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Chapter 53 The first clue

"No! In our temple, men and women eat separate meals. It would be very difficult for us to take care of four girls!"

Wang Quan: "Master, can you speak Mandarin? The accent is too strong, even a local like me can't understand it."

"Men and women eat separate meals during fasting."

Under the sharp gazes of the monks, Wang Quan still succumbed.

"All right."

Eat them separately. Eat them separately.

When Wang Quan was surfing the Internet, he heard netizens from all over the country brag about how delicious the temple's vegetarian food was even though it was vegetarian.

Looking at the small bowl of cabbage, tofu and fried vegetables, Wang Quan couldn't help but look forward to it.

“So bland”

Wang Quan complained crazily.

Can this thing even be called a dish?

Not to mention rice porridge, it is soft, glutinous and plump. It is Wang Quan’s favorite kind of thick white porridge.

If the score is out of five, he can give it six.

But when it comes to dishes, there can’t be any more.

It's bland, without any oil or water, and almost no taste of salt.

Is this something for people to eat?

Ye Zi, Ajiu, and Xiao Luo are used to eating meals every day at home, but this kind of food is simply unpalatable!

Wang Quan put down his chopsticks, took out his mobile phone and started browsing the article section of Station A.

As he brushed and brushed, Wang Quan felt a shadow covering his upper body.

He raised his head and saw that he was an old monk.

This old monk looked about fifty or sixty years old, but his eyebrows were completely white.

His expression was kind and he said, "Little layman, why don't you eat? Is it because the vegetarian food doesn't suit your taste?"

"No, it tastes very good. The porridge is extremely delicious, but I don't have much appetite today."

Wang Quan is extremely honest.

The main thing is to respect the old and love the young.

This old monk looks like a high-level monk at first sight, and he is well-maintained. It is estimated that his real age should be over sixty or seventy years old.

Although Wang Quan is not interested in religion, he has no views on Buddhism and Taoism.

It's definitely not because the monk is over two meters tall and has eight-pack abs.

After all, Wang Quan is not an ordinary person.

The monk nodded, "It turns out that the vegetarian food is not to your taste, but we still encourage the disc movement here."

Under his gentle gaze, Wang Quan absolutely chose to respect the old and love the young.

He finished grilling the tofu, cabbage and green vegetables in a few seconds and gave a thumbs up, "It's delicious."

The monk smiled slightly and said, "Monks don't lie, so why should lay people lie?"

He looked around and whispered: "Actually, it's really unpalatable."

Wang Quan opened his mouth, "Ah this"

"If you have nothing to do at this time, layman, please come with me."

Wang Quan nodded, "Master, just lead the way."

He stood up, sent a WeChat explanation to Ye Shengge, and then followed the old monk to the back where there was a sign that said "Monk's Residence, Tourists Are Not Allowed" and stepped in.

Wang Quan felt something was wrong when he walked in. Wasn't this the last time he came?

Sure enough, when I walked into a courtyard, an old monk was already waiting here.

It’s Master Shi Yanle who added Wang Quan on WeChat.

"Senior brother, people have arrived."

The strong man nodded slightly, then turned and left.

Wang Quan sighed, "Master? What's going on this time?"

Shi Yanle smiled slightly. "The little donor is not kind. He added me for a long time, but he didn't even chat. I also liked your circle of friends a few days ago, but you didn't reply.

"I sent you a message but you didn't reply."

“I don’t play much on Moments, except for posting some pretentious content.”

Wang Quan made a quibble.

Actually, that’s not a quibble. He does this often.

I learned it from a "Neptune" friend.

It is to "package" your own circle of friends.

For example, buy some super expensive fruits that charge an IQ tax, and then post a picture? Add the sentence "A bit sour? If you eat too much, you will get angry."

Or go to a restaurant that looks super expensive at first glance, and then take pictures of the food and add nonsense words like "It tastes good, blah blah blah".

Usually you can receive a lot of likes and even comments from girls.

Really useful.

But Wang Quan basically doesn’t check who likes them? Anyway, those girls all added them to WeChat during work and blind dates? He doesn’t bother to delete them either.

Now that there are monster girls, will he care about them?

Of course, he would not go to chat with them.

It can only be said to satisfy vanity.

As for who will reply to an old monk's message if he doesn't reply?

He doesn’t believe in Buddhism, so what if the other party starts preaching enthusiastically as soon as he sees his reply.

Um?

Wang Quan suddenly realized something was wrong. "Master, are you looking for something to do with me this time?"

It’s been half a month since I became a friend? This old monk has never chatted with me.

Why did I suddenly send myself a message on WeChat today?

Something must be wrong.

"Yes." Shi Yanle asked, "Donor? Someone came to the White Horse Temple this morning."

"Well, what then?"

"He said he was a transcendent person," Shi Yanle said. "I thought he was mentally ill? So I contacted the nearby Fifth Hospital to take him away for treatment. It's so dangerous. What if the disease breaks out and hurts someone?"

We at White Horse Temple cannot afford it."

Wang Quan gave a thumbs up, "Well done, Master! Now the question is, what does this have to do with me?"

"Because I just happened to pass by when you were playing with those female lay monks, and I saw that you were wearing the same watch as his on your wrist."

Shi Yanle pointed at Wang Quan's arm, "You may not believe it, but I have also been a product delivery anchor at Kuaishou. I know a lot about smart watches. There is absolutely no brand like yours in the world.

“Three-no products don’t have the same quality as yours.”

It's a hellwalker. Wang Quan's expression also became serious, "So master, what do you want to ask? Let's first say that I take medicine on time every day, and my condition has improved."

He had already made up his mind to pick up Niu Ben and the others in the evening, solve the problem of the single man, and then start scanning pictures directly.

I was disturbed by Ji Xingyu yesterday, I can't do it again today.

Now

If the old monk decided to ask about extraordinary things, Wang Quan planned to use black and red mist to directly wash away this part of his memory.

"There's only one question I want to ask, and it's very important to me."

The old monk's expression was very serious.

Wang Quan also subconsciously became serious.

Black and red mist had even begun to condense in his left hand behind his back, and a very subtle scarlet color appeared in the depths of his eyes.

"Speaking."

"My question is," the old monk said seriously, "where did you buy this watch? I plan to purchase it and sell it during the live broadcast.

"The texture is good, the quality looks good, and it's novel. I feel the profit margin is huge."

Wang Quan: ""

Damn it, I was dazzled by this old monk.

He dispersed the black and red mist in his hands, and the scarlet in his eyes disappeared.

"It's a niche foreign brand that you don't know, but it's quite expensive."

"That's it."

Shi Yanle sighed, picked up the cup on the stone table and took a sip of tea.

Seeing that Wang Quan was still there, he asked doubtfully: "Donor, are you waiting for me to treat you to a supper?"

Wang Quan: ""

Damn! This old monk is so utilitarian!

He waved his hand and turned to leave the yard.

At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and put him on the blacklist.

After Wang Quan left, Shi Yanle's expression suddenly became dull.

The half-curved moon in the sky cast a ray of moonlight on him, and then, a ray of absolute darkness left his body, flew back to the sky along the moonlight, and disappeared in an instant.

The old monk's eyes regained clarity, he touched his bald head and murmured: "What am I doing here?"

Shaking his head, he picked up the tea cup and went back to the house to broadcast live.

Everything returned to calm, and only the bright moonlight still illuminated the land.


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