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The three of them were stunned at the same time, Gui Zhuanzi, who is a weird person who claims to be a divine calculation? He is just such a kawaii monk?
Yi Xiujing twitched the corner of his mouth, stepped forward, reached out and touched the monk's head, and pinched his chubby little cheek, "Are you a ghost runner?"
The little monk frowned and looked at her with dark eyes, "Men and women are not allowed to kiss each other. Even if the little monk follows the donor in the future, the donor cannot covet the little monk." Then he looked at Qin Wan beside Yi Xiujingchi, and paused slightly, "With him, the little monk is not afraid, come in."
Qin Wan's eyes flashed slightly. Looking at the young monk about ten years old in front of him, he was the legendary ghost runner?
Speaking of which, the rumors about the ghost runner have also been in recent years.
The dilapidated courtyard is spotless. In the simple house, a small bed with a small cushion, wooden fish and wooden hammers, and a small bag. A wine pot next to the bag is extremely obvious. A slight smell of wine could be smelled before.
"Are you drinking?" Yin Su said as she picked up the wine pot, and it was empty inside. She looked at the little monk teasingly, "Are you breaking the precept?"
"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart." Yi Xiujing Chi smiled slightly. The little monk was not afraid of wine, so meat should not be taboo.
"Chichi, you should say that the child is growing," Yin Suman looked at the little monk with a joke and said, "Growing up is the most important thing."
"There is Buddha in my heart, and there are Buddhas everywhere," the little monk's face remained unchanged. He slowly walked to the bed, stuffed the small cushion and wine pot into his bag, and put the wooden fish and the hammer in his arms. "Amitabha, the little monk has packed it up, let's go."
"Go? Where are you going?" Yin Su curled her lips, stood beside the little monk, and looked at him with fun, "Little monk, I'm here to tell fortunes, where are you going?"
The little monk frowned, "The little monk is named Yiqing, Qingqing, the innocent monk, please don't call him wrong," his little head was extremely bright in the sun. Yiqing raised his eyes and touched his head, lowered his head and took out a certain green cloth hat from his arms and put it on his head. His little hand happened to touch a small hole behind the small cloth hat, raised his head and looked at Yi Xiujingchi, "It's broken."
Yi Xiujing's lips twitched and his eyelids twitched. What does this mean? If your hat is broken, it must be blue and almost washed white. How can it not be broken? But why are you looking at her like this?
"Hey... I'm looking for you, why do you think of my Chichi?" Yin Su was unhappy in an instant. All her words were ignored by the little monk, "Yiqing..."
"If you ask her to take in the little monk, the little monk will do it for you," said the little monk Yiqing's eyes, pointing at Yi Xiujingchi with his little finger, but his eyes looked at Yin Su.
"Do you want to follow me?" Yi Xiujing's red eyes flashed slightly, and a trace of evil charm appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Do you know who I am? Where did I come from?"
"The guest comes from outside the sky, and goes from outside the sky. The little monk is afraid of death and only wants to survive," the young monk Yiqing paused slightly, raised his eyes and grinned his teeth, "I counted on my fingers, a glimmer of hope is for you."
"Fearing to death? Can you figure out when you will die? Didn't you say fortune telling cannot count yourself?" Yin Su raised her eyebrows and wanted to hit Yiqing's head with a cigarette gun in her hand, but he quickly dodged away.
Yiqing's eyes flashed slightly, and his mouth slit: "Amitabha," he only wanted to live forever. If she had any mistakes in her own understanding, she could not blame the little monk, "Amitabha."
Yin Su frowned and looked at Yiqing in the dark, "Why is your hope in my house?"
"The Buddha said: I can't count." Yiqing looked up at Yin Su, and under Yin Su's expectant gaze, he said something that made her grit her teeth.
"..." Yin Su held the smoke gun in her hand, raised her hand and slapped Yiqing directly, with infinite anger in her mouth, "You little brat, I must beat you to death!"
but--
Yi Xiu Jingchi and Qin Wan looked at each other, and looked at Yin Su holding a cigarette gun and trying to hit Yiqing's head, but kept ringing Yiqing's sides, without even touching his clothes.
"Not a trace of internal force!" Qin Wan's eyes flashed through a dark light, and his voice was slightly low.
"No movement," Yi Xiujing's eyes flashed a trace of interest and slowly walked towards Yiqing. Yin Su took back the smoke gun and looked at Yiqing with surprise.
"What kind of martial arts are you doing?" Yin Su's eyes disappeared without realizing it, with only a trace of awe that arises from nowhere.
"The Buddha said, it cannot be said." The young monk Yiqing raised his little head and his white teeth were completely exposed. "Donor, the little monk gave the donor a word, everything goes with the flow, and he has a clear conscience."
Yin Su looked up at Yiqing, "Everything goes with the flow, and you have a clear conscience?" With a clear conscience, a dark light flashed through her eyes, and suddenly, she gritted her teeth, "Damn it, this is almost the same as I said!" Everything goes with the flow, and that man, man, woman, fat, thin, back and forth, could not be guarded!
"Do you want to take me in?" Yiqing looked at Yi Xiu Jingchi in front of him, and she was confused on her face. She took out a bun in the small bag for a long time and escaped a bun wrapped in oil paper. After thinking for a long time, she reluctantly handed it to Yi Xiu Jingchi, "The only stock in the little monk."
"Meat buns? You have all the wine and meat," Yi Xiujingchi did not take the meat buns, but looked in front of him with an interesting look, "You follow me first?"
Yiqingxun took back the meat bag and nodded, "Yes, follow you." He can live forever.
"What else do you know?" Yi Xiujing's eyes flashed a dark light, staring at Yi Qing, a child about ten years old, no, the little monk, is he really a legendary monk?
It was surprising that he could tell his origin.
The young monk Yiqing shook his head and opened his mouth: "The Buddha said: You can't say it." Under Yi Xiujing Chi's bright smile, he quickly continued, "The donor will let it go," he crossed his face, "Fortune telling will damage Tianhe, and it will damage the lifespan of the monk."
Yi Xiujing twitched the corners of his mouth and raised his eyelids: "You can do it for yourself, but don't you?"
The little monk who is timid and afraid of death when drinking and eating meat is really the legendary ghost operator?
Why does she think it’s so unreliable?
The little monk Yiqing shook his head and raised his face to look at Yi Xiujing Equator: "The cycle of reincarnation in the heavens is free to conclude, and there will be a cause and effect."
"Then what's the use of you?" Yi Xiujing Chi stood up straight and looked at the face of deep Qiqing in front of him with an interesting look. "Don't you want to be a pure monk?"
Yiqing's little face wrinkled and said very depressedly: "It's useful, but fortune telling and fortune-telling leaks the secrets of heaven and disturbs the harmony of heaven." He paused slightly, "As for the little monk himself, hey... because he is not a pure monk, he is determined to be a pure monk who does not violate the rules."
With a firm look and a round and chubby expression, the previous sentence is still profound, but the latter words are very funny, making people laugh and cry.
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Chapter completed!