Monk, let go of that little zombie

"I like this name!" The little girl jumped off the sofa, jumped to the bathroom door, and showed off to Kong Xuan: "I have a name!"

Kong Xuan took out a pair of scissors from the shelf: "When your grandfather and I are doing styling, don't chatter by the side, do you still want your hair?"

The little girl Dongyan immediately stretched out her chubby paws to cover the chicken feathers on her buttocks, and hurried to Xia Chu's side.

Kong Xuan could do what he said, and a few days ago he even pulled the hair off her body to make a shuttlecock kick.

Fortunately, Kong Xuan didn't do it for long. After more than ten minutes, he came out of the bathroom and looked at Xia Chu and the two: "Why are you two still standing here?"

Xiachu looked towards Dongmo, he wanted to walk, but Dongmo wanted to stay here by himself, so he had nothing to do.

At the end of winter, he respectfully bowed to Kong Xuan: "Even if the poor monk owes a favor to the benefactor, the grace of saving life is worthy of the gift of the poor monk."

"You so-called upright people like to talk about things like this." Kong Xuan sneered, but he didn't hide, and accepted Dong Mo's gift.

At the end of the winter after Shi finished the ceremony, he was ready to say goodbye.

"Wait." Kong Xuan poured himself a glass of milk and drank it slowly, "Since you, little monk, have gone down the mountain, I will tell you something. Annoying person, you go and collect it."

Dongmo frowned.

"Why?" Kong Xuan raised his eyebrows, "Shouldn't you decent families do justice for the heavens? Didn't you accept non-human beings when you saw them before? Now I'll name you a family. What's your expression?"

Dong Mo hadn't spoken yet, Xia Chu had already grabbed the conversation, and asked impatiently, "Hua Peacock, what's the matter, let me tell you."

"Unfilial son, I'm your father!" Kong Xuan picked up a small cardboard box on the coffee table and threw it towards Xia Chu, showing contempt in his eyes, "I don't even know about things, what did you grow up with for a hundred years? Long body but not long brain?"

Xia Chu: "..."

He picked up the small cardboard box that Kong Xuan had just caught and threw it back at Kong Xuan, MMP, this old immortal stinky monster, the words out of his mouth were worse than him.

"I don't know about things, but my mother has always heard about things." Kong Xuan, who is so disrespectful, is also kind-hearted. It's evil, if you talk too much, that matter will become fine."

Xia Chu was stupefied, he had heard of all kinds of spiritual enlightenment, but he hadn't heard of "things" that could also become refined.

Dongmo answered: "The poor monk once read in the family teacher's notes about virtual things becoming spirits. This kind of spirits can be classified as born from condensed 'qi'. They are invisible and intangible. They have no lethality, but they are very Difficult to deal with."

"Oh." Kong Xuan replied lightly, "The old monk knows a lot."

The two of them talked about things carefully, completely treating Xia Chu as a decoration.

Xia Chu was confused when he heard it, but seeing Dong Mo and Kong Xuan's lack of communication, he was deeply shocked.He turned his head to look at Dong Yan, the little girl's eyes were also straightened, and after a while, she moved to the side quietly, turned on the TV, tuned to the animation channel, rested her chin and watched intently.

Probably in order to avoid disturbing Kong Xuan and Dongmo, or simply because she was afraid that Kong Xuan would find out and beat her up, she cleverly muted the sound of the TV, and was fascinated by watching the screen that was speaking dumb.

Xia Chu: "..." He decided to listen carefully to Dong Mo and Kong Xuan's conversation.

After hearing it, he probably understood that everything in this world has spirituality, including some illusory auras.Talking too much, maybe in a special period of time, a 'spirit' will be produced and form a spirit.

For example, the essence of things comes from the mother of things.

A group of mothers get together, complaining about this and being picky about that every day, and there is a breath of air in their bodies. After a long time, the air suddenly becomes spiritual, and then turns into essence, becoming an essence of affairs.

It can't see things clearly and can't touch them, and it gets involved in people every day. If it touches people with no problems, it will also become a thing mother and provide energy for it.

Two days ago, Kong Xuan heard that there was a tea shop that had been passed down for thousands of years.

This kind of thing has to be done by a professional, and he didn't intend to take care of it, but since the end of winter is coming, he just said it.It wasn't that he wanted to help the people in that apartment out of good intentions, it was just that he was disgusted by the troublemaker and wanted revenge.

Walking out of Kong Xuan's house, with a learning attitude of being eager to learn and ask questions, Chu Xia asked Dong Mo: "Monk, according to what you said just now, the air can also become fine?"

Mo Dong glanced at him: "There are many gases in the air, nitrogen is the main one."

"…………and then?"

"Trust science."

Xia Chu: "..." God damn science.

But Chu Xia is quite at ease, it seems that the air cannot become a essence, if the air becomes a essence, well, it’s refreshing to inhale every day.

Thinking wildly all the way, early summer followed late winter to squeeze the bus and subway, and arrived at the Tianhe apartment that Kong Xuan said two hours later.

Tianhe Apartment is a U-shaped building with seven floors. It is a very old apartment both from the outside and the inside.There are various shops under the apartment, all of which are opened by the residents living in the apartment.

The tea shop mentioned by Kong Xuan was also among them.

As soon as he walked into the door of the apartment, Xia Chu inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable, a little irritable in his heart, and was eager to vent.

"I said you don't want to take a taxi. It's not that you don't have money." Xia Chu pulled his collar to breathe. It's the beginning of October and it's the National Day holiday. "The subway and the bus are crowded to death. Look at my clothes! Look at my shoes. How many feet have I been trampled on."

Mo Dong didn't speak, and looked towards the roof of the apartment building.

"Hey! Monk, I'm talking to you!" Seeing Dong Mo ignoring him, Xia Chu was even more upset. Looking at his sweaty appearance and Dong Mo's refreshing body, the comparison made him want to point at Dong Mo and be angry. Scold a few times.

at the same time--

"Zhang Tianzhen, the tea I bought from you yesterday actually has worms. I have been a neighbor for decades, and you sell me worm tea? Do you still have a conscience?"

"What kind of insect tea, sister Liu, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense. Our family's tea has been passed down for so many years. Has anyone bought insect tea?"

"Hey, you still want to quibble, okay, you wait!"

"Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat all day long, are you a fucking pig! Eat to death!"

"MMP, please repeat, do you believe that my mother divorced you!"

……

Mo Dong suddenly pulled Xia Chu to the side, and with a bang, there was an extra steel bead where Xia Chu was standing just now.

The anger on Xia Chu's face stagnated, he looked at the steel beads on the ground, and looked up, there were two children leaning on the railing on the fourth floor, pointing at Xia Chu unceremoniously and laughing—they held with marbles.

The four-story building is not tall, short or not, throwing something else to estimate it is nothing, throwing a solid steel bead, maybe it can punch a hole in the forehead.

Xia Chu's face darkened, and he rushed to the fourth floor. He wanted to catch that brat and give him a good beating, so that he could see why the flowers were so red.

"Chu Xia!" Dong Mo yelled, Xia Chu moved too fast, he didn't hold back for a while.

Frowning, Mo Dong glanced at the roof again, and chased after Xia Chu.