The girl did not bind her feet, and her pair of sky feet was not big. She jumped in front of the two in three or two steps, smiled slightly and showed two dimples, and said to Qian Yiqun: "Are you Brother A Niu's junior brother? Are you also a Taoist priest?"

Qian Yiqun thought to himself: Yo, it turns out that she and this big brick are old friends! He said: "That's right, Xiaoke Qian Yiqun, you're polite."

The girl was blessed with a blessed blessing and giggled, "My nickname is fixed, and my mother and I live here."

"Your mother..." Qian Yiqun looked at the yellow walls and black tiles, and could still smell the faint smell of the ash fragrance of grass and wood.

"Yes, my father became a monk here." Dingding was not afraid of life, "He was a layman's surname, and his name was Yuantong."

"Uh..." Qian Yiqun nodded, wondering how this world responds to the situation of monks marrying and having children and living in the temple together. He said, "Then, I will go down after I pick up the water. You can chat slowly."

"Oh." Miss Dingding responded openly, and then saw Qian Yiqun's difficulty in receiving it, and said, "I took two bottles in the morning. Maybe there are so many gourds for you, so I'll give it to you first."

Qian Yiqun accidentally got involved in the story of a young man and a passionate girl in love. Of course, he nodded and handed the gourd to Liu Dingding. Seeing that Dingding took the gourd and ran back the same way, Qian Yiqun lowered his voice and said, "Senior Brother, it's very comfortable to collect firewood these days."

The big bull hesitated and stammered for a long time, "I don't know what, I just want to see her. As soon as I see her, I feel very comfortable."

Qian Yiqun patted Daniu on the shoulder and said, "It's normal. When you reach your age, it's time to have a spring."

"Have you sent it too?" Daniu seemed to be looking for spiritual support, looking at Qian Yiqun urgently.

Qian Yiqun was stunned.

It is normal for a boy aged 16,700 or 18 to fall in love. Qian Yiqun had a romantic story about holding hands and doing homework with a girl in his class in his previous life... But why does it seem that he doesn't have the impulse to do this in this life? Perhaps it's because he can't see the beautiful little lady all over the street.

He was looking for a reason for himself, and a gentle and smiling song suddenly popped up in his mind: "I miss ginseng the most parting, I just want to coax the licorice sweetly until now..." In this sudden singing, Qian Yiqun seemed to see the girl who likes to wear yellow apricots and shaking the boat, and the small boat is shaking, and the reeds on both sides are still green...

"Junior brother, your water." Liu Dingding asked his crisp voice to pull Qian Yiqun out of his strange reverie.

"Well, thank you..." Qian Yiqun took the gourd and waved it casually. It was almost 70% or 80% full. He smiled, "You guys chat slowly, I'll go down first. Brother, don't miss the meal!" As he said that, he jumped lightly and walked down the mountain quickly. A silver bell-like laughter came from behind, and sometimes it was mixed with A Niu's embarrassing promise.

Qian Yi** Chai entered the warehouse, signed the warehouse form, and gave the water to Lu Xiaomiao. He returned to the Sutra Pavilion and saw that the master was still copying the scriptures there.

These days have become familiar, and Qian Yiqun gradually becomes relaxed. He smiles on his face and comes forward to massage his master's back. Taoist Mu just stopped writing, with a smile on his face, as if he is very enjoying it.

"Master," Qian Yiqun beat him a few times, remembered what happened on the mountain, and asked with a smile, "Do we want to quit sex?"

"Okay, okay." Mu Dao Ren smiled.

Qian Yiqun curled his lips and asked again: "Master, we don't need to quit sex, right?"

“Yes, yes.”

"Master, should we quit sex?"

"you say."

"I said, I said... Senior Brother A Niu and I both have three wives and four concubines** countless descendants all over the world!" Qian Yiqun laughed.

"Don't know." Mu Taoist smiled faintly, and he was still happy.

Qian Yiqun laughed for a while.

He learned from the Taoist priest Shangzhen Temple that his master's nickname was called "Five Sentences Taoist". The so-called five sentences are: "Okay, OK, OK", "Yes, yes, yes, yes," "You said", "not know". Because the pronunciation of the "Five Sentences" in the official language means "turtle", those Taoist priests who came to hang orders from other places use this homonym to deliberately say the inauthentic Su Bai, making fun of the Mu Taoist turtle.

Taoist Mu was not annoyed when he heard this. He always smiled and greeted people, as if his ears were deaf. Anyway, he only said five sentences back and forth, and no one had ever heard him say even one word beyond these fourteen words.

When A Niu came down from the mountain, he had his hands empty and did not carry firewood, and his face was red. He looked at Qian Yiqun with gratitude, not knowing that Qian Yiqun had already smiled at him behind his back.

When Qian Wei brought the meal, his face was very pale and he looked like he hadn't had a good sleep.

Qian Yiqun wanted to care, but when he reached out to take the food, he blurted out and asked, "Why is this food cold?"

Qian Wei looked ashamed and said, "Today, a group of rich children went out to hunt. They spent ten taels of silver to ask the Cai wife to clean up a table of vegetables for them. I saw that the couple were reluctant to give the money, so they asked them to cook it down and I would send it to them."

"It's a big deal to make a meal." Qian Yiqun sighed. It was enough for ordinary farmers to spend five years. Seeing that the master and senior brother had already picked up and eaten, Qian Yiqun was naturally not polite, and waved his chopsticks to pick the rice into his mouth. Now his appetite is getting better and better, but his body is getting thinner and thinner, as if he feels that he doesn't want to eat it.

After the three of them finished their meal, Qian Wei packed up his things and went down the mountain.

Qian Yiqun stretched out, after a brief rest, he moved out another table, spread out the paper and pen, and began to copy scriptures with his master. This work seemed simple, but in fact it was not easy to do it word by word. If you really copy it wrong, you can only use yellow to correct it, which will leave a light yellow mark on the paper, which will naturally make the insult again when the prison hospital saw it.

Of course, even if you did nothing wrong, Zhao Jianyuan would come over and scold Qian Yiqun every day. At first, he found a reason, but now he rushed up like a mad dog and barked it wildly. He was deducting many dirty words on Qian Yiqun's head. Fortunately, the Chinese curse culture has a long history, and he has not repeated it for a month after scolding this little. Sometimes Mu Dao Ren, A Niu, and Suifeng were scolded, but Qian Yiqun was always treated by the protagonist.

Qian Yiqun didn't care: You scolded you, I copied me. No matter how humble the prison, the prison did not attack people. It was just that he used the issue to scold him more fiercely. Qian Yiqun didn't mind at all. Sometimes he would laugh when he heard some unusual swear words and found it interesting.

This is an unintentional achievement.

Many of the ancestors of Xuanmen were scolded in this way.

Why? Seek to prove the true self! You must know that this body is not true, and care will cause chaos. Because an irrelevant person will be moved and exhausted when he insults, the three corpses will be furious, and all the poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance will burst out. So what else can you practice? What kind of way do you want? Keep holding this fake body as a corpse guarding ghost.

Qian Yiqun now seems to be doing errands and running errands without hard work, but in fact he is a work of no effort and a work that is not done at all times, which is inconsistent with the key path of cultivation of the ancestors. The tempering of his mind and nature is far from being comparable to that day. Therefore, although he started with mysterious techniques, he did not show his secrets and frivolity, which is the effect of cultivating the mind here.

Zhao Jianyuan came earlier today, so he finished scolding and finished work early. Qian Yiqun copied the "Qingjing Sutra" twice, picked up the corners of bamboo paper, read it in front of the sky light, and suddenly found that his words were much better. In addition to being proud, he looked carefully and found that it was not because of copying the sutra for many days.

Because these scriptures are the cheapest carvings, and the characters printed on them are "carver style", if they copy the scriptures too much, their characters will definitely have this kind of craftsmanship. But now the character is full of beauty and tastes like Wang Xizhi. When Qian Yiqun was proud, he looked left and right and saw that only one person could take pictures, and this person would definitely say "Okay, okay".

Qian Yiqun walked to the master with the paper and said, "Master, how about my word "master?"

Taoist Mu looked up and smiled: "Fu knows."

——Master did it on purpose!

Qian Yiqun returned to his seat in a lonely state, moving his wrist and cervical spine, and opening the joints of his body. These days, he meditated all night long, and the natural environment here has improved rapidly, and he felt a vague feeling. The spiritual aggregate is abundant, and with proper labor, his body has improved a lot, and he can be said to be a comfortable body and mind, just as if he was born to practice here, and he was not as eager as before to return as soon as possible.

"Master, it's cold, let's go back early." Qian Yiqun shouted.

"Okay, okay." Mu Dao Ren continued to write while saying, without any intention of moving.

Qian Yiqun came over, supported his hands on his knees, watched his master copying scriptures, and said, "Master, I heard that heavy snow in winter will seal off the hut dock."

“Yes, yes.”

"Let's go down the mountain to escape the snow. I'll rent a farm yard at the foot of the mountain, which is enough for the three of us to live in." Qian Yiqun asked tentatively.

"Not know." Mu Dao Ren kept pen in his hand, but he had already shown that he did not agree with it.

Qian Yiqun had no choice but to calculate his life. If Taoist Master Iron Staff did not delay in Beijing, he would have to come back during the Chinese New Year, so it would be fine to stay on the mountain and wait for him. But can he go home this year during the Spring Festival? What if the master said "Don't know" and came back, what should he do?

"Young Master! Young Master! Isn't that great!" Qian Wei climbed up the mountain panting, his hair was scattered, and the food box in his hand was still holding.

"What's the matter so good?" Qian Yiqun welcomed him out.

"The Cai couple was killed!" Qian Wei gasped and shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!