Nanfeng District, the magic capital

Feng Xiu carried his schoolbag on his back, stood at the door of the house, took the green oranges he bought on the road, wiped them on his body, and finally quietly pushed open the door of the house.

"Coming back? Why so late. ”

In the middle of the room, a middle-aged monk with bald hair, a big belly, and a happy Maitreya Buddha said with a smile.

"On the way, I met a kind sister, who saw my sad face and wanted to make me happy. No, this is the orange that this kind sister gave me. ”

Feng Xiu hung the schoolbag on the sticky hook on the wall, put the orange on the table, and looked towards the dining table, a table of fasting rice.

"Vegetarian again?"

"We are monks, and we don't eat vegetarian food."

Monk Feng Guangyuan said with a smile.

"I want to eat meat, just vegetarian, my nutrition can't keep up." Feng Xiu sat down at the dining table with a puff.

"Then why didn't your cultivation fall behind, hmph, you know picky eaters at a young age, do you know that monks have five major precepts."

Feng Guangyuan put down the wooden fish in his hand and walked towards the dining table.

"Nonsense, if I hadn't been out there stealing food every day." Feng Xiu slandered in his heart, and when he heard his adoptive father talking about those old-fashioned things again, Feng Xiu said speechlessly: "Know, know, don't kill, don't steal, don't lust women, can't run the train with your mouth full, can't drink,"

"Seed, seed,"

Feng Guangyuan's eyes were white, and he roared angrily: "The five precepts of Buddhism, one is not to kill, two is not to steal, three is not to commit adultery, four is not to lie, and five is not to drink. Give me a serious recitation. ”

"One is not to kill, two is not to steal, three is not to commit adultery, four is not to lie, and five is not to drink. Okay. ”

Feng Guangyuan's beard trembled, and he hurriedly looked for his own wooden fish.

Feng Xiu hurriedly put down his chopsticks, folded his hands, and repeated it seriously, which made Feng Guangyuan stop looking for Muyu and beat him.

"As a monk, be vigilant at all times, the five precepts of Buddhism, can you abide by them today."

"Of course." Feng Xiu touched the top of his bare head and smiled innocently: "Father, I am a monk, of course I must abide by the precepts of Buddhism." ”

Such a question and answer will appear almost every day between Feng Xiu and his adoptive father Feng Guangyuan, so Feng Xiu has been prepared for a long time.

Clothes, shoes, etc. were changed, and green oranges were used to eliminate possible odors.

Feng Guangyuan's eyes moved slightly, sighed for no reason, and then sat opposite Feng Xiu and began to eat dinner.

Eating silently, sleeping silently, the father and son ate the fasting meal silently.

Feng Guangyuan seemed to have something on his mind, and only ate half a bowl.

Feng Xiu, because before he came back, he found "good medicine" to fill his appetite, and he didn't have any appetite.

After eating, Feng Xiu cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, then washed the dishes, brushed the dishes, and covered the rest of the fasting rice with a cover.

"Father, I went into the house to cultivate, by the way, I forgot to tell you. I broke through to become a martial artist, and the elixir was provided free of charge by the school. And I applied for a leave of absence, and I waited until the martial arts examination to go. ”

"Feng Xiu, you killed someone."

"Hehe, father, you are really joking, if I had killed someone, I would have been taken away by the police by now." Feng Xiu held his footsteps, turned around and touched his father Feng Guangyuan's forehead with his hand, "Father, you don't have a fever, why did you start talking nonsense." ”

"Feng'er, although you don't have any smell of blood on your body, and it doesn't look any different from every day before, there is one thing you have overlooked, and that is your eyes." Feng Guangyuan's eyes were far away, and he seemed to look through the wall to an extremely distant place.

"Before, your eyes were greedy, tyrannical, and repressive, but now, your eyes are full of laziness after contentment.

I'd be hard-pressed to think of anything else to satisfy your appetite other than killing. ”

"What are you going to do to send your son to prison?"

"Feng'er, you are a natural pervert, I know that. But lust is like a rolling stone in a mountain, once it starts, it can never be stopped, and if one day, you feel that you want to kill an innocent person, then come back and kill me first. ”

Feng Guangyuan took the Buddha bead from his wrist and brought it to Feng Xiu with his own hands.

"The father believes in his son so much, how do you know that I killed the bad guy."

"Although you are not my own child, you were also raised by me since childhood, and I still have this confidence."

Feng Guangyuan turned his head, sat cross-legged on the ground, lightly tapped the wooden fish, and chanted softly in his mouth.

Feng Xiu rubbed the Buddhist beads, didn't say anything, walked into the house, and closed the door.

Sometimes, nurturing grace is greater than giving birth.

His adoptive father was a monk who was expelled from the monastery for him and ran around for his illness.

Feng Xiu grabbed the Buddha beads and fell asleep in his clothes

……

Late at night, after Feng Xiu fell asleep, Feng Guangyuan, who was knocking on the wooden fish and chanting sutras in his mouth, suddenly stood up, pushed open the door of the house, and walked out.

took out his mobile phone, and a person with a note called Zhu Xingchang (Wupin Martial Artist, Director of the Nanfeng District Detective Bureau) called.

"Lao Feng, if you miss one of the three, you'll be missing, hurry up."

"Got it, got it, I have to put the child to sleep first."

"See you at the old place."

"Remember to order me a roast chicken."

"I know, every time I ask you to play cards, I have to buy you a roast chicken, you are used to it, you are used to it, ......"

Before Zhu Xingchang's words were finished, Feng Guangyuan had already hung up his mobile phone.

Ten minutes later, Feng Guangyuan arrived at a chess and card room, pushed the door and walked in.

"Lao Feng, you're finally here."

"Don't talk nonsense, is the roast chicken ready?"

"Lao Feng, are you a monk?"

"Nonsense, didn't you see Lao Tzu bald?"

"Then you eat roast chicken every day."

"Isn't this fooling my boy? It's a pity that it hasn't been successful for eighteen years, not to mention, it's ...... to play cards and play cards."

"Chicken!"

"Bang!"

Between the smoke, Feng Guangyuan seemed to think of the situation a long time ago.

"This kid is very talented in Dharma."

"But his demonic nature is also innate."

"......"

"Needless to say."

……

Early in the morning, Feng Xiu woke up, pushed open the door of the house and walked out, finding that his adoptive father had gone out.

However, Feng Xiu has become accustomed to it, and his adoptive father has the habit of chanting sutras at night, so in order not to disturb his sleep, his adoptive father often goes out to chant at night.

Concentrate on opening the panel

Qi and blood: 288 calories

Spirit: 279 Hz

Quenching bones: 26 pieces (90%), 180 pieces (30%)

Energy: 50 points

Seeing that the energy value is only 50 points, Feng Xiu decided to do it today. There is no other reason, it is really heavy on the right foot, light on the left foot, and he walks like a lame man.

Therefore, it is necessary to complete the tempering of the bones of the left foot as soon as possible to restore the balance of the left and right feet.

If you follow the method in the basic cultivation method, refining one bone by one, then it is estimated that it may not be able to be completed before the martial arts examination, he is a person who is anxious, and he can't wait that long.

Take out the wigs, cheongsam, high heels, and chest pads that you have prepared before from your backpack......

He took out a bunch of bottles and cans, and began to gesture in front of the mirror.

After breaking through the first-grade martial artist, Feng Xiu's skin became more moisturized, white and tender, and its whiteness and tenderness were even better than that of ordinary women.

After more than an hour of serious work, a beautiful woman appeared in front of the mirror.

Feng Xiu took out his secret storage box again and began to put things in his backpack.

Dagger? When you can't beat it, you can use it, hold it.

Needle? Useful, hold.

Glucose solution? Can help live a little longer, hold.

Lighter? Take it

Gasoline? Take it.

……