Chapter 3116 |˙˙) Red mud small fire stove
Although, because the old monster yellow-browed was afraid that Annie would make another noise, he had to remove some of the spells, making the weather less cold and the wind and snow less heavy, but in this place
On the top of the snow-capped mountain, the cold wind is still bitter, and the snow on the ground is still very thick.
However, those are not important!
But what is strange is that there are cliffs around here, and there is no road at all. On the top of the snow-capped mountain far away from Xiao Leiyin Temple, there is a thatched pavilion?
In the pavilion, an old Taoist priest was sitting cross-legged, and a pot of tea was emitting a sloping steam on the small red mud stove in front of him.
He held a small fan in his hand and waved it gently, causing the charcoal fire in the small stove to be light and dark, and even occasionally even tiny blue flames to appear.
If Annie was here, she would find out who was the old Taoist who was not the mysterious Yuan Shoucheng?
Sudden!
Just as the old Taoist priest was concentrating on fanning, there were rustling footsteps coming from the snow in the distance.
Immediately afterwards, a little monk with thin clothes, open his collar and naked feet gradually emerged.
And who is that little monk not that Maitreya?
I saw him walking on snow in the cold, his steps were light, as if he was not affected by the wind and snow at all.
“…”
Yuan Shoucheng looked up and saw that the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and he showed a smile and asked from a distance:
"Come?"
"Why, have you just met someone?"
While asking, he continued to fan the wind on his own, making the already steaming tea soup boil.
“…”
The little monk, that is, Maitreya, did not rush to speak, but walked into the pavilion first, then patted the snowflakes on his body before nodding:
"Yes."
“See it.”
After saying that, without waiting for the invitation from the Taoist, he waved his sleeves generously and sat on the empty cushion with some unexplained rhythm and Zen.
"oh?"
Upon hearing this, Yuan Shoucheng put down his small fan, took out a cup and put it on the coffee table in front of Maitreya before asking with a smile:
"how?"
"What are your thoughts?"
As he said that, he turned around and picked up the pot of boiling tea soup that had been almost burned.
“Um…”
Maitrean sat on the futon. Although he was smiling, his brows were slightly frowning, and then he said with a hint of displeasure in his tone:
"What ideas can you have?"
"One is the stubborn monkey, and the other is the tricky and weird girl!"
"I have no idea."
As he said that, he watched the old Taoist pouring the golden tea soup into the porcelain cup in front of him, and didn't know what he was thinking.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
When Yuan Shoucheng heard this, he laughed loudly, regardless of his laughter echoing among the mountains on a snowy night.
"In other words, she not only rejected your kindness, but also refused to return your bag?"
After a while, he stroked his long beard, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes and asked like this.
“…”
Maitreya smiled without saying a word, with a complicated expression, as if she had made a default.
"Hahaha!"
"Come on, let's have tea?"
Seeing this, Yuan Shoucheng continued to smile, not making any sense, but his smile became stronger, and it took him a long time to pick up his teacup and persuade him.
“…”
Maitreya first looked at the cup of hot tea that Yuan Shoucheng filled him, the tea fragrance filled with steaming tea, and then suddenly looked up and looked at the other party with a smile and asked:
"Did you calculate it long ago?"
"So I'm waiting here to see me joke?"
After a while, after watching the tea, Maitreya looked up at Yuan Shoucheng.
"Hey!"
Yuan Shoucheng waved his hand and looked calm:
"What's that?"
"Now, I can't calculate anything about destiny!"
"Yeah?"
"There is really something in the world that a gentleman can't calculate?"
"whispering sound!"
"You are the future Buddha, don't you see nothing?"
“…”
Having said this to Yuan Shoucheng, Maitreya was silent for a moment, then picked up the tea cup, took a sip, letting the tea fragrance spread in his mouth. After a while, he put down the tea cup and sighed:
"never mind!"
"Don't talk about this, drink tea."
"Um!"
"Drink tea!"
In this way, the monk and Taoist said nothing more, and began to blow silently on the top of the snowy ridge and drink the hot tea soup.
It was not until the tea tour three times and the atmosphere in the pavilion gradually became comfortable that Yuan Shoucheng suddenly looked moved, and a trace of light flashed in his eyes and asked:
“By the way.”
"Since you have just been there, what has that little girl said?"
He had no other intentions, just asked.
“…”
With a wry smile, Maitreya put down the teacup and said with a complicated expression:
"Nothing said."
"Just made a bet!"
"Try, bet?"
“That’s right.”
"Why is this?"
“…”
It seemed that he had known that Yuan Shoucheng would ask, so Maitreya waited for a while before slowly putting down the teacup, and then sighed:
"The little girl said that if she takes my boy within three days, she won't return the bag to me."
"If I didn't take it..."
What would happen if he didn't win it? Maitreya didn't say it, but he knew that Yuan Shoucheng must have understood what he meant.
"this……"
Sure enough, hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Yuan Shoucheng's eyes:
"Did you agree?"
"Aren't you afraid that you can't get it back?"
Yuan Shoucheng knew the importance of that bag, so he didn't expect that the other party would really dare to make that kind of bet with the little girl.
"Oh--"
First, he had no choice but to spread his hands, and then Maitreya said:
"Otherwise, what else can it be?"
"I don't agree, she will definitely not return it to me."
"I agree, maybe there is still a chance, don't you?"
"Well……"
"That's right!"
After thinking about it carefully, Yuan Shoucheng understood.
"but……"
Then, he stroked his long beard, a trace of joke flashed in his eyes, and then looked at Maitreya and said:
"It's not easy to get the things back in the hands of that little girl!"
"I heard that Lingji's head is still in her hands. Now he is still running around with his neck naked, so it's so pitiful."
No one knew more about Huangfengling than Yuan Shoucheng, so as he thought about it, he couldn't help but have an arc on the corner of his mouth.
"well--"
Upon hearing this, Maitreya couldn't help but sigh and smile:
"That's worse than me..."
"That's right!"
"At least you just lost something outside of your body, your head is still good, but Lingji lost his head."
"No! No!"
“Hmm?”
“How to say it?”
"A monk, isn't this smelly skin sack also an outsider?"
"You..."
"I can't tell you, but it's different from you bald men. I can't bear to lose my skin!"
“…”
Chapter completed!