Ye Xiaochuan felt that he had really failed as a human being. He was ranked third in the Cangyun Sect's martial arts competition and was the seed contestant to compete in the Duantian Cliff martial arts competition. However, just a few days after he came down the mountain, he was so depressed that he begged for a bite from the nun he hated most in his life.
To eat, this is simply the greatest insult to oneself.
I thought about how after going down the mountain, I met a giant black bear, was blocked and robbed by Yun Qiyou in Xifeng City, almost died when I met Hai Bodhi in the Yangtze River, lost my Qiankun bag, and drifted naked in the Yangtze River holding a big log for four or five days.
I finally made a fortune, but last night the master used the Five Ghosts to Luck Money and stole it all.
Especially when I lost my Qiankun storage bag, which contained all my belongings and unfinished red fruits, it made my body ache just thinking about it.
The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and he began to curse Yun Qiyoulai in his heart.
The fact that I am in such a miserable state today is all caused by this female robber. Every time I make a fortune, the money somehow ends up in Yun Qiyou's pocket.
After cursing a few times in his mind, the guy began to sigh again, thinking to himself that he seemed to be in poverty all his life. As long as he had more than five hundred taels of silver, he would not spend the whole night on his body, and he had not covered himself with heat. He would either be robbed or raped.
steal.
"Are you destined to be a beggar for the rest of your life?"
He is mentally unbalanced, so why can't he live a life of good food and clothing?
With a pair of hard-working hands, I get up early and work hard every day, thinking about how to steal other people's things. When I was at Cangyun Sect, how many brain cells did it take to steal the property of the cultivator without being caught?
Why can't I, a hard-working working man, have wonderful wealth? I made a fortune by reselling timber without stealing or robbing, but in the end, I was evacuated by the Five Ghost Moving Technique.
On the contrary, that Yun Qiyou, who had not done any work all day, had a cold and stinky face, holding her sword on the moon platform and Qingluan Pavilion, looking at the spring and autumn, became rich overnight, and became a poor person.
Suddenly she became a wealthy little woman.
No justice!
Ye Xiaochuan muttered three unreasonable words, which was overheard by the round-faced little bhikshuni next to him. The pretty little nun leaned on the broom and tilted her head to look at Ye Xiaochuan.
Ye Xiaochuan glanced at her and said: "What are you looking at? I don't have flowers on my face! Don't look at me! If you meet a nun, you will lose in any bet. Please keep a distance of more than three feet from me!"
"ill."
This little nun was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and her Buddhist heart was not firm yet. After saying she was sick, she continued to sweep the floor.
Ye Xiaochuan groaned and said: "You are the only one who is sick, and the illness is not serious. You said that you, a pretty little girl, can't do embroidery in your boudoir and find a good man to marry.
Instead, I come to this nunnery to be a nun, eat bran and vegetables all day long, stay with the ancient Buddha Qingdeng every day, and can’t drink or get married. I can’t even have a mortal heart. Is this boring life interesting? "
The little nun was also angry, threw the broom, blushed, pinched her waist with her hands, and said: "What do you know? I am practicing here to seek immortality. What do the flies and dogs in the world have to do with me!"
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Ye Xiaochuan chuckled and said: "I won't quarrel with you. We have different beliefs and ideas. We have the same virtues as Yang Jiu, but Yang Jiu is much smarter than you. No matter how much she wants to become an immortal, she has never become a nun.
I want to be a nun in my nunnery. Little girl, you don’t have enough spiritual energy to make great achievements in cultivation. You will probably spend your whole life here. Otherwise, you can return to secular life. I know many young talents and I can introduce them to you. You pick the best one.
Good husband... Hey, don't go, I haven't finished speaking yet... It's really rude."
The little nun hid her face and ran away. It could almost be said that she was running away. She was young and had only been in Jishi Temple for two years. She was only at the third level of Guiyuan Realm now. The Buddha's heart was very fragile. She was affected by Ye Xiaochuan's nonsense.
, causing chaos in the Buddha's heart, I'm afraid it will affect the foundation of my cultivation. If I don't run away now, how long will it take?
After a while, the little nun who had gone in to inform Master Xuanhui came out and said to Ye Xiaochuan: "Almsgiver Ye, abbot please."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "I don't want to see her. Where is your guest room? I haven't slept for a long time. I'm so tired now. Just take me to the guest room. By the way, prepare some fast food for me. I'm so hungry."
Ye Xiaochuan is very thick-skinned. While he looks down on silly nuns, he still begs for food and drinks without any shame at all.
But what he said came from the bottom of his heart: he didn't want to see Master Xuanhui.
Yesterday at dusk, we met at the Medicine Buddha Hall in the north. Master Xuanhui’s pair of Buddhist heavenly eyes that could almost see through people’s hearts made Ye Xiaochuan feel very uncomfortable. He could just stay here and eat and drink. It would be better if he didn’t have such a high level of Buddhist practice.
It's better to deal with nuns who are good at measuring.
The little nun didn't force herself and led Ye Xiaochuan to the guest room. The guest room was located on the outskirts of Jishi Nunnery and was usually used for pilgrims to stay temporarily, but it was only limited to the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. Now the guest rooms were all empty.
Ye Xiaochuan entered a guest room. There was only a bed, a table, a few shabby chairs, and not even a mirror. It could not be described as a house with only four walls.
Ye Xiaochuan curled his lips and said secretly in his heart: "Ji Shi'an has red walls and gold tiles, it is resplendent, and the Buddha has been painted with gold paint several times. It doesn't look like someone who is short of money. Why do you treat guests so shabbily?"
The little nun was self-aware. She clasped her hands and said, "Monks should be the masters of spiritual practice, so the nunnery is very simple. Please don't take it to heart."
It would be nice to have a tile to cover your head. Ye Xiaochuan is a poor man, and poor men cannot be picky. If he had money, he would have gone to the city to live in a luxurious hotel, and would not have come to seek refuge with the nun he hated the most.
He waved his hand and said: "It's okay, as long as you have a place to live."
The little nun said: "Donor Ye, please take a good rest here. The meal will be delivered to you soon."
The accommodation was not great, but the food was good. Although there was no oil or water, every vegetarian dish was very unique, such as mapo tofu and jade cabbage. Ye Xiaochuan tasted it like a big restaurant.
After eating seven or eight white-flour steamed buns in a row, he patted his belly and sent the little nun away, lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.
He was really tired. He had been drifting on the Yangtze River since he was in danger on the Wolaiye reef five or six days ago. He couldn't sleep even lying on a big log. He left the Yang Mansion in a hurry just as he was about to fall asleep last night. Now,
He became a pauper again, but he no longer felt any psychological pressure. After eating, he fell asleep.
His plan was to rest in Ji Shi'an for a few days and inquire about the whereabouts of Baili Yuan. He estimated that Baili Yuan would definitely come down the Yangtze River to look for him, and might reach Hanyang City in a day or two.
Without Stealing Immortal Yuan, the male and female duo he established would not be complete. Therefore, in Ye Xiaochuan's view, the top priority now is not to make money, but to complete the staged master competition with Baili Yuan.
One person can plan the shortcomings, and two people can plan the long-term. If two people make plans together, they will not become a beggar.
:鸢: Yuan, the first sound, has the same pronunciation as Yuan.
