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The sweeping monk just froze, motionless.

Si Yan'an saw that his face was full of confusion, which gradually turned into shock.

This process lasted for ten seconds.

The floor-sweeping monk finally moved, and the end of the broom branch drew a small margin on the ground, and there was a "crack" between the friction, which was almost drowned in the boiling birds all over the mountain.

But Si Yan'an was on guard, and the sound was extremely loud, and he took a step back subconsciously.

But the sweeping monk didn't come.

Ming Chen seemed to swallow hard, then threw away the broom, stared at him twice, turned and drifted away.

"?" Si Yan'an was hesitating how to say hello, but seeing this suddenly, he became even more confused.

"Yan'an?" the abbot called him.

"Teacher," Si Yanan came back to his senses, and looked at the abbot: "Was that just now?"

"Junior brother's new apprentice," the abbot turned around and led him to the main hall, "I heard that he is very talented in martial arts..."

Si Yanan was shocked: "He wants to become a monk!?"

The abbot: "... I was introduced to study for a few days." He glanced sideways at Si Yan'an as he spoke.

Si Yan'an followed the teacher into the Zen room in the back mountain in a trance, and a sentence lingered in his mind.

Does the sweeping monk still want to continue his studies? ? ?

Ming Chen ran back to the backyard as if sleepwalking, got into the kitchen, and terrifiedly put his shoulders on the shoulders of a certain brother whom he had just known for two days.

"Brother... I lost the broom!"

The senior brother was also very frightened: "If you lose the broom, you will lose it. Why are you so frightened? You look like you have lost your soul."

"I lost my soul too..." Ming Chen wanted to cry but had no tears: "Brother, I'll cook the porridge, you go to the front yard and help me sweep the floor..."

As he spoke, he snatched the big spoon from his senior brother.

The senior brother originally wanted to ask what was going on, but seeing that the newcomer was really frightened, his face was flushed and he was sweating, so he put the question aside for now.

"Okay," he patted Ming Chen's head: "Look at the pot, stir it every few seconds."

Mingchen waited until the kitchen was empty, then slowly squatted down with his head in his arms, and shouted in his heart: [Dad! ]

System: [Mr. Mingchen, good morning. ]

[What's going on, isn't the third mission to be done for fifteen days? ]

[Yes, Mr. Mingchen. ]

Before Mingchen could ask more stupid questions, the system politely explained: [The Martial God Reincarnation system only has a positioning function and cannot interfere with the behavior and thoughts of natural persons.I wish you good health and prosperity. ]

Ming Chen was silent, so this was a true encounter.

But I don't deserve it!

Ming Chen scratched the stove for a while, then stood up to stir the sticky white rice porridge that had already been cooked, recalling the three tragic encounters he had with Si Yan'an.

...Forget it.Let's practice martial arts honestly.

After all, he is a piece of trash who can't even shake hands.

Ming Chen thought about it in a mess, the senior brother came back after stepping over the threshold.

"I got the broom back for you, are you feeling better?"

"Yeah!" Ming Chen turned his head and smiled: "Then I'm going to the cafeteria."

During the two days he came here, the certain Wu monk did not teach him any Shaolin unique knowledge, but let him experience the life of morning bells and evening drums.He also does the chores that ordinary monks have to do every day, such as sweeping the floor, growing vegetables, practicing basic skills, and reading scriptures.

Not tiring, regular, but also boring.

There is a natural purity in the boredom.

But Ming Chen had only been clean for two days, and he couldn't get clean anymore.

There is a male god sitting in the cafeteria.

Ming Chen's hand holding the dinner plate was shaking, and he didn't say a word about braised tofu after shaking for a long time.But the great monk behind cooking saw that he was nervous, so he ordered a little of every dish and asked him to take it.

Ming Chen turned around with one hand and one foot, and sat down at the farthest place where he could see the male god's back.

Ah, what a delicious meal, what a beautiful person.

Ming Chen had a dreamy day, and at night, Sister Xi Shi asked him how he was doing on WeChat, and he couldn't help but say: Vegetarian dishes are delicious.

Xi Shi answered him with three question marks.

He obviously slept soundly two days ago, but when the male god came, he felt hot and couldn't sleep because of the heat.

I tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, and in the second half of the night, I had endless love and hatred with two mosquitoes. I felt that the alarm clock rang after a while.

Another fine day.

The wing room where Ming Chen was located was in a very good location, lying on the bed, he could see a bright and unobstructed morning glow.

He slept with the window open at night, and now a gust of cool breeze came in, and the restlessness from yesterday was quickly calmed down.

After being dazed on the bed for a while, he slowly got up and took a shower.

In the mirror was a somewhat tired face with red eyes.He was born like this, and his eyes would turn red when he didn't sleep well, as if he had been wronged.

Sister Xi Shi praised him for being blessed by nature, but he didn't think so.

When there is nothing important, the dark circles under the eyes can be left alone, at most others will think that he has stayed up late.

But if the eye circles are red, you have to deal with it immediately, otherwise others will think that something happened.For a lazy person like him, this is quite troublesome.

Covering his eyes with a hot towel for a while, the red marks disappeared, Ming Chen carefully observed himself in the mirror, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, he walked out of the bathroom.

He has always felt that he is not very cute, but he is also very happy when fans say he is cute.

The bell rang, and the whole Fengshan Mountain was swaying, with melodious ancient rhyme.

Just as Ming Chen stepped into the kitchen, his brother was steaming steamed buns, and there was a steaming white mist above the stove.

"Xiaochen is just right." The senior brother called him: "I'm going to make stewed cabbage at noon. Someone just said that there is not enough cabbage. You go to the vegetable field and pick some."

Ming Chen saw black ash rubbing against his senior's head somewhere, and smiled for a long time: "Oh."

"Do you know where it is?" The senior brother turned around.

"Yeah, master took me to see it." Ming Chen said, turned and ran to the vegetable field.

That bell sounded like the wake-up bell of Chanxin Temple. Many monks and monks hadn’t come out yet, and the road was empty.

Mingchen communicated with the system whether it can be counted as today's running mileage.

[Dad, look, I'm running at an average speed. Shouldn't such an active behavior be encouraged? ]

[Mr. Mingchen, aerobic exercise is only considered effective if it is performed continuously. ]

[You will dispel my enthusiasm for sports...]

Ming Chen just stepped into the area of ​​the vegetable field, his eyes wandered, and he suddenly said, "Oh my god!"

Then double the speed, turn 50 degrees, rush out [-] meters like a shadow, and hide behind a room.

system:[……]

Si Yan'an was standing by the vegetable field, so he probably didn't notice him, he was looking in the direction of the bell with his hands in his pockets.

He only wore a vest on his upper body, which was very close-fitting, and a narrow waist could be seen.The pants are long, very loose light gray sweatpants, even if you can't stretch your legs, you can still feel the strength from the proportions.

Ming Chen sighed inwardly, as expected of a male god, he would not be reported for wearing a vest.

Si Yan'an's hair was a little long, and a small bun was tied behind his head.

Ming Chen didn't go to school much when he was supposed to go to school, his eyesight was very good, and he could still see a little stubble on his chin from the side and back.

After 2 minutes of silent confrontation, the male god finally moved, squatting down with his long legs, and studied the cabbage under his feet.

What are you looking at?

Ming Chen narrowed his eyes and stared more carefully, when suddenly he heard another human voice from that direction.

"Qing, Bai. Can you see it?" The abbot walked out slowly and stood behind him: "Don't underestimate the cabbage, Chinese characters are evolved from graphics, the shape, meaning, and many things, you have to observe and experience. "

Si Yan'an put one hand on his knee and was silent for a while: "How did you pick it up?"

Abbot suddenly laughed.

"You..." the abbot sighed, "Turn, twist."

Si Yanan reached out and grabbed the cabbage that was said to be very "innocent", turned it around half a circle, stepped on the rotten leaf next to it, and pulled it out forcefully.

A fresh and tender cabbage with morning dew is in hand.

"Dead innocent." Si Yan'an stood up and weighed the cabbage: "Teacher, would you like to eat it?"

"Amitabha." The abbot chanted the Buddha's name: "You are really bored, pick a few more and put them away. Young disciples will come to pick them up later."

"Okay." Si Yan'an seemed to have become interested in picking cabbage, and he stopped after half the field was ruined.

He piled all the cabbages against the wall, patted the dust on his hands, his eyes wandered in Ming Chen's direction, and then followed the abbot into the room.

Ming Chen retracted his head, his heart beating violently.

Innocence is dead, and so am I!

Did the male god just see me! ?

Mingchen's restlessness that had just calmed down early in the morning quickly resurfaced, and he was a little absent-minded all afternoon. When he jumped the plum blossom pile, he slipped and fell, scratching a piece of skin on his elbow.

A monk Wu looked at him for a while with a half-smile, and asked him to go to the side to rest and reflect.

Frustrated, Mingchen posted a photo of his elbow injury in the WeChat group.

Brother Ping:?

Lu Mang: See a doctor quickly for this injury, otherwise it will heal

Zhou Wandui: Damn it! ! !Such a big piece of skin! !The youngest member hurriedly posted on Weibo, asking your fans to help you get on the hot search for free! ! !

Ming Chen sighed speechlessly, sister Xi Shi finally saw it at night, and gave him a series of fatal phone calls.

"What's going on? Didn't you say it's good? Did you apply the medicine? You said it fell from the plum blossom pile? It's too dangerous, what if you fall to the bone? Have you not eaten meat for a few days? Come back if you don't—”

Ming Chen covered himself with a quilt: "I won't go back."

Sister Xi Shi: "Huh?"

Ming Chen said firmly: "Martial arts practice makes me happy."

Sister Xi Shi: "..."

Mainly I still want to see the male god again.

The next day, along with the morning bell, the WeChat notification sounded. Ming Chen rummaged under the quilt for a while, took a look at his phone, and found that it was from Sister Xi Shi.

Shi Wen: I sent you some things yesterday, but people said they were not allowed to go up the mountain, so they put them at a certain courier point below.Take a look and ask someone to pick it up, there is more than one box.

Ming Chen replied with a tilde, got up on the bed and put a hot towel on his eyes.

At breakfast he asked a fat monk sitting next to him.

"Brother, can I ask you something?"

The monk was quite surprised, seeing him unfamiliar, but felt that Ming Chen smiled very pleasingly, so he laughed and said, "Say it?"

"My friend sent me something and said it was delivered at the foot of the mountain, where exactly is it?" Ming Chen sat obediently.

"Express delivery!" A monk wearing glasses on the opposite side interjected: "You don't need to go down to get it, this is brought up by the disciples of Mingxintang. It goes there every day, and it should have gone by now."

Pangpang also said: "The morning class is over, you go and look under the ginkgo in the north of the main hall."

Chanxin Temple is very famous in the surrounding area, but the back mountain is not visited by tourists, and the people it receives are all kinds of strange.

The disciples are well-informed, and they seldom ask any celebrity to sign, and celebrities generally don't get close to them.

Therefore, Ming Chen is quite special in their eyes.

Ming Chen hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Do you usually deliver a lot? Mine may be bigger. My friend said that there are two big boxes, so it's not easy to carry."

Pangpang and the glasses looked at each other, then tilted their heads and said, "It's not easy to take it...or you can go down and see it yourself? It's in the middle of the mountain, don't take the cable car, take the pine forest, there are signs."

Ming Chen thanked him, worried that he would walk too fast, so he went down the mountain with a bun in his mouth.

Fengshan is very big, and there are many signposts everywhere.

Mingchen stared at one of them for a long time to identify, and finally felt that he had found the right one. This word is really difficult to recognize...

At this time, it had been delayed for a quarter of an hour, and he couldn't help trotting, not in the mood to joke with the system anymore.

Although he is used to talking nicely and acting coquettishly with his teammates, he is actually quite afraid of bothering others, especially strangers.

This will make him very embarrassed and stressful.

He is very good at saying thank you, so he always feels that the power of thank you is too small, and any verbal things make him feel that there is not enough weight.

The pine forest covered the sky and the sun, the path was difficult to walk, and Ming Chen was sweating profusely.After finally walking out, the field of vision suddenly widened.

Then he paused, and swished back into the woods.

Oh my god!

Si Yan'an was wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants and sneakers today, standing by the fence.

Outside the fence is a small fault, seven or eight meters high, with a small lake underneath.

When he first arrived, a certain monk took him around the temple, pointed to the lake and said it was called "Shouxin Lake", and Ming Chen went back to check and found out that it was Shouxin Lake and not his hand.

It was windy this morning, and Si Yanan stood very casually, his hair was pulled up as forcefully as yesterday, exposing the beautifully lined nape of his neck.

Ming Chen felt numb in his palms just by looking at the back.

The male god seemed to be in a daze, with one hand hanging down and the other in his pocket.Ming Chen asked himself that he couldn't do it, and he couldn't leave his mobile phone when he had nothing to do.

But looking at Si Yan'an, I felt... very quiet, as if I could squat here forever.

Suddenly a strange noise woke him up, Ming Chen immediately became anxious again, the male god was blocking the intersection, he dared not go down...

What to do what to do what to do what to do.

"Squeak—" Another strange sound came out.

Ming Chen moved his body and saw a monk in monk's robes, pushing a two-wheeled cart with one hand, and staring at his phone intently with the other.

The road was paved with stone slabs, and although the boundaries between the steps were not very clear, there were still some. The man pushed the cart along a section, but Si Yanan didn't seem to hear the sound, and just stood there.

Ming Chen couldn't squat anymore, just as he was about to remind him, he saw the monk suddenly push Si Yan'an, causing Si Yan'an to stagger.

"Hey!" The mobile phone monk panicked, the cart overturned to the side, and the two biggest boxes fell over the fence, Ming Chen could hear the heavy muffled sound.

"What are you doing here!?" The mobile phone monk was very annoyed, threw the cart away, and scolded on the spot: "What's so interesting about a broken lake, you want to jump down!?"

Ming Chen was startled, and shrank his head subconsciously.

"..." Si Yanan pressed his waist, turned around with a sullen face, looked at the phone and the monk did not speak.

"What are you looking at?" The cell phone monk's eyes on his boss Yan'an obviously paused.

Ming Chen was quite annoyed.

According to Pang Pang and Glasses in the cafeteria, the people who take the express usually carry the baskets on their backs, because they carry them every day and there are not many things.

Today, this person must have borrowed a two-wheeled bicycle for his big suitcase, and pushed it up... maybe because of this he is in a bad mood?

In any case, the accident had more or less his reasons.

But Ming Chen didn't dare to go out, he just bit his lower lip and picked at the bark.

"Go and pick it up." Si Yan'an looked at him for a minute, and finally opened his mouth with a sullen face.

The cell phone monk was already a little fuzzy, but his forehead twitched when he heard this.

"It's too late, who the hell let me pick it up, whoever you love picks it up. You are such a big star, if you can't think about it, you can't hear me pushing the cart so loudly, so let me pick it up?"

Si Yan'an narrowed his eyes, and slightly elongated the two words: "Go pick it up."

Ming Chen wanted to cry a little, he really wanted to jump into the lake to pick it up by himself, and picked another fingernail on the tree.

The two confronted each other for a while, and Ming Chen watched Si Yan'an take out a hand from his pocket.

Then, from the fingertips to the wrist, the exposed muscles gradually tightened, in a gesture of accumulating strength.

Ming Chen could clearly see the expression on his gradually dark cloud over the city, and believed that the other side also felt it, opened his mouth and was speechless.

The arrogance of both parties in a quarrel is a very mysterious thing. In many cases, it is not whoever plays well can win the quarrel. Si Yanan said two words from the beginning to the end, but the pressure on the verge of breaking out has already made the opponent sweat.

"You," Si Yan'an said in a deep voice, "you don't look at the road while pushing the cart, just stare at your phone. Don't apologize if you bump into someone, and don't worry if you lose your courier. There isn't your courier inside, right?"

The cell phone monk was silent.

"So you're not in a hurry?" Si Yan'an said again.

Ming Chen was afraid to breathe, and he didn't blink his eyes. Three seconds later, Si Yan'an yelled, "Go pick it up!"

Ming Chen shrank his neck.

The monk was much more exaggerated than him, shaking like an electric shock, and then ran down the mountain rolling and crawling.Ming Chen saw that his exposed skin was completely red, as bright as the morning glow.

The next moment, Si Yanan looked into the woods.

Ming Chen stood up with all his hairs, turned his head and ran wildly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Si Yanan: "..."