What does it take to make a person desperate?

Not to trample him down when he climbed up to the bottom, but to kick him into the valley after he had worked so hard to climb to the top.

Only after you get it, you will suffer after you lose it.

Mo Chen is in pain now, and he can't extricate himself from his distress.

Squatting at the gate of the temple basking in the sun, his eyes were blank, staring at the ground in a daze.

It's gone, it's all gone!

worked hard to cultivate, and tried his best to follow the monkey to heaven to plan, but in the end, it was all in vain.

The mana, the Yuan Shen, and the Nanming Flame were all blocked by a very powerful and mysterious force, and without mana, even the space magic weapon that stored the elixir could not be opened, only the strength gained from cultivating the Eight or Nine Xuangong and a particularly hard body, and it couldn't even change into its original form.

The body of the Eight or Nine Xuangong is still strong, but what can he do, to work hard to chop wood and be a woodcutter or to break boulders at the corner of the street?

What hurt Mo Chen the most was that he couldn't cultivate by himself at all, and the mysterious prohibition in his body blocked his ability to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, and he could only accept his fate as if he was a mortal.

Regret, the intestines are about to be regretted by Mo Chen!

Hands are cheap, hands are cheap, the original plan is good, stealing peaches and stealing pills, according to the original plan, it will be over, you have to steal other people's Taishang Laojun's futon, what are you doing?

Junior, my futon is so easy to take?

This sentence and that big finger are almost Mo Chen's magic, and in the past half a month, I have dreamed of this scene every night.

For the sake of a broken futon, losing so much, the more Mo Chen thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, his two eyebrows wrinkled together, and the resentment in his eyes was so thick that it was about to drip out.

"Mother, mother, do you think that uncle is a fool?"

Not far from Mo Chen, there is a pair of mother and son who came to this temple to offer incense, the mother is about thirty years old, very beautiful, the son is an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, thick eyebrows and big eyes, wide ears, looking very blessed.

The mother and son are both dressed plainly, and their clothes are washed and a little white, which shows that the family is not well-off.

At this moment, the young man was pulling his mother and pointing his finger at Mo Chen.

Mo Chen has been sitting here for a long time, he has always looked heartbroken, since he came to this temple for half a month, every day has been like this, sitting there basking in the sun in a daze, and not paying attention to cleaning his image, full of beard, sloppy, and his clothes are full of dirt. This honor does look like a foolish beggar.

The young woman who still had the charm looked at Mo Chen, took out a few copper plates from her arms, handed them to the young man, and said softly: "An'er, you go and give this money to that beggar uncle." ”

The young man took the copper plate, ran to Mo Chen in a hurry, threw the copper plate at Mo Chen's feet, and said, "Uncle beggar, this is what my mother gave you!"

Mo Chen, who was immersed in his own world, was awakened, and he looked at the copper plate under his feet, and a wry smile leaked from his face.

I'm a fairy demon, and if I can dominate one of the four continents, I will become a beggar?

But for the kindness of this young man, Mo Chen still nodded and smiled at him.

The young man seemed a little shy, and ran into his mother's arms with a cigarette, only to smile at Mo Chen, and then the two walked towards the temple.

At the moment when the two of them disappeared into the temple gate, Mo Chen looked at the copper coin under his feet with disdain, completely ignored, and then immersed himself in his sad world.

Lao Tzu is a fairy, can he take these few small copper coins?

Not long after the mother and son entered, Mo Chen was once again called out of his own world.

"Big brother, it's time to eat. "It is a seven or eight-year-old little monk with a delicate face, wearing a gray monk's robe, his eyes are clear, cute and tight, and he is accompanied by a big black earth dog, this black dog's eyes are full of smart color.

This is Mo Chen's life-saving benefactor, half a month ago, he was beaten down from the sky by Lao Jun, and he was completely beaten into a mortal, he fell into the small river near here, and was rescued by the little monk in front of him.

The little monk is called Jueqiao, although he is young, he is already the presiding officer of the temple behind Mo Chen.

Although the main thing he did in the past half a month was to be in a daze, Mo Chen still heard a lot of information from the mouths of the pilgrims who occasionally came to offer incense.

This is the Great Wei Kingdom of Nanzhan Buzhou, this small temple is a Tibetan temple, located on a hill thirty miles outside Yujing City, the capital of the Wei State. This small temple was originally only supported by the little monk Jueqiao and his master, the temple is not big, relying on the pilgrims of several nearby villages and towns, it can barely be maintained, the old monk died of illness a year ago, and there is only a little monk Jueqiao left.

Wei is a big country, covering an area of 10,000 miles, under the jurisdiction of more than 30 counties, when the old emperor is virtuous and wise, the people under his rule live well, plus the Tibetan temple has occasional miracles, so although there is only one small monk left, he can still live his life.

But it's just going on, and coarse tea and light rice are definitely inevitable.

Mo Chen looked at the two buns handed over by the little monk Jueqiao, his face was a little bitter, but he still reached out and took it.

The buns are good buns, steaming hot, but the stuffing in this is chopped by the little monk himself from the wild vegetables picked from the mountains, and it is very bitter.

Seeing that Mo Chen took the bun, the little monk smiled and said, "Big brother, when you are full, go pick up two buckets of water, the water tank is used up." ”

Mo Chen nodded, the little monk was too small, the water tank was high, and the pilgrims and villagers who came to the door used to help pick it up, and after he came here, he often helped to fetch water for the water tank.

The little monk still had to have a morning class, chant sutras for Jizo Bodhisattva, and after delivering the meal, he naturally left. After Mo Chen waited for the little monk to leave, he picked up the bun and began to eat, he couldn't absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and naturally he couldn't open the valley, so he could only eat like an ordinary person.

took a big bite of the bun, Mo Chen forcibly endured a mouthful of bitter wild vegetables, and didn't have time to chew it carefully, so he hurriedly swallowed it, but this second bite couldn't be swallowed anyway.

He stared at the food in his hand, his eyes were full of hesitation, eat, or not eat, Lao Tzu is a fairy, a fairy, and he is considered a bodhisattva in Buddhism, how can he eat wild vegetable buns all at once?

However, what can you eat without buns?

After a while, Mo Chen's eyes crossed a trace of firmness, stuffed the bun into his arms, and picked up the copper coin on the ground.

Well, it smells so good!

Listening to the pilgrims, in the town at the foot of the mountain, there is a family surnamed Zhao whose fresh meat and big bun juice is delicious, which has to be tasted, and the gods also want to eat......