daily life of buddhism

It feels warm to the touch.

An Yiyuan froze for a moment.

An Yiyuan unexpectedly thought of the jade he had touched with his father's light. It was said to be a high-quality ancient jade, cool and slightly warm, with a faint light, silently telling the passing years. ——Are the monk's hands so easy to touch... No, this is not the point!

As if being stared at by some kind of large beast, his hair stood on end, An Yiyuan quickly calmed down, coughed lightly and asked the five girls next to him: "Do you have any paper and pen?"

Girls: "..."

Well, no one would have thought of such a thing as meeting a star on the road, and it is normal not to bring a pen and paper.

That's right, under An Yiyuan's misleading, they have already regarded the young man as a certain star, even if they haven't recognized the one yet, it doesn't matter, once they know the name, they can search it on the Internet.Under this kind of psychological influence, the girls gave up their intention of exchanging phone numbers and so on. They also knew that it was impossible to change people. Instead, they signed autographs and had better take photos together.

The youth looked very unhappy.

Fortunately, the rescuer came at this time.

Under An Yiyuan's tactful delay, more than a dozen people came here, and the workload of making troubles increased.As if considering this, the young man frowned again, and said impatiently, "Let go."

An Yiyuan withdrew his hand "whoosh".

Of course, the young man who changed his mind did not agree to take a group photo, but just signed them, then smiled at An Yiyuan, and left quickly, leaving the girls sighing regretfully.

"What is this word?"

"I don't know how to recognize..."

"The first word is 'Jing'?"

"It's beautifully written! Much better than my mother!"

"I remember that my aunt is a doctor... Is it really okay for you to be a black male god..."

"Hey, where's the Cos Taoist just now?"

An Yiyuan has already slipped away.

There is no doubt that the young man's smile is full of "remember me", and being remembered by such a big guy is not a good thing no matter how you think about it, he can't bear it even if someone comes to him casually... Sigh , It's really hard to do good things, and it's really hard to be a good person.

An Yiyuan sighed, looking at the signature on his hand.

If it is said that other people saw the prescription characters, what he saw was oracle bone inscriptions, and Baidu did not even recognize what it was.

Is this because the other party is used to writing like this, or is it because of revenge?Even if you don't know what the signatures on the girls' hands look like, the latter is more likely if you think about it... Kneeling.

An Yiyuan checked the rivers, mountains and rivers where disasters occurred due to unknown reasons recently. Looking at the scene picture, he deeply realized how fragile he is and needs to be handled with care. Then he put his signature away and walked back to prepare to continue today's shooting .It's useless to worry anyway, so don't worry at all.

two hours later.

The mountain began to shake, but fortunately it stopped after a while.

At that time, An Yiyuan had already descended from the mountain, and was looking at the sky speechlessly, thinking whether it would be a bad idea to send WeChat to Yan Yi now.

There was once such a bitch who deliberately sent a QQ pop-up window when he was playing a PK game with someone on the other end of the network, causing him to miss the winning streak by a hair's breadth.This lesson was so painful that An Yiyuan had to think more now: What if Yan Yi was distracted because of this WeChat and lost in the fight? !It must be fighting...

An Yiyuan was thinking while ordering food in the small restaurant at the foot of the mountain.

Due to the suspected earthquake, the people who came to visit were not in the mood to eat. The business of the restaurant was bleak today, and the two tables in front had left. An Yiyuan easily made a reservation.

So why is the boss so calm?

What a man.

An Yiyuan looked at the smiling face of the chubby boss, and ordered an extra dish with admiration.

"Senior An!" The boy's figure came into view clearly from far to near, with a cute smile, "Can I eat together?"

An Yiyuan swallowed the braised chicken in his mouth.The craftsmanship of the boss is really quite good.

"Ah."

A monk's appearance can be deceiving.

An Yiyuan, who has read many fairy tale novels, knew this, but he didn't expect it to be so deceptive. Yan Yi's food intake is already equivalent to three of him!It's really cheating to just eat without gaining weight. Thinking that he might be like this in the future, An Yiyuan's mind is balanced.

Yan Yi obviously didn't have the habit of keeping his mouth shut, so he started talking while eating, and said dejectedly, "I can't do this task, that person is better than me, at least at the fourth rank." The boy bit his chopsticks, "If the task is not completed, there will be no reward..." He hesitated to speak.

"I treat you." The rich second generation An Yiyuan didn't care about the cost of a meal. An Yiyuan pondered for two seconds and asked the question he had been thinking about, "Yan Yi, how old are you?"

The young and cute boy blinked his eyes, "One hundred and nine years old." Seeing An Yiyuan's surprised expression, Yan Yi added, "I'm very young!"

"..."

Tianshan Child Elder cried, okay?

The neighbors who just came to sit down were startled by their conversation, but they were relieved after seeing their outfits clearly, probably thinking that they were cosplaying some kind of role.

This is exactly what An Yiyuan has the confidence to talk about things openly.

Hidden things always arouse people's curiosity, if you say it directly... At worst, others will think you are mentally ill.

Yan Yi realized later, "Ah, I forgot the sound-proof barrier!"

"……no need."

It's suspicious if the neighbors in this small restaurant can't hear the voice...and what if you meet someone who understands lip language.

It was naive to think that Yan Yi thought the same as himself before.

An Yiyuan looked up at the sky.

The golden crow hangs high, and the blue sky is thousands of miles away.

Yan Yi put down his chopsticks, "Senior An, take my flying sword and go to the market later!"

"Market?"

"The good place I said earlier."

Filled with all kinds of questions in his heart, An Yiyuan took a few glances at someone whose mental age and appearance actually matched, nodded and went to pay the bill.

While scanning the QR code at the counter, An Yiyuan casually chatted with the boss, "Boss, why are you busy alone?"

The chubby boss smiled honestly, "Didn't you say the earthquake, the mother-in-law has gone back to take care of the children."

Walking out of the restaurant, An Yiyuan asked, "By the way, how long does it take to go to the market?"

Yan Yi: "It's not far, just an hour to go back and forth."

It's 12 o'clock now, two hours on the road, and I should be able to come back before dark.

An Yiyuan thought this way, after walking to a deserted place, he confirmed that Yan Yi had created a formation capable of protecting ordinary people at high altitudes, then he overcame the sudden uneasiness in his heart, and eagerly boarded the flying sword.

Then he knew why he was nervous...

"Slow down ah ah ah ah—"

Are you afraid of heights? !Is this speed the speed of sound? !Why can't the flying sword be replaced with a door panel because it is so thin? !An Yiyuan, who couldn't hold him while standing, had to squat down and hug Yan Yiyuan's waist. He closed his eyes and shivered, and he had to be careful not to shake his legs, otherwise he would face the problem of intimate contact between his thigh meat and Feijian's side in a sitting position ...

My heart is bitter.

The foot of Jiushi Mountain.Bistro.

Another table of guests left, leaving only the boss in the shop—no, not only.

Putting a strange stone on the counter, the small restaurant immediately filled with a pungent smell, which disappeared in an instant, but the people who came and went kept away from it unconsciously.To ensure that no more business would come to the door, the boss went up to the second floor, opened the door and checked the unconscious person inside.

If An Yiyuan is still here, he will be very surprised, because the boss inside is also there!

But there are still differences.

For example, the comatose one is particularly haggard.

No exception.

After carefully observing the situation in the room, the freely active boss came to this conclusion and dialed the number he had kept in mind.A lazy voice came from the other end of the phone, reminiscent of the waves crashing on the beach at night and the ice juice under the sun umbrella, the tone was drawn out, "Hello?"

"Boss, the monk alliance is here today."

"Where's Jing Fan?"

"I had a fight with a monk who should be a third-rank monk, but nothing happened." The man with the face of the boss asked for instructions, "Should I continue to stay?"

"Forget it, come back." The lazy voice said slowly, "Tomorrow I want to eat roast duck, Buddha jumps over the wall, shrimp dumplings, and spicy bullfrog."

"...Boss, do you regard me as a subordinate or as a chef?"

"My chef."

"..."

"Remember to get up early to buy vegetables, I don't want others to pick leftovers."

"..."

"Ok?"

"no problem."

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