"Feng Yi, Jia Le, go say good night to the founder." Taoist Master Simu's brows jumped when he heard the chanting sound next door, and his tone was not very good.
Feng Jiale did not dare to disobey Taoist Master Simu's opinion at this time, so he ran to ask for his blessing in dejection.
After saying goodbye, Feng Yi stood up directly, but found that Jiale was a little distracted. Looking sideways, he found that he was looking at Jingjing next door in a daze, his eyes full of melancholy and depression.
Oh, what a silly boy trapped in love.
He sighed and returned to the room minding his own business.
Master Yixiu's sutra chanting ended very late, but Feng Yi realized that he was about to break through the third level of the basic cultivation method, so he concentrated so much that he automatically blocked it. Unfortunately, Taoist Master Four Eyes was not so lucky.
This can’t be blamed on Taoist Master Simu losing his temper and finishing his chanting at twelve o’clock in the evening. As a result, Master Yixiu got up again after the rooster crows to recite morning prayers. He slept for up to four or five hours a day. Who can stand this thing?
It's no wonder that Taoist Priest Four Eyes doesn't like Master Yixiu. This aspect plays a big factor.
Early the next morning, when Feng Qi came to practice, Master Yixiu next door had already begun to recite morning prayers.
"You are really dedicated." Feng Yi shook his head with a smile and began to become familiar with his step fighting.
After this period of intensive practice, the footwork became more and more proficient, but the more proficient he became, the more surprised he was. Every time he had new insights, the founder who created this footwork was so awesome.
Before the lap was completed, the angry roar of Taoist Master Four Eyes came from the room: "It's so annoying, I can't stand it anymore."
Not long after, he saw the hurried Taoist priest Simu walking past with a wooden box in his arms.
"Uncle Master, where are you going?" Feng Yi couldn't help but ask.
Taoist Master Four Eyes held the box and turned to him and said: "Buy a house!"
When Feng Yi heard this, he sighed with emotion. After all, it was his uncle. He knew that buying a house would benefit future generations a hundred years ago, but it is so remote here. What is there to buy?
When he saw Taoist Master Four Eyes opening the door next door aggressively, he realized: Uncle Master is looking for Master Ikkyu to buy a house!
I must have returned in vain this time. Master Ikkyu is a monk, and he is willing to settle in this remote place. He is very different from some fair-weather monks. How can he take gold and silver in his eyes?
Forget it, let's go and have a look.
After completing this circle of steps, Feng Yi calmed down the breath in his body and stepped forward to follow.
Before anyone arrived, I heard Taoist Master Simu's loud voice: "Monk, come here!"
Master Yixiu smiled when he saw the other party: "Brother Taoist is a rare visitor. It is a sin to come and pay my respects so early."
Master Yixiu greeted everyone with a smile, but Taoist Master Simu was not in such a good mood. He shouted in a cold voice: "Shut your mouth, how much does it cost, I will buy your house, so that you will not make me unable to sleep!"
Master Yixiu was a little stunned and didn't quite understand what Taoist Master Four Eyes meant.
Taoist priest Simu groaned, put the box on the table, opened it, revealed the golden gold bars inside and said, "Tell me, how much does it cost?"
Even Feng felt dizzy when he saw this scene, let alone Master Yixiu. He stretched his neck and took a look into the box and said in surprise: "I didn't expect, brother Taoist, that you have so many gold bars."
"Why, you still want to take it?" Taoist Priest Simu said after closing the box and staring at the other party with an unkind look.
"hehe."
Master Yixiu smiled: "Brother Dao, aren't we good neighbors? In this vast sea of people, it is fate that you and I meet. How can fate be bought with money?"
Gee, if these words were placed in the 21st century and placed on the domineering male number one and the gentle male number two, I don’t know how many women would scream for it.
It's a pity that a monk or a Taoist priest doesn't look very good and has no sense of beauty at all.
Taoist Priest Four Eyes was unmoved. He raised his head and turned away proudly. He snorted coldly and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't tell me such nonsense. Tell me, what on earth do you want to do to move away?"
Master Yixiu smiled casually and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, this poor monk plans to knock on sutras and recite Buddha's name here until he passes away."
"Okay, since you said so, I will stare at you with my eyes wide open to see when you will die." Taoist priest Simu realized that this time was in vain, and he hugged the box and prepared to stand up.
Then, his eyes fell on a clay figurine on the table that was modeled after Master Yixiu. He rolled his eyes and had an idea in his mind. Just as he was about to pick up the clay figurine, Feng Yi walked over and said, "Uncle Master, you
Let's go back first, I'll talk to the master."
"What are you talking about? You can't buy him with so much money, how do you expect to make his conscience discover it with a few words!"
With Feng Yi by his side, Taoist Master Four Eyes felt embarrassed to tease Master Yixiu with the clay figurine again. He glared at Feng Yi in an unhappy mood and left angrily.
Feng Yi breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and said to himself: Uncle Master, I am here to prevent you from making mistakes. You want to use magic to trick the master. Is the master made of clay and can be flattened and rounded by you?
You still have the temper of a child at such an old age. Fortunately, you have profound moral principles. Otherwise, I don’t know how many times you would have ‘died’…
"Good morning, Master."
Just now Taoist Priest Four Eyes and Master Yixiu were quarreling with each other, Feng Yishi
I didn't have time to say hello, so I just have to make up for it now.
"Good morning, Feng Yi." Master Yixiu didn't have a close relationship with Feng Yi, but he could see that this young man was motivated and hard-working, and he had a good impression of him.
Feng Yi thought about his words and said: "Master, please forgive me Meng Lang. Since I came here, I have found that the relationship between you and my uncle has not been very friendly. After observing this period, I think it is the schedule of the two of you.
There is a conflict…
To be honest, my uncle has a lazy temperament and likes to sleep in, but you recite the evening menstruation and the early morning menstruation every day, which affects his rest, and his temper will naturally become much more irritable.
I would like to ask you to modify the time for chanting, can you?"
Master Yixiu frowned when he heard this. Taoist Master Four Eyes had responded to him, but every time he spoke, his tone was very aggressive and a bit bossy. Naturally, he didn't like it and didn't take it to heart.
Now that Feng Yi had put the issue out in a completely discussion-like tone, it would be unjustifiable for him to ignore it again.
"It's not impossible to change the time for chanting, but I've become accustomed to the current time over the years. I'm afraid I won't be able to change it in a short time.
Habit."
When Feng saw the master saying this, he felt relieved, as long as the other party was willing to make concessions.
Anyway, when he is not sleeping in, the other party can recite sutras at any time. He is more concerned about Taoist Master Simu, but he has endured it for so many years, and he can accept it if he can endure it for a while longer.
So he smiled slightly and said: "Master, it's good that you can say that. If it doesn't work in one day, you can wait for ten days. If it doesn't work in ten days, you can wait for a month. By then, you and my uncle will put aside their old grudges. It will also be a great merit for me.
