daily life of buddhism

When singles and male friends gather for dinner, if one of them announces that he is leaving the order, he will definitely be attacked by drinking, pulling his collar, etc. After the quarrel is over, there is a 99% probability that single dogs who regain their sense will ask such a sentence: " By the way, when will you bring your girlfriend out to meet her?"

Like this time.

"By the way, Brother An, when will you bring your sister-in-law out to meet you?"

"........."

An Yiyuan uncontrollably thought about the women's version of Big Seven, and said calmly, "Your sister-in-law is born beautiful, and I'm afraid that you will feel inferior when we meet."

Zhang Yang & Chen Qunfeng: "???"

What kind of girls make boys feel inferior?More handsome than Brother Chun?

The two looked at each other, not knowing why.

Zhang Yang hesitated for a second: "Do we know each other?"

"do not know."

"Not from our school?"

"Ah."

This range is huge.

Chen Qunfeng opened his mind: "The fiancée that uncle found for you in the circle?"

"No, free love."

It can be regarded as free love... right?

Zhang Yang asked: "What about the process of falling in love?"

An Yiyuan uttered the eight-character mantra: "It's a long story, so don't mention it."

If you are not familiar with someone, you probably won't ask at this time, but Zhang Yang and An Yiyuan are familiar, not only that, this person likes to be lively, and his face is thicker than ordinary people, so he said with interest: "Let's make a long story short."

say what?

On a dark and stormy night, I met Hong Haier, you two were there at the time, but before he transformed into a coma?

Ha ha.

For the physical and mental health of the friend, the Buddhist youth finally replied: "Actually, we knew each other in the previous life."

The tone is sad, melancholy, vicissitudes.

Atheist duo: "..."

The corner of Zhang Yang's mouth twitched, and he guessed, "'Past life' is the name of a club?"

An Yiyuan glanced at him sympathetically, and gave a cruel but clear answer: "Don't struggle, it's the past life of the past life."

Chen Qunfeng said nonchalantly: "Brother An, when did you believe this?"

An Yiyuan looked at the dying eyes of the fish in the reservoir on the table, and said calmly: "August 8 this year."

If he hadn't met Yan Yi at that time, what would his life have been like?If he didn't set foot on the path of cultivation, naturally it wouldn't affect Da Qi and make him Xiao Qi, but his "awakening" was caused by the recovery of spiritual energy, and sooner or later his fate would lead to the predetermined direction.

Zhang Yang and Chen Qunfeng looked at each other, clinked glasses tacitly, and said at the same time: "Come on, Brother An, let's toast you!"

too obvious.

Faced with An Yiyuan's secretive attitude, the two bad friends responded in a very simple way. They asked people after they got drunk.They took turns to relay, and even despicably adopted the method of Tiandi No. [-] pretending to be beer. They thought they would definitely succeed, but the result...

Reality is always skinny.

After a week of spiritual power circulation, the slight blush on his face faded, An Yiyuan skillfully called the roommates of the two, and handed the two drunks into their hands.

Get it done.

In the expressions of the roommates and waiters, the [-]-meter figure of the Buddhist youth disappeared at the door, leaving behind N empty wine bottles, declaring his invincibility.

fall!

Who wants this kind of aura!

life.

Ao Jingfan, who stayed at home, also felt similar emotions.

Taking care of kids is hard work.

The children here don't only refer to Fat Jiu, but also Er Huang.

When Erhuang was taken away, he had just been weaned. He was an out-and-out kitten. In addition, An Yiyuan only raised it at that time. It can be said that he was loved by the owner. In addition, his typical character of a cat, said In my heart, I regard myself as a small public servant, which is absolutely correct.

This is also the reason why the cat-fish war often happened later.

If Anhao hadn't equipped the pets with private cat/fish computers in time to divert Erhuang's attention, the cat who didn't know that he was flirting with the dragon's whiskers might suffer serious injuries.

Erhuang didn't learn his lesson.

Bubu and Daju are the same kind, and one is a gentle and beautiful big sister, and the other is a hard-working big brother. Erhuang doesn't have much opinion on them, but he still often dislikes Xiao Qi, and now the other party has become a big seven with a disparity in strength , it resisted not to provoke.

But what about Fat Bird?

Erhuang squatted on the armrest of the sofa, with his tail wrapped around his front paws in a circle shape. From this angle, he looked at Fat Jiu, and his mood became more and more uncomfortable.

This is a gorgeous and exquisite mini estate.

For birds.

Although the pet shop sells special birdcages, the "cage" has the meaning of imprisoning and insulting, so under the power of money, the shop owner and staff removed all the barbed wire fences in a short period of time, leaving only the main body of the wooden manor. I made a swing inside...

Human potential is indeed unlimited.

The iron hook hanging on the wall of the mini manor is not touching the ground, but it is not a problem for Fat Jiu.

There is nothing wrong with the young bird's wings being unable to support flight, but Fat Chirp, who has spent the pregnancy period in the secret place under the sea, is born with good conditions. He can jump three feet high and find a foothold in the middle, so he can return to the nest on his own.

There it is now, sleeping with a full belly.

Erhuang's ears were erect, and his eyes were alert, staring at the bird's nest.

Then, at a certain moment, it suddenly jumped out!

"Meow!"

"Chirp!"

Cat and bird feathers fly around.

It is worth mentioning that they are all orange, and so far, all the pets in this family, except for the white puppet cat, are inseparable from orange, which can be regarded as a strange fate.At this moment, the calm cat with the same prominent coat color and personality made a sighing movement, jumped to a high place, avoided the attack range of the cat-bird war, and licked its fur on its own.

Maybe it's a good thing that Erhuang has a playmate?

It is said that it used to be like this with Xiao Qi, a koi carp, lively every day, but now Xiao Qi has become a big seven, inferior, and often does not care about it...

It feels like a frog turned into a prince but the princess only wants frogs.

Boo Boo thought while washing his face.

balcony.

Jing Fan glanced at the bustling scene in the living room, and said with a smile, "You won't stop it?"

Ao Jingfan said indifferently: "Let them go."

The young man in white and the man in home clothes sat facing each other. They had the same appearance but different temperaments, complementing each other, but under the effect of the spell, no one else could see them.

Jing Fan came to find the main body.

What they were talking about was naturally about Dapeng.

The natural enemy of the race has reached the point where he can threaten himself, so Ao Jingfan can't help but ignore it.

The moment he saw the other party in the secret place under the sea, he had already passed on the information he saw and heard to the avatar, and was ready to face the enemy.

In other words, catastrophe.

There are always hardships on the road to success. The other party's covetousness at the first meeting and everything that happened afterwards undoubtedly prove that the other party is an enemy rather than a friend.

Want to eat me?

Come on.

Dragons are not afraid of any challenge.

The communication between the main body and the avatar is one-way without meeting, similar to leaving a message. If you want to fully deliver the message, you still need to meet.

At this time, Jing Fan was reporting Dapeng's movements to the ontology.

It's only been a short time since the newly released big monster escaped from the seal. This time is nothing to monks. They thought that the other party would be dormant for a period of time. The changes in the world alone required adapting first, but they didn't expect the other party's The heart of doing things is hot, and there is already movement.

Moxiu, who was beaten and disabled 200 years ago, is being gathered together.

The magic cultivator here refers to those cultivators whose cultivation methods will harm the sky and the law, and those who only harm themselves are not included in this scope.

The demon cultivators living in the cracks are very low-key, and the orthodox monks headed by the Fahua Temple in Zhaoyao Mountain can hardly catch their tails, but under the reflection of the Haotian Mirror, as long as they are patient enough, there will be no secrets in the world. ——The big monster who was suppressed at the bottom of the sea must have patience.

Otherwise it would have been crazy.

Moxiu certainly didn't set up a barrier to prevent magic weapons from peeping every time he got together.

"The current demon cultivators are not particularly able to hide, even if they are real elites, they are quite a force when they are unified." Jing Fan sat upright and said with a gentlemanly demeanor, "Although their strength is not enough for us, But there are plenty of other uses.”

"Ontology, do you want to stop it?"

"A majestic roc, it would be too shabby if he didn't even have a subordinate." Ao Jingfan said coldly, "Unless it is delivered to your door, you don't need to worry about it."

What he wanted to know more was the strength of the bird king himself.

In that palace, the style of the ancient heaven still remains, and the dilapidated ancient divine character "Feng" is still circulating, with profound artistic conception, and the aura on it varies from strong to weak, from the unreachable immortal to the mortal who fell into the world. , if thousands of years passed, it would not be a delusion to completely drain Dapeng.

It's a pity that he escaped.

Now that the matter has come to this point, it is meaningless to think about what conditions must be met to allow it to be unsealed, but the broken seal is still useful.

Ao Jingfan looked at his palm.

The ancient and complicated divine script rubbings are exuded with golden light, even if they only have a shape, they also have their own power, quietly gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Should we retreat?

No, it won't make it.

The golden eyes dimmed, Ao Jingfan suddenly got something, and after explaining to Jing Fan, the two parties separated again.

"Meow!"

"Chirp!"

Dust removal, confinement.

One minute later, Ao Jingfan had an extra coquettish baby bird, and in front of him was an orange cat that bared its teeth and claws but couldn't get an inch in.

life is beautiful.

This is what An Yiyuan saw when he stepped into the house.

Even if it has been cleaned, just looking at the missing down feathers on Fat Jiu's body, what happened is clear at a glance.

"Daqi bullied me, meow!"

Erhuang's voice was sweet and coquettish, begging for justice, An Yiyuan shook his head, "You bullied a ten-day-old bird... Erhuang, you have disappointed me so much."

"Meow!"

As if struck by lightning.jpg

Has the throne of being the youngest baby, who is not the only one, been lost? !

Keenly aware of a certain tendency, Erhuang opened his eyes wide, and cried, "Have you fallen out of favor? Is Erhuang going to fall out of favor, meow...?"

Letting out the orange cat, which was not too bad in size but hid behind him, Bubumiao was quite speechless: "You're watching idol dramas again. That's not good for IQ. Watch less and learn less."

"What should I do?"

Bubumiao didn't want to care about it, but after all, he was so entangled that he had no choice but to resort to tricks, so after some cuteness, Erhuang turned his belly and occupied the arms of his master, proud of Fat Jiu, who was squeezed out by its tonnage He gave a smug little look, and took the lead when the other party tried to land on the master's shoulder and other positions, which attracted the young bird to keep singing.

It can be regarded as healthy competition.

As the center of the competition, An Yiyuan was speechless.

Is he some kind of playful toy?Or a status symbol?

I can't think of a more appropriate metaphor, at least it's better than disaster water... Bah, bah, bah, what associations.

The first day back to school was calm, giving people the impression that a storm is coming. After waking up the next day, Buddhist youths felt their eyelids twitching.

right eye.

Jumping is a disaster...

Looking to the sky.

In the elevator, An Yiyuan met Uncle Xu, a neighbor who was walking a golden retriever. Looking at his back, he made people respectfully call him a strong man. When the uncle saw him, he bowed his back, looked quite mysterious, and pulled him in a low voice. Said: "Yiyuan, your boyfriend is living here again?"

"……Um."

The boyfriend was talking about Ao Jingfan.

However, this statement seems to have only been told to Xiao Li next door. I did not expect that the programmer with thick eyebrows and big eyes would betray the revolution and spread gossip.

The neighbor uncle said injustice: "Didn't he say that he is only with you for your cat? What is the need for such a person to reconcile?"

"..." An Yiyuan pondered for three seconds, trying hard to think about the moist state of his eyes when he woke up in the morning, sighed affectionately, and exaggerated his acting skills: "Who told me to like him, alas."

"Ugh."

The neighbor uncle seemed to be deeply touched, and he sighed too, and said in a vicissitudes of life, "If you want to live a decent life, you must have a little green on your head."

An Yiyuan's eyes instantly turned a little wrong: Could it be that the uncle has experienced it himself?

Immediately sympathize.

The neighbor's uncle looked at him without giving way: I have never seen such a strange entanglement, and it turned out that he was raped by his own pet cat... The young man's mood must be hard to describe.

"Ugh."

"Ugh."

The two sighed separately again, revealing a sympathetic smile between men, and they didn't know what each had made up in their brains. When they parted, they both seemed to have received some kind of spiritual sublimation.

Drive to school.

Under Uncle Xu's miraculous "forced green halo", An Yiyuan's luck was really not very good, and he was quickly called to the high mathematics teacher's office.

After 10 minutes, he walked out with dull eyes, full of deep teachings and heavy news about the make-up exam a month later.

What can we do?

Review it.

Today, An Yiyuan has a hundred ways to cheat, but there are some boundaries that need to be observed by himself. If everything is resolved by the power of a monk, he is afraid that he will fall into a demon.But a hundred years.When familiar people and ordinary life are still alive, it needs to be cherished.

Although it has only been 20 years since he came to this world, An Yiyuan still has a feeling of youth and white head, and I don't know if it is the influence of the memory of his previous life.

After school, animation club.

Chen Qunfeng and Zhang Yang followed behind, cosplaying like a convulsive young boy, with his toes up high and his nostrils upturned, he didn't feel like a mafia brother at all, he just felt ashamed that the two were funny and embarrassing. At the gate of the club, I squeezed out a smile and said hello to Chen Qunfeng's girlfriend who I met for the first time.

This girl named Xi Shu has a sharp temper that does not match her name and delicate appearance. She is the president of the animation club in her sophomore year. News collected by BBS.

Now a face-to-face, the accuracy is 80%.

Xi Shu had a sweet smile, her demeanor was masculine yet soft, her attitude was graceful, and she did not hide her surprise when she saw An Yiyuan: "Senior, you are back to school! God, you must promise me the role of cosplayer, I want to come If you want to go, only you are the most suitable!"

Several members stood behind the president and looked at him curiously, with friendly but confused expressions, apparently Get failed to get the essence of "Only you are the most suitable".

The one who was vacated was a very important character, with few lines and high quality, similar to Ye Gucheng in "Legend of Lu Xiaofeng", who disappears at a glance, but his demeanor lasts for a long time, and becomes more meaningful as time goes by .

For such a role, if an unknown person were to be cast, he would have to go through all kinds of doubts. Fortunately, An Yiyuan had gained enough reputation due to a mistake. At least the well-informed members of the animation club knew him well. , before the cos effect came out, no one objected.

After changing into the Taoist robe prepared by the animation club and putting on a wig, An Yiyuan sat in front of the vanity mirror, looking at the dazzling array of cosmetics on the table.

For girls, it is facial cleanser, toner, toner, firming lotion, base cream, concealer, mask, powder, eyebrow pencil, eyebrow powder... For boys, these are a mosaic.

And the voice of Xi Shu introducing cosmetics, to someone's ears, is the same as the "rustling" sound made when the radio is not in good contact.

Confused face.jpg

Seeing this vivid expression, Xi Shu laughed and said, "Then I'll be direct, senior."

"Well, come on."

An Yiyuan sacrificed his face generously.

Xi Shu suppressed her smile, and really wanted to touch the face of the Buddhist youth without a single pore, but finally endured it - anyway, she will have a chance to touch it later when she puts on makeup.

Although she looks a bit lolita, this girl undoubtedly has the heart of a royal sister.

Ten meters above the horizontal line here, Ao Jingfan's mood is not pretty.

"Brow drawing and makeup... Huh, the world is getting worse."

Hundreds of years ago, these were known as boudoir pleasures, a deeply private affair.

Ao Jingfan protested yesterday, but only got An Yiyuan's innocent eyes, "But will you?"

"……Won't."

Of course not.

Xi Shu, who was planning to do a few more touches, suddenly felt a chill, and her subordinates restrained a lot, and finished the makeup in an orderly manner.

Makeup technique, jokingly known as disguise technique, is one of the four major magic arts in Asia selected by the Internet. Naturally, it can turn decay into magic, but the beauty produced by that method is beautiful, but it is dull and lacks soul. After all, human beings are not creators. , The things made according to the template can never be compared with the natural ones.

Xi Shu's makeup seems to be even better.

Without deliberate fiddling, face-lifting stickers and other things that deceive the public are useless, she just simply outlines, like a skilled painter, letting the brightness of the city fade away, and the elegance of the classics reappearing, covering up what needs to be covered up, What needs to be highlighted is not obtrusive at all because it is a characteristic that I already have.

When An Yiyuan opened his eyes, he thought he saw Li Huo.

It's like stepping back in time.

The young man in the mirror is gentle and elegant, with an introverted calm that is difficult for people living in a fast-paced life, as if everything is under control, and strangely does not make people feel oppressed. I only feel that following is a wish from the heart , feel supremely honored for it.

Xi Shu is speechless.

An Yiyuan stared at himself in the mirror, showing a just right smile.

That was Li Huo's smile.

Zhong Lingyuxiu, elegant and natural.

His voice also became gentle, gentle and serene, and said lightly: "Let's go."

Xi Shu opened her mouth, and she didn't know where her eloquent teeth had gone. She just followed behind him silently, her eyes absent-minded.

She followed for a few steps, and only half a beat later she thought of reminding An Yiyuan to pay attention to her feet, but she saw that the other party was walking calmly and leisurely, and her steps were free and easy, just like a fairy descended from the world, and this Taoist robe... It doesn't match this Taoist robe!

Ah ah ah ah ah ah!

The OCD president screamed internally.

Even if it is a well-crafted cosplay, the material will not be much better. At most, it will compete with the brands in the mall. Such clothes are more than enough in the past, but today, it is really thin Cosplayer The glory of the body!Have you ever seen an emperor wearing a beggar's clothes?

The analogy is inappropriate, but it is what it is anyway.

Xi Shu was so annoyed that she almost beat the ground, she was so ashamed, her face turned red and pale, and she went out.

"Such a boss?"

"Does it fit?"

"What's your expression like?"

Xi Shu seemed sad and happy, covered her face and cried, "It's not suitable..."

"Don't cry, let Xiao Qiao go."

"What's the matter so excited?"

"——It's because we are not good enough for others... errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."

As soon as the buzzing comes out, who will fight.

After a few seconds of silence, the members experienced the thrill of riding a roller coaster, and couldn't help but sneer: "Can you stop panting when you speak?"

Zhang Yang, the family member, was already booing: "Brother An, come out! Let's go!"

An Yiyuan wanted to retreat.

In the haze, the perception belonging to the previous life became clearer, and the slightly incomprehensible things that were ignored in the previous cultivation seemed to be cleared up, and the small places were connected in a new way, becoming more smooth and fitting, which made him involuntarily want to Try it now.

It seems to be able to understand some retreat maniacs.

Fortunately, An Yiyuan remembered the current occasion and knew what consequences would be caused if he obeyed his will to retreat. After silently reciting the mantra of purifying the heart, he stepped out of the dressing room.

Ao Jingfan stretched out his five fingers, covering the area below with power, but he didn't move.

For a moment, he really wanted to hide people.

It is obviously the treasure of the Dragon Clan, why should it be shown to those mortals?

It is better to destroy.

The golden vertical pupils revealed according to the mood, with a brilliance that does not belong to the world, flickering, like countless stars dissipated and reborn, the teachers and students of Zhongzhou University felt a very short-lived chill, many people thought it was an illusion, more is not enough Keen to feel nothing, no one knows, they just escaped a catastrophe.

Unable to vent, Ao Jingfan didn't stay any longer, and went home angrily, and remembered this on the innocent Dapeng.

Dapeng: Blame me?

Wide-sleeved toga, the aura is self-generated.

The silence spread irresistibly like faint ink, the whole community was silent, and the hustle and bustle of the outside world seemed far away, so far away that it seemed like another world.

Many people understand for the first time the meaning of the word "flourishing".

The young man seemed to be immersed in his own world. He didn't speak for a long time, and no one disturbed him. Some people even held their breath involuntarily, and almost suffocated themselves before realizing the previous state.

This idiot is Zhang Yang.

The more familiar the more shocked, Zhang Yang was almost shaken out of the earth, after recovering his breath, he finally found his voice, and said cautiously: "Brother An?"

The whole room glared at him.

Tremendous stress.

Just as Zhang Yang covered his little heart, he heard a familiar, slightly ethereal, peaceful voice: "What's wrong?"

Time seemed to have just resumed its flow, and the lively atmosphere reappeared. Someone yelled in a funny way: "Shangxian, I am your brainless fan! Accept your disciples!"

"Signed photo!"

"Brother Shangxian, I declare you!"

Yes, this character has a pure and unaffected, very old-fashioned title, Shangxian.

There is no Taoist name, not in the whole original novel, the book fans of "Xiaoyao Shangxian" after it was made into a TV series will not recognize it, and most of the drama fans will not recognize the conflicting temperament of the little fresh meat actors, It can be said to be very tragic... Manual goodbye.

Of course, An Yiyuan didn't know about this.

So much so that when he met the unlucky actor at the cultural festival, he was still trying to restrain his desire to retreat.