The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Under the night, Xiangzhao Bookstore.

Brother Swagger is roasting sweet potatoes around the stove.

Shen Shi'an grinned because the sweet potatoes on his hands were burned, but he still remained indignant:

"Yanjiu, according to you, Cihang Temple is really nothing."

Yanjiu smiled and said calmly:

"Thousands of years have passed, and the appearance of Cihang Temple has long since changed, and people are no longer the things with human faces and beast hearts.

However, their abbot and Senior Brother Qizhou are brothers and have the same virtues.

Senior Brother Shi'an, you should pay more attention if you see him. "

Saying that, Yan Jiu and Shen Shi'an looked at Gu Qizhou at the same time.

Gu Qizhou's tea-drinking hand paused in the air, his eyebrows slightly raised, and he returned to a humble and elegant look:

"Same virtue as me? What kind of virtue am I?"

Shen Shi'an pointed his index finger at Gu Qizhou: "You, you, you... with your current virtues, most people really can't imitate you as much as you do."

Yanjiu smiled and said: "Senior Brother Qizhou, why do you still ask questions knowingly? Of course you are a hypocritical person with different virtues.

But Senior Brother Qizhou, you just care about the one-third of an acre of land in front of you and don’t do any bad things.

I don't know about the monks of Cihang Temple. "

After a while, Yanjiu added: "However, the ascetic monk I know well, Hua Can, is truly compassionate and a model monk."

Gu Qizhou slowly put down his teacup:

"Yanjiu, what you want to say is that birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups. Those who play with you are good, and those who play with me are bad."

The sweet potato in Shen Shi'an's hand was deformed by his grip, and he was excitedly looking forward to a scolding battle.

However, Gu Qizhou just filled Yan Jiu's plate with melon seeds: "But you are right, I think it is difficult to be a good person in this world, and it is more comfortable to be a bad person."

Yanjiu bowed his hands towards Shen Shi'an: "Senior brother's words are reasonable. He is a role model for our generation. Let's learn from senior brother."

Shen Shi'an: "..." There is nothing to say.

After Yan Jiu finished eating the melon seeds, he didn't throw them away in a hurry. Instead, he filled the table with them.

Gu Qizhou asked: "How are the hexagrams?"

Yanjiu frowned as he looked at the table full of melon seed peels:

"Six lines can't calculate everything in the world, and plum blossoms also have moments of confusion. I can't see much of this hexagram, but don't rush to do it these days.

We are in a bad position these days. "

Saying that, Yanjiu raised his head and looked at Gu Qizhou with a solemn expression:

"Senior brother, be prepared with both hands. If you can kill Bei Nan Yao, what if you can't kill Bei Nan Yao?

We do our best and listen to destiny. "

Gu Qizhou sighed: “We can’t kill him, we can only influence him and stop him from plotting against Kunlun.

But Bei Nan Yao was 1000 years old, and even 1000 years could not make him change his mind. I'm afraid he couldn't be influenced.

If he can't be influenced, then he will be killed.

If we can kill him, he will die. If we cannot kill him, we will die.

This is what you call doing your best and listening to fate. "

Shen Shi'an was arrogant and unruly: "How can it be so troublesome? Isn't that Bei Nanyao just old? All the people in Zhaoyao Mountain combined are not older than him?"

Hearing this, Yanjiu couldn't help but raise his forehead: "Senior brother, that's not how it was calculated."

Shen Shi'an scratched his head and said nonchalantly: "You know, I'm not good at math, eh? Let's go fishing tomorrow. I'm very good at fishing."

Yanjiu had already begun to yawn: "Tomorrow... tomorrow won't work. I have to go to bed tomorrow morning and go out to lie to people in the afternoon."

Gu Qizhou was very interested: "Who are you lying to?"

Yanjiu stood up. He had already stepped into the bedroom at home with one foot, and the other foot was still standing in Xiangzhao Bookstore.

The space is split, and Yanjiu's face is half light and dark:

"Nan's family, I'm going to Nan's family tomorrow to find out about their ancestor "Bei Nan Yao".

Let's see if we can trick him out. After all, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you better save your life. "

Gu Qizhou raised his glass: "Thank you for your hard work, junior brother."

……

The winter snow melts and drips along the eaves.

Nan He looked out the window, a little disgusted. He hated this season the most. It was extremely dirty outside.

But there was still work to be done, so Nan He packed two more packs of wet wipes and a handkerchief in his briefcase, and he went out very reluctantly.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw Yanjiu holding a small rag and wiping his house number.

Nan He: "???"

Yan Jiu shook the rag in his hand and greeted Nan He, like a trembling willow branch, soft and lazy as if it had no bones.

Nan He frowned: "Yanjiu? Why are you here?"

Yanjiu came forward with a rag: "I'm here to wish you a happy old age."

Nan He looked at the rag and couldn't help but back away: "There's no need...it will be summer if it's any later."

Yanjiu looked around: "Where is Beiyao who always follows you?"

Nan He: "He is off today, why are you looking for him?"

Yanjiu smiled shyly: "I am very pleased with him and thought of coming over to see him."

Nan He was confused in the wind: "No? Who do you like? Didn't you hook up with Shang Jing two days ago..."

As he said this, Nan He seemed to remember something, and he suddenly realized:

"By the way, I heard that Shang Jing recently fell into Mr. Xiangzhao's gentle land.

So Shang Jing is tired of playing? Don’t want you anymore? "

Yanjiu's face was blank, and then he remembered that Shang Jing rushed into Xiangzhao Bookstore one day and not only kissed him.

He also encouraged the ghost guest that day to go out and gossip and spread rumors.

Thinking of this, Yan Jiu's face was filled with sadness. He looked at Nan He and complained every word:

"You know, I'm just an illegitimate son of the Bai family. I only found out in the past few days that Shang Jing was never sincere to me, he was just playing around.

By chance, he met Mr. Xiangzhao.

Shang Jing showed his true colors and drove me out of the gate with a look of disgust. "

Yanjiu's words can be regarded as expressing the aspirations of everyone in Yanyang City. Most of the people in Yanyang City think so.

They determined that Yan Jiu would be thrown away by Shang Jing like rubbish one day.

Nan He didn't hate Yan Jiu like others, but he didn't have a particularly good impression of Yan Jiu either.

He always thought that Yanjiu was ignorant of himself and provoked Shang Jing without overestimating his abilities.

But he also felt that Yanjiu was different among the crowd, but he couldn't tell what was special about him.

Nan He sneered at Yan Jiu:

"You see, people still have to figure out their own position. It would be humiliating for someone like Shang Jing to be paired with a child of a noble family.

Not to mention you. "

Yanjiu agreed perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, everything you said is right. I won't have any wishful thinking in the future."

After Nan He finished his "just words", he glanced at Yan Jiu with disgust:

"No, Shang Jing doesn't want you anymore, and you can't harm Beiyao. He is a very honest person."

Yanjiute smiled shyly, which was simply terrifying in Nan He's eyes.

Yanjiu: "I was thrown out of the Shang family gate by Shang Jing. I was so sad that I was dying, and I was so cold that I died.

I happened to meet Beiyao who was feeding stray cats nearby.

He comforted me and helped me take a taxi home. "

Yan Jiu opened and closed his lips, and Nan He seemed to be listening to a horror story:

"So, you fell in love with Beiyao?"

Yan Jiu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "I have given up on Shang Jing. He is too powerful and I can't afford it. I just want to find an honest life."

Nan He thought it was ridiculous: "Then you can't harm Beiyao either."

However, Yan Jiu turned a deaf ear. He tilted his head and curiously asked Nan He:

"Has Beiyao been with you for many years? Tell me his story.

Knowing a little bit about him, I might suddenly not like him. "

Nan He couldn't help but take a step back and distanced himself from Yan Jiu: "Don't like Beiyao, let me thank you on his behalf."