The snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and there is still no intention of stopping.

On both sides of the street, there are few pedestrians.

Not long after Lin Xiuran left, another guest came to the middle-aged stall owner's stall.

It was a monk.

He walked on a muddy and snowy ground, and as he walked, he looked at Chen Guojing in the wind and snow.

Thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom, the top and bottom are white, and the cold air is like fog.

The pedestrians on the road had sad faces, and those who were in better condition could barely resist the invasion of wind and snow with a shabby oil-paper umbrella, and those who were in poor condition were just wrapped in a single coat that could not withstand the severe cold, and like him, they shrunk and hurried away in the snow while shivering.

Chen Guo has been in turmoil for decades, just because of the instability of military power, a few years ago, King Lao Fu rebelled again, and the little emperor was frightened.

Although he quelled the civil strife, he became suspicious by nature, advocating military rule, imposing heavy taxes to replenish military salaries, and recklessly using military force.

As a result, the lives of the common people at the feet of the Son of Heaven became more and more unsatisfactory.

The monk had a pair of half-new green cloth shoes, a tattered robe of a hundred monks, a string of ebony Buddha beads wrapped around his neck, and a branch Zen staff in his hand.

This monk looks very handsome, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but the monk's robe on his body is too thin, and the long wind and snow make him shiver from the cold.

Sluggish and embarrassed.

If Lin Xiuran was still standing here at this moment, he would definitely shout, round monk.

But the middle-aged stall owner obviously didn't know the person in front of him, and when he saw that the person who came was a monk, he frowned, and called him unlucky.

Monks, especially this kind of monks who are dressed in tatters, have never bought them, but only turned their fate.

The middle-aged stall owner came out to set up a stall on a snowy day, in order to make a few more money, as soon as the monk came, he opened his mouth like a beggar, if he was kind-hearted and gave him alms, he had to post two pennies upside down.

Naturally, there are not many pennies, but the bad thing is that he has a lady who is very strict in managing money. She remembered how many of these baked cakes were sold for a penny, and she had to check the accounts, and she couldn't make a penny wrong.

Several times, because of his kindness, he gave a few baked cakes to beggars and monks, and because the money he handed over to the lady was less, he immediately caused a big fuss from her.

She kicked and scolded him, twisted her ears, and asked if she was out there.

The conscience of heaven and earth, what kind of fox spirit can be raised outside with more than a dozen dollars?

As soon as the middle-aged stall owner thought of this, his head was made two, and he didn't want to get into trouble again.

He watched the round monk come over, so he silently covered the lid on his pot, looked up at the sky, and pretended not to see the monk.

He couldn't help himself, he retreated in the face of difficulties, and he was not embarrassed.

But the round monk did not have a little eyesight, he came to the middle-aged stall owner's stall, folded his hands, pronounced a Buddha horn, and said to the stall owner: "Amitabha, this benefactor, the poor monk walked all night, and his stomach was really hungry.

The middle-aged stall owner's wish not to be embarrassed was disappointed.

The round monk, after all, walked to his stall and opened his mouth to him.

"Daddy, the guests are here. ”

The middle-aged stall owner originally wanted to continue to pretend that he couldn't hear the words of the round monk, and was looking around at the scenery, but his stupid son betrayed him and tugged at his sleeve with his hand.

The middle-aged stall owner had no choice but to come back to his senses, and after glaring at his own kid fiercely, he looked at the monk in front of him who was shabby and shivering.

Because he didn't have an umbrella or cloak, his robes were drenched.

The appearance is indeed pitiful.

The middle-aged stall owner looked at the embarrassed appearance of the round monk, and his originally ruthless heart softened for a while.

He was thinking about whether to resist his mother-in-law's nonsense and give the monk a baked cake.

After all, everyone has a problem, and they can help if they can.

However, it is not easy to do business.

It's not that he doesn't know the good intentions of his own lady, and he does a small business, or he wants to save this little bit of income, if he always gives alms to the poor, how much will he have left?

In this world, there are too many poor people, and they themselves are poor people who can't take care of them.

Moreover, he still has to support his family, and he has to hire a homework teacher for this stupid boy who is not angry, and how many days he has to do business for the ten dried bacon gifts!

The middle-aged stall owner thought a lot and found many reasons for himself to refuse, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them all for some reason, and his mouth turned into another rhetoric.

"Alas, it's not easy for the Zen master to travel all night, so I'll bring you a baked cake to satisfy your hunger!"

The middle-aged stall owner sighed, wrapped a baked cake in oiled paper from the stall, handed it to Xu Xiuyuan, and said quite painfully: "Zen master eat it while it's hot, I won't charge you money!"

The round monk was not polite, took the baked cake, and devoured it.

He was ugly, the opposite of his delicate appearance.

The middle-aged stall owner looked at him gobbling up, but smiled with satisfaction.

His baked cakes, which have been passed down for five generations, are really delicious, and whoever eats them will gobble it up.

The little boy also looked up from the book and looked at the round monk, his eyes full of curiosity.

But the middle-aged stall owner immediately glared at him and told him to study hard, read well, and not be distracted.

The little boy was glared at by his father like this, and buried his head in fear, not daring to look at it again.

"At the beginning of man, sex ...... Sex ......"

He still hadn't been able to read the three-character scripture in its entirety.

The round monk looked at the little boy's stupid reading appearance, shook his head, and said to the middle-aged stall owner: "The poor monk has read a few sage books and knows some truths.

Monks also have scholars, otherwise how can they understand the great truth in the Buddhist scriptures?

"Really, this Zen master, you want to take him as a student?"

The middle-aged stall owner almost cried with joy, and between his words, he had unconsciously used words like "you".

One roast cake for one teacher, which is much cheaper than ten dried bacon.

"Poor monks are not...... I want to take him as a student......"

The round monk has been traveling all over the world since the golden scale test, and the days of staying in one place will not exceed half a month, and he really can't be someone else's teacher.

He swallowed the last small piece of biscuit in his mouth, swallowed it, and then said, "Just pointing......

When the middle-aged stall owner heard this, he was inevitably a little disappointed, but he didn't lose his courtesy, so he dragged his own kid and pressed his head down, which was regarded as a teacher salute for the round monk.

The little boy got up from the snow after the ceremony, and looked straight at the round monk with his eyes.

The round monk squatted down, in line with the little boy.

The little boy looked at him crisply, and said blankly: "Sir, you are a monk, what about your nun?"

In the little boy's cognition, the monk and the nun are a couple.

Nun?

The nun of the round monk is a Xiu girl.

Miss Axiu, she's dead!

When the round monk heard this, a trace of melancholy and sadness flashed in his eyes.

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