After the meal, Li Si went down the mountain and bought two jars of wine and some meat. He rarely drank alcohol in Qianjialou, and now he got addicted to alcohol again, so he drank some more. He was really disrespectful, and he actually drank meat in a pure Buddhist land. Fortunately, the old monk didn't care about him.

In the middle of the night, the Shuhunniao did not let the old monk cook anymore, but went to the kitchen to cook a few side dishes. It can be seen that she really learned a lot during this period.

The monk ate some brimmingly, then sat back to the Buddhist temple and continued to beat fish and recite scriptures.

Li Si took advantage of the wine to sit in front of the hall with the Shuhu Girl, eating and chatting, and stayed until night.

The girl of Shuhu doesn’t like to drink, so she just drank a little.

Li Si drank a lot and did not use his internal energy to remove the alcohol. He was already a little drunk.

Half of the wine was drunk, the Shuhu Girl got up and left, packed up the dishes, leaving only Li Si to continue drinking there.

"The green mountains are as old as before, and the bright moon is left in the sky."

"Wine is gone and people are relieved, it is ridiculous and absurd, tomorrow is worrying."

I don’t know how long I had been drinking it, but Li Si held up an empty bowl and sat in front of the hall and talked nonsense.

The old monk turned around, glanced at the man, shook his head, too lazy to pay attention to it.

Then the Tiger Girl came over and put a coat on Li Si and said.

"It's very late, go back to the house and don't catch a cold."

Li Si did not refuse. His wine has always been very good, which is one of the reasons why he doesn't mind getting drunk.

Apart from being nonsense, even if he is drunk, he will not cause trouble.

"Yeah..." Li Si should have a drunken face, and put down the bowl, leaned against the railing, responded drunkenly.

The Tiger Girl sighed softly, turned around and nodded to the old monk, then carried Li Siheng up and sent him to the backyard.

I don’t know if it was the reason for the light skills, but the Tiger Girl felt that Li Si’s body was very light, so light that it seemed that a gust of wind would float away. It made people unable to catch or touch it.

Li Si still hummed and muttered some nonsense that people couldn't understand. The Tiger Girl sent him back to the room.

The room was a little dark and there was no light. Because of the direction, the moonlight could not shine in, and there was only a little dizziness that spread beside the window.

The female general of the Tiger, Li Si, placed Li Si on the bed, but at this time, Li Si suddenly chanted.

"Swallow Branch..."

This is the name of his wife in his previous life, and she is Jiang Yanzhi.

The hands of the Shuhu girl trembled, and she could hear that this was a woman's name.

But she continued to spread the quilt and covered Li Si's body.

Standing beside the bed, she looked at Li Si with her eyes down. After a long time, she sat down, reached out to pat his chest, and responded softly.

"Yeah, I'm here."

I don’t know if it was really possible to hear it, but a smile appeared on Li Si’s face, but he smiled a little dull, with a little regret and a little guilt.

"I'm sorry..." he said, with deep fatigue in his words.

"It's okay." The Tiger Girl smiled lightly, lowered her eyes and responded.

"I blame me for not keeping my own things well, so I told you to steal it."

After saying that, she bent down, lit Li Si's forehead with her lips, then got up and left the room.

Next to the bed, the moonlight was still vague, the evening breeze was blowing, and no one talked about it anymore.

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The next morning, Li Si got up early. He didn't know why. He was drunk yesterday, but inexplicably felt that he was sleeping well.

When he was free, he went to the back mountain, cut down a few suitable bamboos, and sat in the yard making bamboo flutes.

The old monk passed away sat under the dead tree in the yard that he didn't know whether it was dead or alive, plucking the rosary in his hand and silently chanting the Heart Sutra.

Li Si should be really idle. While drilling holes for the bamboo in his hand, he asked with the old monk with a smile.

"I said to the monk who passed away, what kind of sutra do you usually recite?"

Li Si is a rotten wood, and the old monk had long said this. He lived with the old monk for so many years and was influenced by Buddhist principles every day, but he still had no Buddha nature and was even absent-minded about Buddhist things. In the Buddhist scriptures, there was nothing he could listen to except the sutra of rebirth.

Under the old tree, the old monk paused his fingers with the beads. After a while, he opened his eyes helplessly and replied to Li Si.

“The Heart Sutra of Mahaprajna Paramita.”

"Oh, I thought you would recite some more profound scriptures." Li Si sat under the eaves of the yard, lowered his head and blew off the debris from the bamboo and wood, compared the left and right, and after confirming that it was correct, he continued to drill the next hole with the stamp in his hand.

The old monk sighed, feeling that it was a waste of time to talk about Buddhist principles to Li Si. He re-plucked the rosary in his hand and said lightly.

"The Buddhist scriptures do not have a profound or not. If you understand your thoughts, you will realize it. If you have a lot of thoughts, you will not realize it."

He didn't care whether Li Si could listen or not. Anyway, if he said too much, Li Si wouldn't listen.

He knows quite well about this child he has raised since childhood. He is quick-minded, depressed, and obsessed with the appearance of things. Although he can understand it, he is willing to be obsessed with it. He is not a seedling of Buddhism at all. Or in a word of insult, Li Si is simply a fool and has no connection with Buddha.

I heard that Yuan Nian wanted to introduce him to Shaolin Temple. Humph, I thought it was a fool who met a fool who met a fool. If all Buddhists were like this, it would be over.

"so."

Li Si responded in a mess, but he didn't listen.

But then, his eyes moved again, and he looked at the monk passing away with a smile and said.

"But isn't this sutra a scripture to clear the mind and calm the mind and chant the evil spirits? Why, old monk, you are so old and still have distracting thoughts? Tell me quickly, are you interested in any teacher from which family?"

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The old monk didn't say anything, but felt that a blue vein on his forehead seemed to be leaping. It is undeniable that Li Si never missed since he was a child.

But the monk was a monk after all. After chanting a few more Heart Sutras, he suppressed the anger in his heart and continued to say to Li Si calmly.

"I don't talk about this. Speaking of Mr. Li, I heard that your martial arts have made progress recently?"

"Well, yes, what's wrong?" Li Si still lowered his head and fiddled with the bamboo flute, but he had not felt the danger approaching.

"It's nothing, I just think it's not easy for Mr. Li to have such cultivation at such an age."

The old monk said with a smile, his eyes closed slightly, and he looked like a monk with a wide robe and big sleeves, and his face was merciful.

"Why don't we practice later?"

"Okay." Li Si replied subconsciously.

Then, his hand was already there, and a drop of cold sweat slowly dripped from his forehead.

At this time, he seemed to have realized what he had agreed to.

"Gudu." Unconsciously swallowed, Li Si raised his head stiffly and looked at the old monk.

"Well, what happened just now, won't we count it?"

"No."
Chapter completed!