Monk Gao said nothing, but just looked at Tan Menghe with a smile on his face.

This made Tan Menghe even more embarrassed.

So he found an excuse and walked away directly.

Monk Gao stared at Tan Menghe's departure back and sighed softly when he walked away.

Seeing this, Yu Qiao wanted to change the topic.

These two people are clearly "Does are different and they do not plan for each other". In addition, listening to their casual attitude in speaking undoubtedly shows that these two people have known each other for many years.

He is an outsider, so it is better not to get involved.

Unexpectedly, Monk Gao turned around and asked him: "Scholar, you should know what the mouse here refers to?"

Yu Qiao hesitated, he thought for a while before tentatively replied: "Is it the person who digs the tomb and hunts for treasure?"

"Well, then how do you think of my old friend?" Monk Gao asked immediately.

In this world, stealing someone’s graves is not just about encountering zongzi. What else can it be except for seeking death? Yu Qiao couldn’t help but think so sincerely, but if he thinks like this in his heart, he must not say that. So Yu Qiao said ambiguously: “In the eyes of Xiaosheng, Mr. Tan should be a lucky person who has his own appearance…”

"That's a big deal..." The monk Gao didn't want to take Yu Qiao's words, and then slapped himself twice, folded his hands together, and said, "Namo Amitabha, I have sinned, sinned, and have violated the precepts again!"

After saying that, the monk Gao put his hand on Yu Qiao's shoulder and said, "Scholar, don't you say you want to invite me to dinner with your master?"

When you hear the string song, you will know the meaning of elegance. Yu Qiao immediately said, "It's a young student, it's not, but I just don't know what kind of dishes that monk Gao likes?"

"I don't avoid eating, it's not enough to be vegetarian." Monk Gao waved his hand, looking like I'm not picky about food.

Yu Qiao: "…"

This is really not a ban on food!

As he complained in his heart, Yu Qiao took Monk Gao to a nearby restaurant with a serious look on his face.

This restaurant is famous for its Qigu Po, which is very famous in Qufu area. Many people have come from afar to buy wine in order to come to this restaurant.

Yu Qiao asked the waiter to cut five kilograms of cooked beef for them, and out of curiosity, he ordered a pot of wine. He was reluctant to spend money before, but he had never drunk these seven glasses of wine poured from the restaurant. Now he had to try it.

Furthermore, he was beaten!

From now on, he is a scholar!

Shouldn’t you drink a glass of joy in life? And how can ordinary wine be done? It must be good wine!

Finally, Yu Qiao and Monk Gao both helped each other out drunk and helped each other out.

Seven cups poured, it is worthy of being seven cups poured...

This is Yu Qiao's only thought in a daze.

He ordered a pot of wine!

This restaurant owner is not bragging about wolf-smoking and bragging...

Then, when Yu Qiao woke up, he was in the wilderness, with the surrounding thatched grass very high, and some of it penetrated into his nostrils.

Yu Qiao pulled open the thatch that penetrated his nostrils, looked around in the moonlight, and then saw the monk Gao who was sleeping like a dead pig.

"Hogh...hugh..."

This is the snoring of monk Gao.

Yu Qiao touched his purse, the money was still there, and then looked at his clothes, with some wrinkles, but it was not messy.

"How did I come?" Yu Qiao was confused. Has he been drunk?

Then, have you been here with the monk Gao?

So where is this?

Yu Qiao looked at it strangely and felt a little familiar.

"I woke up much earlier than this idiot." Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from above behind him.

Yu Qiao was startled and looked at it.

Suddenly, he saw a thin face, like a skin wrapped in a skull, which looked particularly creepy under the moonlight. If it weren't for the white eyebrows blowing through the eyelids and the neatly trimmed white beard on his chin, it would have eased the horror brought by this face, and it would definitely make people think that this is not a human being.

"Master?" Yu Qiao quickly got up and bowed to the man.

Although this was the first time he heard this person speak, he was very familiar with the person's appearance.

This is the master of Monk Gao.

Yu Qiao had seen it that day as if he was a mummy, so he didn't look unnatural at this moment.

"Namo Amitabha!" The old monk clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name in response to Qiao's gift.

Yu Qiao was about to ask how he and Monk Gao got here, but the old monk said, "That day I saw the scholar was a dying person. I didn't want to see him again today, and the scholar had already had bad luck."

Upon hearing this, Yu Qiao couldn't help feeling a little excited.

As expected.

He thought for a moment, and the old monk just signaled the monk Gao to give him the string of Buddhist beads, and then without saying a word, he asked, "Master, I have been living a little for a few days before that day, so I won't talk to me too much."

The old monk nodded slightly, and a hoarse voice rang out: "It's good for the scholar to understand. Why should the dying person say too much? It's just a matter of asking for trouble if he says too much."

Yu Qiao was stunned, but he didn't expect that the old monk was so honest.

Immediately, Yu Qiao sincerely thanked: "The young student can save his life thanks to the master's string of Buddhist beads!"

However, what Yu Qiao did not expect was that the old monk avoided it all at once.

He looked in shock.

The old monk shook his head slightly, then said in a hoarse voice: "That string of Buddhist beads is not a Buddhist treasure. Judging from the black evil between the scholar's eyebrows that day, the string of Buddhist beads will make you die at most three or five days later, and it will not be called the thing that pesters you back. You can survive by yourself."

Speaking of this, the old monk stretched out a hand and pointed at Yu Qiao.

Yu Qiao couldn't help but be stunned again.

What he relies on is the purification skills he carries.

Whether it is already suffering or about to hit, as long as it is not conducive to his influence, it can be instantly lifted.

But at this time, the old monk said, "Scholar, you have a destiny to be with me Buddha."

Yu Qiao did not hesitate and bowed.

"Disciple Yu Qiao, a Yu family in Qiongshan County, was lucky enough to be named on the provincial examination list yesterday, so I asked my master to take it to his disciple!"

He is still thinking about how to become a disciple!

God really helped him!

The old monk had a calm expression, and his expression was natural for Yu Qiao's apprenticeship, as if he had expected it. Until Yu Qiao told him about his scholarly reputation, the old monk's face changed instantly, his eyes widened, and his two long white eyebrows trembled.

"Have you obtained the reputation of a scholar?"

Yu Qiao didn't understand why his newly worshipped master had reacted so violently, but he did get the reputation of a scholar, so he nodded.

"It's bitter!" The old monk held his forehead with his hand, and he sighed: "Yu Qiao, have you ever heard a story?"

"Master, what story?"
Chapter completed!