buddhism, and Buddhism.

Snow-white spit stars splashed freely, shimmering in the sunlight with colorful rainbow light.

Ye Xiaochuan was really powerless for these whistling saliva, so he could only watch them frolicking and bursting onto his face, hair, and clothes.

The boy secretly swore in his heart that if he could survive, he would definitely find an opportunity to beat this long-tongued woman-like verbose ghost viciously.

is not ashamed of Xue, just a simple vent of anger, this little bald head almost drove him crazy.

"One flower, one world, one leaf is the same as ......"

"I ......"

Ye Xiaochuan thought about it at the beginning, and felt that he could first compromise, and then wait for the opportunity to move, so when the little bald head first began to speak at length, he showed signs of resignation.

But this little bald head doesn't seem to have this consciousness at all, "Donor, don't be in a hurry to talk first! Wait until I teach you a good lesson, so that you can have a general understanding of my Buddha, so that you can make the most appropriate choice, you say, right?"

That's a lot of sense.

Ye Xiaochuan had to keep silent and listen patiently, but unfortunately, he soon fell like a cloud, and he couldn't listen to it at all, plus he didn't close his eyes all night, and he was still basking in the warm spring sun, can he not be sleepy?

The young man was about to fall asleep in a daze, and when he suddenly heard a voice of "That's about it", he suddenly woke up, and was about to speak, only to hear the hateful little bald head continue: "Let's talk about this Great Nirvana Sutra...... The Buddha said that I have lived for a long time, and it is the great nirvana, and all kinds of manifestations and supernatural changes. In these three thousand worlds, 10 billion sun, moon, 10 billion, Yan Futi, all kinds of manifestations......"

The boy had no choice but to remain silent.

"Is it possible for me to join you?"

After waiting for a long time, Ye Xiaochuan finally couldn't help but take the initiative, "You put me down first, I can't concentrate like this, and I can't remember what you said." ”

The little monk paused, and said categorically: "No! You are stupid for me?"

"You don't have to untie the ropes from my hands and feet, just put me down. ”

When Ye Xiaochuan spoke, he had already begun to secretly mobilize the dantian's large-scale qi, "You see that I am like this, how can I escape?"

"Hee-hee, in this way, if you beg me, I will let you go. The little monk grinned happily, "Come, call the master first." ”

"Division...... Master. Ye Xiaochuan had a very reluctant look on his face, but in fact, he was already happy in his heart.

If it weren't for the worry that the little bald head in front of him would kick his nose and face endlessly, even if he was asked to bite the words clearly and shout ten times in one breath, it would be a trivial matter.

"Good ~ apprentice, good ~ apprentice ......"

The little monk's face was full of enjoyment, and he bit the obedient word in his mouth and dragged the long sound, which made Ye Xiaochuan have the urge to beat people.

"Good ~ apprentice, as a teacher, let's talk about the scriptures and the Dharma for you first. When I look back and see my master, that is, your master, I will say a few kind words for you. ”

"Don't, master, everything is sooner rather than later, just now, the apprentices are about to be hanged!"

Of course, Ye Xiaochuan was not happy, and immediately argued with reason, plus a series of flattering words.

"Actually......"

The little monk was about to be held up to the sky by Ye Xiaochuan, a little fluttering, and at the same time, he was a little reluctant to go, so he whispered in his ear, "I came here secretly, and your master and his old man don't know it yet." When the time comes, don't shout nonsense......"

"I ...... You ......"

Ye Xiaochuan almost didn't get suffocated by these words, he dared to love himself for a long time, and his mouth was almost worn out, and it was useless.

He wanted to scold, but he had to suppress it with all his might, and his originally delicate face became a little distorted and hideous.

"Oh, good boy~ apprentice, what's wrong with you?"

The little monk seemed to be surprised, Ye Xiaochuan didn't dare to look into his eyes, so he didn't know his expression.

But at this moment, listening to this vicious words that implied mockery, I became more and more sure that I had been tricked.

After that, the young man didn't care about the little monk anymore.

Letting the little bald head say that the sky was falling wildly, and letting the snow-white spittle scatter all over his head, Ye Xiaochuan just gritted his teeth and secretly warned himself, remembering the current pain, remembering how it came about, and at the same time silently thinking in his mind about how to repay this grace after gaining power.

The little monk finally lost his interest in playing tricks on the young man, but before leaving, he deliberately attached himself to Ye Xiaochuan's ear, expressing repentance for his bad deeds with a sincere attitude and sincere tone, and also asked for Ye Xiaochuan's forgiveness.

Ye Xiaochuan wanted to slash him alive at this time, but the young man felt that if he didn't clearly forgive him, this guy might not leave.

Rather than succumbing after being tortured, it is better to give in directly and send the plague god away as soon as possible.

In the end, the little monk hummed a little song and walked away satisfied.

Leaving a furious Ye Xiaochuan, it took a long time for the young man to calm down the anger in his heart.

At this time, he was shocked to realize that the sun was slanting westward, and it was about time to go.

The young man's mind paused, and he found a crucial problem - an empty stomach and hunger.

A hundred zhang away, a woman with a beautiful figure stood at the main entrance of Chongde Temple, and there were two people behind her, one was a fat man who kept wiping sweat and was anxious, and the other was a burly old man who was squinting and drowsy.

The woman's lotus step moved slightly, raised her rounded chin slightly, and roughly glanced at the vermilion lacquer plaque, on which the three big characters of "Chongde Temple" were upright, generous, not smiling, thick and solemn.

"Crunch squeak~"

The temple has not yet been built, so it is not open.

But I don't know if these monks deliberately waited, or if they were heavily guarded, and they were already informed as soon as they set foot on them.

A mocking smile lifted the corner of Zhao Qingya's mouth, but it was quickly hidden.

Sure enough, after the opening of the Zhumen Cave, an old monk who looked bitter and hateful came out with a group of disciples and grandchildren, and the pomp was not small. Many of the disciples were relieved.

The street is located at the intersection of a slum and a bustling market, with a lot of pedestrians. At this moment, the Buddhist temple is in the limelight, and everyone naturally surrounds it.

"Amitabha, the donor is coming, the poor monk is not welcome, and he is guilty of sin!"

The old monk spoke politely. On the one hand, he wants to establish a glorious image of a Buddhist disciple in front of people, and on the other hand, he wants to take into account the huge power behind the charming woman in front of him.

Zhao Qingya took a small step forward and said with a smile: "The little woman is on a whim, and she begs the Buddha to be earnest, can the abbot be gracious and let me go in early to go to the pillar incense?"

"Sincerity is open, and whether I can get in or not is not up to me. The old monk folded his hands and looked solemn, like a monk who was accompanied by yellow scrolls and green lanterns and ancient Buddhas with wooden fish every day.

However, the words that came out sounded to the woman full of copper smell.

"My sincerity Buddha is visible. Zhao Qingya folded her hands with a reverent expression.

"Donor......" The old monk's sparse eyebrows frowned slightly, but his words were never finished.

Of course, in order to show her sincerity, the little woman was willing to donate a hundred taels of gold as the daily expenses of the Buddhist temple. ”

When Zhao Qingya said this, the old man who had been squinting his eyes and was drowsy suddenly opened his eyes, and the whole person was like a lion who had woken up from his slumber, and his whole body came out majestic.

Ordinary people just suddenly felt an inexplicable throbbing in their hearts, and they didn't know why their legs and feet were weak, and they were horrified, thinking that it was the Buddha's punishment, and while clasping their hands together and reciting words, they carefully took stock of what they had done recently.

The one who felt the most was the old monk, whose face was already a little pale and frighteningly white at the moment.

Many little novices looked at the wet spots on the abbot's back, a little inexplicable.

It's a good time for spring to be warm and the temperature is pleasant, and you will sweat if you stand for a long time?

The old monk was in an embarrassing dilemma, and he still underestimated the power behind this woman.

Now he has a hard choice to make.

The old man, whose momentum was comparable to that of a lion, was obviously reluctant to give up the hundred taels of gold, but he knew that if he refused the gold sent to him in public now, he would cut off his future financial route.

Plundering does not keep the temple running for long, it needs to be nourished by a living spring.

"Is the abbot too little?" Only Zhao Qingya ignored the old man and continued to urge the old monk.

"This ...... Of course not, in fact, fifty taels of gold is enough. ”

The old monk had an idea, took the initiative to retreat, and thought that in the future, let others make up fifty taels of gold at a time to make sesame oil money, and the water will flow for a long time, maybe there will be more oil and water, and the effect will be better.

"Is fifty taels of gold really enough?" Zhao Qingya seemed to be a little unconvinced, and asked again.

Before the old monk could speak, he felt two sharp eyes hit his face, and the momentum of the old lion became higher and higher, and he was definitely a powerhouse above the triple level of the forging realm.

"Enough is enough, donor, please come in!" the old monk tensed his legs and took a few steps back to make room for him.

Zhao Qingya thanked her and walked straight inside, followed by Letu.

The restrained and unremarkable old man paced slowly and fell behind, glancing at the old monk intentionally or unintentionally as he passed by.

When he was far away, the old monk's back was completely wet, and his face and palms were full of sweat.

Only then could he have accepted this verbal promise generously, and it was a big deal not to take anything afterwards.

In this way, you can also sell the other party a favor. It's easy to talk when we meet in the future.

It's good now, but it's not a penny. Not only is it not good at all, but it also makes people unhappy.

After the fact, I may have to settle accounts after the fall.

After Zhao Qingya entered the Buddhist temple, she walked around aimlessly, and she was actually in a good mood when she donated fifty taels of gold.

Seeing that she was so calm, Letu on the side seemed to be infected by it, and his impatience slowly eased down.

"Hee-hee-hee......"

The charming woman suddenly smiled, like a spring flower, full of fragrance, intoxicating.

Leto froze again, but before the daydream could begin, he was mercilessly shattered by an old cough.