During the battle with Fang Xie in the Yang Domain, all kinds of monsters and monsters appeared, and Jiang Wang had to deal with them carefully.
He immediately stopped practicing and followed Dugu Xiao to the front yard.
He himself has no good channels for the time being, so he has entrusted Chongxuan Shengdai to buy a pulse-opening pill to use in Dugu Xiao's pulse-opening pill as promised before, and it will be completed in the near future.
Jiang Wang didn't even bother with the layout of this courtyard, it was all managed by Dugu Xiao.
He didn't care much about these, but he did feel much more comfortable.
Visitors are waiting in the front yard.
This is a skinny, yellow-faced old monk, wearing coarse linen robes and a pair of open-toed straw sandals. The exposed toes are clearly covered in black dirt.
When Jiang Wang looked at him, he also looked at Jiang Wang.
"Why are you here, Master?" Jiang Wang asked.
The yellow-faced old monk saluted with one palm: "This poor monk came here due to fate."
Jiang Wang didn't bother to challenge him or engage in any confrontation with him. He only said deliberately: "If it's alms, I can arrange a fast meal."
The yellow-faced old monk nodded: "That's it, it's time for you to donate."
Jiang Wang:……
If it was just for alms, Dugu Xiaozi would have already arranged it.
The old monk must have some other purpose for waiting until this moment.
What's more, his popularity may be there or not, and his cultivation is unfathomable.
Jiang Wang didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so he tried his best to restrain his curiosity when the enemy was unknown. So he deliberately used alms to block him, but he didn't expect the old monk to use the slope to get off the donkey.
I really want to beg for alms!
After all, Jiang Wang is also the master of Qingyang Town, so he can still afford a fast meal.
Just staring at the stack of bowls getting higher and higher, Dugu Xiao's face didn't look so good.
She was used to living a hard life and knew how to be diligent and frugal in running a household. In the past, she had never seen monks asking for alms, usually just a bowl of vegetarian rice and a few green vegetables.
How many bowls of rice are there? Five dishes of vegetables!
But Jiang Wang didn't speak, so she had no choice but to endure it.
On the contrary, when I went to the kitchen, I quietly told him to sprinkle more salt, so that the monk who was reincarnated as a starving ghost would be full of salt and not eat more.
The yellow-faced old monk was very pious when he was eating, and he didn't speak a word. He stared at the food intently, chewing each bite slowly. He looked at it carefully, but he didn't eat slowly.
The dishes were gradually stacked high, and the cook was so tired that he changed them.
Jiang Wang couldn't possibly let such a strong man with unknown origins do whatever he wanted, so he kept his patience and stayed by his side.
It is inconvenient to explore the fog of ignorance, but it is no problem to just sit like this and cultivate Daoyuan.
When the number of empty bowls increased to forty and the number of empty plates reached nine, the yellow-faced old monk stopped his chopsticks, touched his belly, and breathed a sigh of contentment.
"Master, have you used it yet?" Jiang Wang asked.
"You can't use all your power, and you can't enjoy all your blessings." The old monk said solemnly: "Eat half full, you must practice moderation."
"……Been taught a lesson."
The yellow-faced old monk glanced at him with a cowardly expression on his face.
Dugu Xiao couldn't stand it, so he helped the servants remove the dishes and hid outside.
"Amitabha." The yellow-faced old monk saluted with one palm. Only then did he remember to introduce himself: "Old monk is suffering from pain. I think the donor must also be like thunder."
As far as Li is concerned, this monk is so old that he should not be treated lightly unless it is too excessive.
Although Jiang Wang had never heard of Master Kujue at all, he also cooperated and said: "Master's reputation is spread far and wide. I must have heard about it. I didn't know that Master is coming this time..."
"It's all fate!"
The yellow-faced old monk’s dry and wrinkled face seemed to relax: “Old monk and you are destined!”
Before Jiang Wang could speak, the old monk Kujue said again: "Everyone knows that the old monk is a reasonable person."
He looked at Jiang Wang up and down, and the more he looked at his eyes, the happier he became: "How can this old monk accept your favor of a meal for free?"
Jiang Wang said "You're welcome" before he said it.
The yellow-faced old monk has already said: "I will pass on your mantle!"
"You just pack your things and follow me to the temple. I will teach you everything I have learned in my life. In less than thirty years, I will be like the old monk and be respected by the world! That's all, I have been a monk for generations, and there is nothing good about it.
Pack it up and leave now..."
He said that he had already come to pull Jiang Wang.
"Wait...wait!"
Jiang Wang jumped far away in one step.
Are you crazy?
I am an eighteen-year-old Tenglong Realm master, Qi Ting Shi Feng Qingyang Town Male. I need talent, strength, and potential, and my power is also developing.
Why do you think so blindly that you want me to leave all this behind and become a monk with you?
If it weren't for the fact that the old monk had some cultivation skills and didn't act like a pure fool, Jiang Wang would have walked away long ago.
My mind was in a mess, but I still maintained basic politeness on my face: "Master, maybe there is some misunderstanding? I have no intention of becoming a monk!"
The old monk Ku Jue looked very dissatisfied: "If you don't have any plans now, how could you know that you won't have any plans in the future?"
"..."
I don’t know myself, do you know?
Jiang Wang said as calmly as possible: "Not now, and probably not in the future."
"You can only represent who you are now, but not who you will be in the future." Old monk Jueku said and walked over: "Don't waste time, hurry up and become a disciple!"
Jiang Wang cautiously withdrew again, feeling a little dissatisfied: "Master, please respect yourself and don't mess around."
"You kid, why don't you listen to my advice?" Jue Ku's brows knitted together: "This old monk is a veteran, how could he lie to you? Before he entered Buddhism, he was wearing bright clothes and angry horses. He thought he had infinite glory, but his glory was just in vain.
Everything in the world has been ups and downs. After taking refuge in my Buddha, I finally gained supreme peace!"
Jiang Wang couldn't help but look at his linen monk's robe, and then at his straw sandals with exposed toes.
Although he is not as particular about enjoyment as Zhao Rucheng, he does not live in such a perfunctory way.
If this is "tranquility"... it's really unnecessary.
Noticing Jiang Wang's gaze, he frowned even deeper: "Can't you see through the worldly wealth and passing clouds?"
Jiang Wang said in a dull voice: "I don't have wisdom."
"..."
Finally it was the old monk's turn to remain silent.
The yellow-faced old monk was silent for a while, then reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth: "It doesn't matter, I'm accustomed to turning stone into gold."
This person is as thick-skinned as Kunpigu, and there is no agreement at all here. He actually calls himself a "teacher".
"You don't need to point me down, I'm real gold!"
The word "master" did not leave him with a good memory. So far, he has only truly acknowledged Dong A. From the initial wariness, to the later trust, to the final deception...
Jiang Wang was aroused and felt proud. He didn't want to accompany him anymore, so he turned around and walked out.
But somehow, after taking a few steps, my eyes fixed and I found that I was back to where I was!
What method is this?
He didn't even notice it!
Jiang Wang pressed his sword and folded his body: "Master, what do you mean?"
"Good disciple, don't fight or fight with the master, no one is big or small."
Kujue said, stretching his hand forward.
His feet didn't move, but the Sauvignon Blanc was already in his hands. Before Jiang Wang could even react, his hands were empty!
He who wields the sword loses his sword, and he who makes a decision loses his life!
"The sword is good! But it's too fierce!" Ku Jue held the sword in front of him and stretched out his hand to brush it slightly: "I have gained a good disciple today. I am a master who has nothing to offer, so I will help you suppress it!"
A ray of Buddha's light flashed over Sauvignon Blanc, and as soon as the pain was gone, Jiang Wang didn't notice the process, and his sword returned to his hand.
He lives with this sword day and night and becomes one mind.
I haven't seen any changes in the Sauvignon Blanc, but I do feel that there is something different.