Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty The Worldly Troubles Go Away And Empty Fast
Seeing the turkey's eyes shining, Stephen Zhou followed suit and hit the track while the railroad was hot: "Yes, Sister Chicken, there are such handsome guys on any hilltop who are causing harm to the country and the people. Why do you insist on me instead of looking at the other side?"
The world is here!"
"Listen to my brother's advice. My strategy level is too high. Try one with a lower level of difficulty. Hey, maybe it will work."
What Stephen Zhou said was very exciting and very reasonable, but after looking at Liao Wenjie for a while, the turkey looked away, and his legs became splayed.
Turkey admits that she likes to watch handsome men, just for admiration. She is not a casual woman and will not fall in love with anyone she sees.
Compared to each other, she prefers Stephen Chow.
Stephen Zhou's scalp was numb: "No, eldest sister, in terms of handsome boys, he is no worse than me!"
Well aware of the huge disparity in force value, Stephen Zhou had no delusions of using violence and persuaded him sincerely to let the turkey give up.
Turkey listened to the whole process and responded with a few words when angry.
At this moment, a man wearing a peaked cap and thick autumn clothes rode a bicycle down the hillside. A wisp of murderous intent spread out, shocking the turkey and instantly alerting him.
There is murderous intent!
The killer man rode a bicycle not far behind Stephen Zhou, threw down his bicycle, walked forward quickly, and took out the pistol in his arms.
Stephen Zhou didn't notice it at all, but Turkey pushed him away. Without thinking, he stood up and stood in front of the black hole of the gun.
In the open-air tea pavilion, Liao Wenjie narrowed his eyes slightly. This scene could be regarded as one of the purposes of his visit, to prevent the blind butterfly from flapping its wings randomly.
Bang!
With a gunshot, the turkey shot to the end, overwhelming the bewildered Stephen Zhou behind him.
When the gunfire rang out, or when the turkey stood in front of him regardless of his own safety, Stephen Zhou's mind went blank and his whole person became confused.
He didn't come back to his senses until the gunshot sounded and the turkey fell. He stared blankly at the white paper with hearts on it and subconsciously reached out to take it in his hand.
It turns out that dying for love is not an old rumor. There are really people who are willing to die for love!
The tea pavilion screamed, and Stephen Zhou woke up from his dream. He got up in embarrassment and saw the black hole of the gun pointing at him. His heart felt cold and the bullets felt cold.
There is no end to the road. Just when he closed his eyes and waited for death, a truck drove down the hillside. The driver showed no intention of slowing down and honked the horn to tell the two people blocking the road to get out of the way.
A clone of the killer man moved out of the way, and Stephen Zhou took the opportunity to jump onto the truck, holding the white paper in one hand and covering his face with the other.
The concept of love is being subverted and being reshaped.
When no one was paying attention, the body of the turkey lying on the roadside moved a few meters and landed next to the tea pavilion with the tables overturned and chairs overturned.
Liao Wenjie narrowed his eyes slightly and was stepping onto the big bar. The killer who wanted to catch up with the truck twitched all over, foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground shaking.
After finishing all this, Liao Wenjie lowered his head to look at the turkey. He stopped complaining that it looked familiar and moved away the bullet embedded in the opponent's gold tooth with a flick of his finger.
Scar face, buck teeth, big and small triangular eyes, big bloody mouth, plus a girly pink body full of maliciousness...
The appearance and temperament of the double-sword turkey is really intimidating.
She is an ascetic woman.
"I don't blame Stephen Zhou Xia for not keeping his mouth shut, but for being a poor man. For a good woman like you, we are just ordinary friends, and there is no possibility of transcendence." Liao Wenjie complained to himself, how could there be any extraordinary land gods?
It's just one color batch.
Of course, a turkey’s face is not born like this. Before it was disfigured, I can’t say how durable it is in terms of appearance, but it’s still okay to be a white-bone demon.
At least her back is first-rate, and her long legs stand out from the crowd.
A ball of water mist covered Turkey's face. Liao Wenjie squatted down and patted her shoulder, whispering: "Infatuated lover, you are lucky. Pindao will give you a chance to pursue happiness and let you stand with others."
Together at the same height, if this doesn't work..."
"Don't be disappointed, he is not good enough for you. Go to Chongguang Mental Hospital. There is a handsome guy there who is as good-looking as Stephen Chow. Coincidentally, he likes your face."
Liao Wenjie didn't really believe in the plastic surgery skills of plastic surgeons. In order to avoid causing trouble with the unpleasant butterfly wings, he simply took it upon himself to reshape Turkey's face and restore her to her true appearance.
After a while, the turkey slowly woke up and sat up on the spot, looking confused.
She vaguely heard someone saying something to her, but she couldn't remember it clearly. She slapped her forehead and suddenly remembered the killer. She jumped up on the spot and went to save Stephen Zhou, and then...
The killer was foaming at the mouth and ready to leave at any moment.
Turkey blinked, wondering what happened during his coma.
She picked up the public phone, and after experiencing the 999 failure, she remembered that this was not Hong Kong Island, so she changed three digits, and then she struggled to communicate with the person on the other side. She reported that someone had committed an attack with a gun, and then immediately became angry.
Turkey put down the phone and before taking two steps, the owner of the tea stall stepped out and blocked the way.
"Beauty, you can't use it to brush your face if you are beautiful, you have to pay for making phone calls!"
"Beauty?!"
Turkey pointed at himself, grinned and waved his hand: "Giggle, boss, you have such good eyesight, you can see even if I hide it so deeply."
On the other side, the boss was about to call the police. When he called back, he found that he had already called the police, so he had no intention of charging any more.
"By the way, boss, did you see a handsome guy who was there just now?"
"I'll leave after drinking tea."
"another."
"No, just that handsome guy."
Speaking of this, the boss looked at the turkey with some distress. The handsome guy was indeed a handsome guy, but his character was not very good. Seeing that the girl looked good, he took advantage of the opportunity of being frightened and fainting to touch her face randomly.
In other words, if he were that old, if he were young, he would definitely jump out and throw a set of punches on the spot.
"Well……"
Turkey blinked: "There is another one, but the handsome one is not so obvious, the one who quarreled with me."
"Leave by car."
…
On the other hand, Stephen Chow hitchhiked, and the more he thought about it, the sadder he became. Under the reshaping of his outlook on love, his worldview, outlook on life, etc. were also reshaped, and his thoughts changed over and over again, completely forgetting the time.
When the truck passed through a large hole, his body was ejected and rolled down the overgrown hillside.
coma.
In the grass, Liao Wenjie appeared in a flash, his fingers slightly hooked, and a thin wisp of breeze picked up, holding Stephen Zhou's body in the air.
It was getting late, and Liao Wenjie had no intention of sleeping outdoors tonight. He heard that the China Culinary Training Institute was full of talented people, and all the chefs there were talented and well-spoken, so he went straight there with Stephen Zhou.
Counting the time, it's time for dinner.
Shaolin Temple.
This Shaolin Temple in Hunan does not occupy a very large area. It does not mean that it is small, but it is not as big as Liao Wenjie imagined.
Perhaps the value of tourism resources has not yet been tapped and there has not been time to expand, or perhaps Songshan Mountain is also mini-sized and cannot accommodate a temple that is too large.
In short, the temple is a bit old, and the plaque is tattered, giving people a sense of desolation that if the wind blows, the door will fall down.
Liao Wenjie directly ignored it. As far as he knew, Master Mengwei's martial arts value was in the first echelon in the country, and his strategic value was higher than Tiancan. There was no reason why no one cared about this Shaolin Temple in a dilapidated state.
All I can say is that it was done deliberately.
Liao Wenjie placed Stephen Zhou at the door, knocked on the wooden door a few times, and before the dust settled, he flashed and went directly to the kitchen.
After a while, two monks walked out and saw Stephen Zhou covered in blood. They hurriedly stepped forward to check.
"No, this man was killed in the mountains and was scratched all over by poison ivy. He needs to be treated quickly."
"Then what are you waiting for? Take him to see the abbot quickly."
"Hurry, hurry, it's too late."
…
In the kitchen, Liao Wenjie sniffed the aroma and walked in without touching his feet.
The bald men who were cooking were so busy that they turned a blind eye to him, as if there was no such person in the kitchen.
The food in the big pot is arranged in bowls, but only a few dishes are exquisite. They are served on separate plates. They include meat and vegetables, and are extremely greasy. It is very delicious.
"Tsk, a good monk doesn't abstain from eating meat and fish. The Buddha tolerates it, but I can't tolerate it."
Liao Wenjie snorted coldly, waved his hand and swept away the exquisite dishes, not forgetting to eat one by one of the big pot of food in the basin.
After that, he took out a few empty plates and placed them on green vegetables, radish, green onions and ginger. The arrangement was very particular, and you couldn't tell that the dishes had been replaced if you weren't paying attention.
Liao Wenjie clapped his hands, said to himself "Perfect", and flashed to the Sutra Pavilion.
Learning makes people happy, and he likes reading books the most.
No one was aware of the abnormality in the kitchen. The two monks supported Stephen Zhou and rushed all the way to the abbot's house.
Wetmeng was waiting for the meat and vegetables tonight, when he suddenly saw Stephen Zhou being sent over, his brows furrowed slightly, and his fingers were counting in his sleeves.
"Amitabha, it turns out he is a person who has a predestined relationship with the Buddha."
Mengwei nodded and ordered: "Put him on the bed and remember to watch the door. The poor monk is silent and no one is allowed in."
"Abbott, what should I do with the 'Empty Fast after Worldly Troubles Go Away' you ordered?"
"Send it to the dining hall. The poor monk and the disciples will share the vegetarian meal tonight." Mengwei clasped his hands together, just like a Buddhist monk.
The two monks grinned. Frightened by the abbot's small-mindedness, the two monks did not dare to say anything. They closed the door and stood guard beside it.
Mengwei stood by the window, looked at the scars on Stephen Zhou's body, and frowned again: "This snow-white and clean thin skin and tender flesh can be pinched to make water. If you use ordinary techniques to detoxify and apply medicine, it is inevitable that it will
Leave scars..."
"That's not right. After all, he is a person who has a predestined relationship with the Buddha. The poor monk should just be a little aggrieved today."
Speaking of this, he lowered his head and lay on Stephen Zhou's body, moving his back one behind the other, up and down, and the sound of chirping was endless.
"嘤嘤~~~"
Ten minutes later, Stephen Zhou Youyou woke up and felt indescribable pain all over his body, as if he was falling apart.
Still a little cold.
Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, his memory slowly returned. He recalled the scene when he fell from the truck, and realized that he might have been saved.
It's great that there are so many kind-hearted people in the world.
“Bah, bah, bah—”
"Hissssssssss-"
"Boo~~~"
"???"
There was something wrong with the voice. Stephen Zhou felt his warm tongue sliding over his body, itching and feeling...
Still a little numb.
Unable to help himself, he imagined that an innocent girl of eighteen years old was using her mouth to help him detoxify. The girl was tall and long-legged, with a huge heart, an oval face, a high nose, and a sweet smile.
He also has a pair of big watery eyes that can talk when he blinks.
No, this is not a girl from the mountains, this is a vixen who lives in the mountains.
Turkey's face flashed through his mind, and Stephen Zhou got rid of all his distracting thoughts. He tried to raise his upper body, trying to see what the female monster who was taking off his pants looked like.
Then he saw a wretched old bald man with a beard full of saliva, looking at the three kilograms of meat on his crotch with salivation.
"you you you……"
Stephen Zhou Aba Aba is all gray. He never expected that the books are all lies. Vixens are not only female, but also male.
Also, how many days has he been in coma?
Please tell him that he was in pain like his whole body was falling apart because he fell while rolling down the mountain.
"Donor, you're awake!"
Mengwei smiled faintly, pointed at Stephen Zhou's crotch, smacked his lips and said: "Don't be afraid, it hurts a little, but it will be over soon!"