The man who took in Yuanxing was surnamed Lin and was called Lin Yun. After graduating from university, he became a small civil servant in the town, and he still has a little face in ten miles and eight townships.

secretly introduced Yuanxing to the funeral person's family, and he found someone to drink.

Giving people the overabundance of this matter, Yuan Xing in the Republic of China period of the Xia Guo has done a good job, and the host greeted the family, let them prepare fruits, incense candles, paper and pens in advance, he spent the night, the next morning began to practice the practice, chanting the scriptures for a whole day, before the end of the work, the next day to continue, the whole day to do the three days of the ritual is completed.

The main family saw that this young monk was chanting seriously, and a set of processes was quite like that, the key was that people really only ate one vegetarian meal a day, and they felt quite satisfied, so they wrapped an envelope for him when they left.

Yuan Xing hesitated for a moment before accepting it. He admonished: "When the old man is in his first seven, it is better to have relatives and family members recite for him. After explaining the precautions again, he left only when he saw that the other party had agreed to him, and before leaving, he went to Lin Yun's house to thank him, and then walked out of this small village with simple folk customs step by step.

After traveling far away, he opened the envelope, which was stuffed with three hundred-yuan bills, which was considered the labor fee this time, which was not much, but it also solved a big problem for him, and the donor provided for him, and there was nothing to be satisfied with.

The morning sun in the north is not poisonous, and it is a good time to hurry. It was not far from Jincheng, and he was also fast, and he entered the city before noon.

He took a pot of water from the park faucet, bought two steamed buns on the beach to fill his stomach, and inquired all the way to the thrift market, and finally found what he wanted, an old mobile phone that could access the Internet but was too old to lose his teeth, and cost 50 yuan.

Out of the thrift market, Yuan Xing rushed to the business hall of a certain company. Then under the vigilant gaze of the salesman, he hurriedly walked out.

I touched my nose in distress, and sure enough, I didn't have an ID card, and I couldn't even apply for an Internet card.

As a result, in the afternoon there was a monk wearing a hat and a robe on the chair outside the window of a coffee shop for visitors to rest, and he turned a blind eye to the pedestrians coming and going, and even curious people came forward to talk to him with an attitude of reluctance. In the hot weather, the hat was always lowered, and the monk's eyes never took off the screen of the mobile phone for a moment.

"It's another fake monk who doesn't abide by the rules." When someone saw it, they couldn't help but shake their heads and muttered: "In these days, even the monk's Internet addiction is so big, and he has become a low-headed clan." ”

Yi Yuanxing's ear power naturally heard clearly and understood, and he wanted to look up and distinguish a monk who did not violate the precepts on the Internet, but he forcibly held back. The speed at which this old phone opens the web page is really touching, but the WIFI signal of this Internet is not very strong, and it takes a lot of patience to deal with it.

He browsed everything on the Internet hungrily, focusing on the strange things in various places, and keeping in mind the slightest mistakes, he didn't believe that as a cult master, after finding that there was no master of the same level as him in this world, he would not help but make some moves. Is it still the work of a cult to keep a low profile?

After watching it for a whole afternoon, but finding nothing, he finally couldn't help it, and typed his father's name in the search bar, the online media update was five years ago, and it seemed that time was frozen at that moment. Search for the mother again, the same is true. Searching Qinkong, there was only a big black and white photo hanging on it, and he couldn't read the eulogy below......

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Yuan Xing walked silently on the street, and his outfit would naturally attract countless eyes, but he looked at his nose and nose, and did not look at the cool beauties who came and went, and automatically isolated the smell that seemed to fill the entire city and made him sick. He only walked with his head bowed, his steps were not hurried or slow, and he seemed to have nothing outside his mind.

In fact, the inner turmoil is complex and cannot be expressed in words.

He was still familiar with the city, and as a big foodie, how could he resist trying the most prestigious barbecue in this old industrial city?

So he's been here more than once, and the smell of the skewers here is really worrying. It's a pity that time has passed, he is a dead man five years ago, and now he is an ascetic monk, so I still don't think about the taste of that memory.

Five years have passed in this world, and that time has changed a lot of things. There are all kinds of thoughts in his mind, and there are a lot of things he wants to do, but the most important thing at the moment is to find a place to live first.

His steps were slow, seemingly aimless, but he was actually looking for a place to deal with the night, and then wake up and talk about the rest.

If you don't have an ID card, you can't live in a hotel, and even if you can, you can't afford to live there.

Looking around, I found that the ATM is the most reliable, not only has the light, but even has an air conditioner installed inside, which is much cooler than the bridge in the previous phase.

It's just that, in addition to the electronic female voice that pops up from time to time, there are always people who come in in the middle of the night to withdraw money, and often at this time, he will stand up awkwardly, nod apologetically at the other party, and then walk outside the pavilion to wait.

Those who are good-tempered or not in a hurry don't care if someone stays inside, just come out. But if you encounter frizziness or drink too much, you will inevitably scold.

After all, he was at a loss, and he couldn't care about it, but after a few times, where did he still have the mind to rest, so he simply hugged the paving and covered the bridge hole he had fancied before.

But when you walk in, you find that it has been occupied by a large group of workers in simple clothes.

Yuanxing, who can sleep in the sound of guns and cannons on the battlefield, how can he care about the snoring sound one after another? I thought about squeezing it, but after looking for a long time and there was no spare space, he hesitated for a moment, turned around and left.

The park loungers are also good, no matter how bad they are, it is better to find a small forest cat to spend the night than to lay on the street side.

But he walked around, but he couldn't find the small park in his memory. I found a stone stool on the side of the street, but I didn't like it too short to stretch my legs and feet.

What about the steps of a commercial building? The place is wide enough, it's enough to roll, no, how can marble sleep, don't say it, it's too cold and you won't get sick?

Is the green lawn of the community successful? Loose and soft. Wouldn't it be a sin to crush to death the grass that others had worked so hard to plant?

Is it OK to have a unit gatehouse? In the middle of the night, no one enters or exits the three meridians, is it clean enough? No, Master Yuanxing felt that there was a lot of dust inside, and it was too dirty.

In the past, the big grinning fate line became extremely hypocritical at this time, and it was not satisfied with the unsatisfactory, and after a toss, it was dawn unconsciously.

Well, don't sleep at all. In these days, it is really difficult to be a monk.

In just a few days, Yuanxing fully understood his own embarrassment.

In fact, even if he had a place to live, he couldn't sleep this night, and his mind was not quiet, which not only hindered his cultivation, but also affected the quality of sleep.