"Hi, this girl is really good. Her green dress shows the curve of her figure, and it is even more rare to be dressed on her face. The length, thickness and fineness of the eyebrows are so delicate that she can completely cover her eyes. Instead, she gives people a touching sense of weakness." Tang Feng's excited little face showed an admiration. He watched the girl Pinting walk past gracefully and made a tsk voice: "Look at this small step, it is much better than the supermodels who watched the World Model Competition before. She is so weak that she can help the wind and feel soft, and the small step is light and golden lotus grows."

"Look at this, this girl can't dress up anymore. Her white dress is obviously not in line with her pale skin. The pink on her face is so thick, don't you know how to apply light pink? Her head is enviable and shiny black hair is actually wrapped around her. This is simply a waste of resources. Look at the walking posture, compared to the one just now, it is simply a step, but it is a step, you are not a man, why do you do so bravely when walking? You look like a stupid woman."

If anyone saw this scene, he would be very surprised. A young monk who seemed to be only four or five years old was squatting at the door, looking at the girl walking around with admiration, and his little mouth made one comment after another.

Here, Tang Feng habitually touched his head and found that his whole head was clean and smooth. His excited expression just now dimmed. A slightly angry expression appeared on his tender face. He gritted his teeth and cursed: "That damn scholar Haoran sealed the Buddha's relics. Just seal it, but why did he form 9 ring scars on my head, which made my head not grow in nowhere. In the future... how can I pick up girls in the future?"

I have been in this world for more than three years and have a little understanding of the Tang Feng of this world. This world is a world of practice. Now there are three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. Confucianism enters the world, Buddhism and Taoism, but each has its own methods, but they are in great conflict with each other.

In addition to the three families, there are also all kinds of messy things in this world, but these are far from ordinary people, so Tang Feng knows very little.

However, looking at the architecture of this world, humanities and customs are very similar to those recorded in ancient China in history. The buildings, clothing, and humanities with similar styles have a very easy sense of introductory experience, and it feels like traveling back to ancient China.

"Fortunately, monks in this world can eat meat and drink wine, not as miserable as monks in Chinese history. They can only live by eating some vegetables." Tang Feng's angry expression slowly calmed down, but when he saw another beauty passing by, he stood up and shouted angrily: "Why can't monks in this world get married, I'm so angry."

Turning around, walking into the door, with a loud bang, the door was closed fiercely,

Hearing Tang Feng's roar, the pedestrians walking on the street looked surprised at a very cute little monk walking into the door angrily. When they heard that such a little monk thought of getting married, they immediately looked at each other and laughed wildly, and finally they all looked at a beautiful woman whose face was red and trotted towards the distance.

The place where Tang Feng is located is a small temple built on the street, but this temple is comparable to the land temple on the side of the street. In the land temple are two clay sculptures of land gods and land gods, while in the small temple is a little monk and an old monk.

I was angry and walked around several simple rooms, and after putting some incense on a Buddha statue in the middle of the main hall that Tang Feng didn't know, I turned around and looked at an empty room.

"The old guy doesn't know what to do? Is it a blessing again? I can't understand why I met such a master?" Tang Feng, who had just gritted his teeth, looked even more angry and said angrily: "It's a pity that such a high level of cultivation actually disdained any practice method. He always believed that practice method is not the foundation of realizing Buddha, but is some wrong path? No wonder he almost died of thirst in the desert at the beginning."

This is the most depressing thing about Tang Feng. When he saw the Buddha light gushing out from the old monk, he thought that the old monk must be a master, but in the end he realized that the old monk had always believed that the method of cultivation was mainly to cultivate in his state of mind. As for some magic methods, he could make the true nature covered with dust. Although he was extremely talented, he still looked like an ordinary old monk. This made Tang Feng, who was already very depressed, even more depressed.

The most depressing thing is that the old monk has been instilling such thoughts in Tang Feng. If Tang Feng had not had his previous thoughts, he wouldn't have brainwashed the old monk.

He kept muttering that Tang Feng turned back into his room, an ordinary bed, a cushion, a desk and a flower pot on the desk.

As soon as he walked into the room, a little green light flashed through the flower plate. Tang Feng walked to the flower pot, looked at the Bodhi branches in front of him, sighed softly, looked at the Bodhi branches that emitted a faint light, and stared blankly at the motionless.

This Bodhi branch is the only connection and witness between himself and the previous world. Time is a terrible thing. Three or four years have completely separated the previous world, which has made Tang Feng slowly blurred the people and things in the previous world. Sometimes he has the illusion of whether he existed in the previous world. There is really a bit of the real and illusory nerve division of Zhuang Zhou butterfly.

"Fortunately, I might have my nerves split." Tang Feng's face did not have the expression of laughter and scolding just now. He looked at the Bodhi branch in front of him lonely and said softly: "I don't know how Qianqian is doing now. Maybe that stinky girl turned around and forgot me and found another Kaizi again. However, the boy Yin Shen didn't know whether it was heartbroken, my bad friend, or the disappearance of his treasure. Maybe this guy who was jealous of money was looking for and chasing me all over the world."

Tang Feng's eyes, who was talking to himself, slowly wet, a drop of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, gently stroked the Bodhi branches and said, "These are all blamed for the guy with long heads. I must go back like a way."

Perhaps feeling the pain in Tang Feng's heart, the Bodhi branches emitted a faint green light, shaking gently in Tang Feng's hands, as if comforting.

"Okay, a man shouldn't have such sentimentality. Well, it's time to learn." After that, he picked up a book on the table.

This book is not a Buddhist classic but a Confucian classic "Ziyu". This "Ziyu" is the words of the former great scholars in this world and some records and views on the world, society, characters, customs, etc.

The power of knowledge is infinite, and knowledge is even more wealth. As an ancient Chinese cultural worker, Tang Feng had a deep understanding and understanding of this familiar view that others did not have, which created Tang Feng's good view: he likes to read and study, and still has some understanding of the classics of various schools of thought. However, after reading these books by professionals in this world, Tang Feng was very surprised: the views on books in this world are also diverse, but it seems that they are very similar to the pre-Qin period in China before, and some views are unique and thought-provoking, but the author's name is different.

Perhaps because of the remarks from scholar Haoran about the Dao, the old monk did not have a strong sense of portalism in this world when he educated Tang Feng. He adopted the strengths of a hundred schools of thought. As he said: I mainly practiced the mind. In the past, I had too many concepts of portalism. Now I think about it, that is a distracted mind. Now, when I watch Confucianism, the view of Taoism is still very good. It is mutually confirmed that I have made me understand a lot. Unfortunately, I know it too late.

Speaking of this, the old monk's face was full of regret. In order to make up for his shortcomings, Tang Feng became the old monk's unlucky experimental field. Regularly and quantitatively read and evaluate books, which was better than the little flowers that were destroyed by the pressure of learning in his previous life.

It is difficult to obtain books in this world. After the old monk settled in a small city, he started the profession of praying for blessings in Tang Feng’s previous life.

Perhaps because the old monk has a kind of transcendent and unrestrained temperament, and it seems that praying for blessings has some unexplainable effects, the old monk's business has been well developed, and even made an appointment. What moved Tang Feng was that the old monk's reward was the large amount of books, and they were all placed on his desk in the end.

"Cruff" the sound of the temple gate awakened Tang Feng who was immersed in the book. Tang Feng ran towards the hall quickly, shouting: "Master, what delicious food did you bring this time? Is it braised elbow or sweet and sour fish? Or......"

Tang Feng, who ran to the hall, looked at the old monk who looked older than before, and looked at the old monk in surprise and held a package with a kind look on his face.

There is no mistake, it is a package, a package that wraps a baby.

"Master, are you addicted to picking up babies? I have already made you feel very hard. Haven't you learned your lesson and picked up another one?" Tang Feng looked at the old monk and joked, "It seems that the master will work harder in the future."

"Don't talk too much, hold your junior brother." The old monk looked at Tang Feng with a loving face and kept talking, laughing and scolding: "I'm working hard for nothing, I'm afraid you little guy."
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