"That shell belongs to the little water monkey, how did you get it?" The old beggar asked, knowingly, shaking his head.
"A kid in town gave it to me," the old monk said.
He reached out and pulled out the two arrows from his buttocks. The wounds were not deep, only the flesh.
"All the children in the town are like this, naughty and mischievous." The old beggar said, "I was also punished by them. The bowl I bought for twenty guan broke."
"Twenty-ounce bowl?!" The old monk looked at him in surprise.
"If you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools." The old beggar said, "My bowl is not bad, and it is more valuable than that one. How about I give it to you and you can help me cure my illness?"
"No need," the old monk waved his hand. He didn't learn from the experience, so asking for a bowl would be of no use.
"Brother," the old monk hesitated, "I'll tell you the truth. It's not that I won't treat you. It's mainly that my medicines have adverse reactions."
The old beggar raised his voice, "Then my neck..."
The old monk was deeply afraid that Ye Zigao and the others would hear it, so he quickly interrupted him, "You can also use medicine. If we change it to a smaller one, wouldn't the side effects be the same?"
"What's the meaning?"
"I will give you medicine until the adverse reactions can be ignored, like mine..."
The old monk patted his head and said, "If you search all the monks in the world, you can't find one who shaves his head as cleanly as I do."
"Ah?" The old beggar subconsciously touched his head, which was knotted because he hadn't washed it for a long time.
"It's better to go bald", the old monk took the opportunity to advise: "Wash your hair together with your face, it saves trouble."
"Okay, then, let's take another pill." The old beggar had no choice but to do this. It was better to keep his head bald than to tilt his head all the time.
After taking the medicine, the old beggar looked at the old monk with admiration, "I found that you are really good at business!"
"Brother, why did you say this?" The old monk was surprised.
"Other doctors are just like Xuan Hu Ji Shi, making a living by diagnosing and treating patients one by one. It's better for you to hold on to a person and not let go until his hair is pulled out. Brother, you are really dark."
The beggar said and couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
The old monk was a little proud at first, but then he became weak.
"Don't mention it now. Look at my current injury. I wonder what kind of torture is waiting for me tomorrow." The old monk said helplessly.
…
When the sun withdrew its last ray of light, the sky gradually darkened.
Yu Sheng and his aunt went out for a walk, grazing cattle by the way, and met Li Zheng and others on the ridge of the field. After chatting for a while, they returned together.
The bells on the cow's neck, the sound of the waterwheel slowly turning, and after walking onto the stone bridge, the cows and people are reflected in the water, forming a leisurely and comfortable pastoral picture.
Compared with the days of running around in the middle wasteland, I still prefer this kind of life for the rest of my life.
It's just that the sun in the sky has been reminding him for the rest of his life that he still has a mother who is always on fire.
But Yu Sheng had already thought of a way.
When he had accumulated enough faith points, he planned to use the rules to make an arrow out of ice, ride a salted fish up to the sky, and shoot an arrow at the sun.
"If you can't shoot it to death, I'll scare it to death." Yu Sheng said to his aunt.
My aunt feels that the rest of her life is a fantasy.
"The three-legged crow's radiant heat makes it difficult for gods and immortals to approach, let alone being far away from the ground. How can you shoot it with an arrow? Even if you have such power, you must have such a magical bow.
, an ordinary bow simply cannot withstand that kind of force." said the aunt.
Lao Niu, who was following behind, also sneered at Yu Sheng's bad idea and made a "poof" sound.
Yu Sheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, the mountain man has his own clever plan."
As for what kind of clever plan, it is not enough for outsiders to know. After all, collecting faith points is a bit unbelievable.
But as long as you have faith value, none of this will be a problem.
As long as the faith value is enough, just shoot the arrow out.
As for whether the shot can hit the sun, or whether it can scare the sun, that is a matter of the "Magic Shot" skill.
The only problem is that the faith value consumes too much.
According to the system, it's at least a million dollars.
Yu Sheng now only has over 5,000 points, which he saved thanks to Little Demon Empress Sun providing him with 1,000 faith points every day.
For the current plan, the only way is to quickly recruit eaters like Sun Xiaoyao and believers like Pig God.
Another thing is to invite diners from all over the world into the inn and collect faith points bit by bit.
Unfortunately, the "Magic Shooting" skill only lasts for fifteen days, so I'm afraid I won't be able to shoot it this time.
Fortunately, after the upgrade task is completed, Yu Sheng can permanently obtain a magical skill, and then Yu Sheng can choose the "Magic Shooting" skill again.
Only this upgrade task can be considered complete only if you become a veritable king of the middle wilderness.
From the looks of it, I have to wait a little longer for the rest of my life.
Thinking like this, Yu Sheng returned to the inn with my aunt.
After throwing the cow into the cowshed, Yu Sheng first asked if Guaizai had come back.
"No," Ye Zigao turned around and said in the midst of his busy schedule.
He was wearing an ugly face at the moment, and he was enthusiastically beating the black girl's back.
Bai Gaoxing came back from the kitchen.
When he saw Ye Zigao, he said, "If I hadn't been used to seeing dogs, I would have been frightened when I suddenly saw your face."
"Where have you been? I haven't seen you all day?" Yu Sheng poured a glass of iced grape juice for his little aunt and another glass of wine for himself.
Bai Gaoxin smiled and said nothing.
The weather is hot and people don't have much appetite, so the most popular item at the inn tonight is Yu Sheng's new mung bean jelly.
Cut the jelly into good pieces, mix it with soy sauce, vinegar and mustard and eat it. After one bite, it is cool and smooth, which is a rare enjoyment on a hot summer day.
Not only the guests of the inn, but also the folks in the town came to buy them.
Compared with those dishes with spiritual powers, this bowl of jelly is very cheap, and many villagers brought their whole families to taste it.
After eating, the folks stayed together.
It's hot right now and I can't sleep when I go back, so I might as well stay in the inn to enjoy the cool air, chat, and drink some herbal tea.
Baozi and the others were fighting back and forth among the crowd, making the inn more lively at night than during the day.
I don't know who started it, and people started telling ghost stories.
"I heard this story from my grandfather," Li Zheng said: "It is said that there was a young man who missed Sutou when he was out. When he was anxious, he saw an abandoned temple in front of him. There was nothing in it except Buddha statues.
It was better than living in the wilderness, so the young man lived in this deserted temple."
"At night, just as he was getting ready to sleep, he saw a white figure floating past the window under the moonlight..."
"Hmm~"
Just when Li was talking about this, the god of agriculture came in from outside, bringing a gust of wind that made people feel chilly.
Some people couldn't help but stop, but Ye Zi was very happy, "Tell me quickly, is a female ghost coming in and preparing to sleep with him?"
"Fuck you", the black girl kicked him and told a good ghost story, which stunned him into becoming a bastard.
Everyone can't help but complain that Ye Zi is taller.
"What are they doing?" the god of agriculture asked curiously.
Yu Sheng stood behind the counter, pouring him a glass of wine and "telling ghost stories."
"Hey, this is good, I'll go and listen to it." The God of Agriculture passed over with a glass of wine.
After a while, the voice of the God of Agriculture came from over there: "Hey, this ghost story is so scary that I don't dare to sleep at night."
For the rest of my life, I wonder if you have always been a ghost and become a ghost fairy. How can you still be scared by yourself?
After a while, when everyone was immersed in the ghost story and their interest continued, the real ghost came back.
The demon ghost grabbed a ghost with water plants and entered the inn.
"Quack", she shouted to Yu Sheng, and pushed the ghost who was clinging to him and covering his mouth in front of Yu Sheng.
"Who is this?" Yu Sheng asked curiously as he poured a glass of wine for the prostitute to soothe her throat.
"Quack," said the ghost.
"The old woman's son?" Yu Sheng was surprised and looked him up and down.
Not to mention, he was bruised and purple all over his body, and there was blood flowing from the corners of his mouth. He was really beaten to death.