818 The Uncle Feng Who Fell on My Balcony

Xiao He held the chip in his hand and rubbed it, and there was a series of sore pains in his heart - after so many days, he didn't know what happened to his parents, did the police find their bodies? No one helped them burial.

Xiao He felt very sad when he thought about these things, he still couldn't cry, his chest was stuffy and painful.He felt that this would be bad for his health, and he still had things to do, so he couldn't torment himself willfully, so he could only put the chip away first, and put it in his sleeve.

Xiao He really wanted to know what was inside the chip, so that his father would not give it to Yan Keli even if he died.But now in such a ghostly place without a computer, Xiao He can only stop thinking about it for the time being.

He thought that his life in Jiu Jiu's place would become very difficult, but unexpectedly, the other party didn't make things difficult for him, or even lock him up, but he didn't really cooperate with Xiao He either, he seemed to be forgotten.However, Xiao He felt that Jiu Jiu was very confident in the terrain of his territory, and he could not leave here as a mere mortal.

Fortunately, Xiao He still had a mass spectrometer on him, so he continued to study Lingyuan when he had nothing to do, and there were several spiritual plants brought from the Kunlun Realm in his sleeve, which was enough for Xiao He to play for a while.

In fact, he also has his own reasons for studying Lingyuan. Ever since the tourmaline pearl was sucked clean by Jiu Jiu, Xiao He has often felt sleepy. He thought that the thing had stayed in his body for 20 years and merged with his body. Extracting it will definitely have an impact.

The changes in his body made Xiao He quite worried. He was very afraid that he would die like this, and he would not even be able to see Feng Xie for the last time.

In such a helpless situation, he cannot rely on others. If he is lucky enough to research something, he may still be able to save himself.Every time he was sleepy and wanted to sleep, Xiao He had no choice but to comfort himself that it was a psychological effect. Didn't Feng Xie smoke him before, and he was fine all the time.

In addition to studying Lingyuan, Xiao He was still paying attention to other things, which was about the bowl of cabbage at the door that day.It can be preliminarily concluded that the thing was not given by Jiu Jiu, and he does not seem to be such a careful and kind monster.Afterwards, he had two meals a day, and at each meal, someone put food for him at the door or under the window, and he never missed it.

After a long time, Xiao He became curious about the person who delivered the food. He hid under the window this day, trying to find out who was doing it.

The place where Jiu Jiu lives is mysterious and strange, and the climate is quite different from the human world—it rains a little today, and it will be snowy tomorrow, so there are not many plants growing. It is impossible to imagine cabbage and food in this environment. Not an idler.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, the sky was lightly raining again. Xiao He hid behind the window and saw a man wearing a bamboo hat walking in from the door. He was holding a tray with bowls and chopsticks on it. The person who delivers the food.

This time, Xiao He pushed open the door to welcome him out without waiting for him to approach. The other party probably did not expect Xiao He to appear suddenly, and after a daze, he performed a Buddhist ceremony to him: "Amitabha, the face of the benefactor has improved a lot in recent days , good and good.”

Xiao He didn't expect that the other party was really a monk. He only saw him wearing light gray clothes from a distance, but when he got closer, he realized that the clothes he was wearing were monk clothes.

How could there be monks in such a place?

Seeing him winking and smiling at him suddenly, Xiao He realized that he had been staring at him for a long time, and hurriedly replied: "Thank you for your concern, and you will bring me food for the next few days. Master, please come in and sit outside. It's raining heavily."

Originally, it was the first time the two met face to face, Xiao He was more or less embarrassed, but there was an indescribable feeling about the monk, which made people feel at ease.He was not polite to Xiao He either. After handing the tray to Xiao He, he followed him into his room, and conveniently put the bamboo hat that was still dripping at the door.

After sitting down, the monk said with a look of finding out the world: "The benefactor must have a lot of questions to ask, why don't you gossip with the poor monk after lunch."

Xiao He hesitated and didn't do anything, he said that he was watching how he was eating, but when he looked up, he saw that the master had closed his eyes and sat in meditation, as if he had already entered meditation.

Xiao He knew in his heart that he was not embarrassing himself too much, and he had to continue with the kindness of the other party, so he picked up the bowl and started eating.

Today's lunch is vegetable rice, cooked with spinach leaves and rice. Although it is simple, it tastes good.

Now Xiao He finally understands why all the food he eats these days is vegetarian, it must be made by this monk.While eating, he involuntarily looked at the monk in front of him, and the more he looked, the more he felt that this person was not ordinary.

The other party wore a string of white Buddhist beads on his chest, which looked like jade, and each one was extremely oily, perhaps because of being rubbed for a long time to absorb the oil on his fingers.His robe is very simple, a gray monk's robe with tie-in legs, and a right lapel robe of the same color outside.It's just that his clothes are very old, and the cuffs are frayed. Although he is a little thin, he is very tall, and the muscles on his calf exposed by rolling up his robe are not like the monk who sits in the room all day. For the meals I cooked for myself, I think it is more likely that this master is an ascetic monk who travels all over the world.

What is more strange is that although he is a monk, his hair is very long and tied in a ponytail on top of his head.His hair may be too stiff, and there are many hairs, which look a bit messy when tied together.

However, this monk not only has unruly hair, but also has a very tough facial line, especially when he closes his eyes, he does not have eyes that are tolerant of all sentient beings to ease his temperament. His facial features even have a sense of "charm", which does not look like the above in the traditional sense at all. A compassionate monk.

Xiao He stared at his face while chewing - when the master was looking at him intently just now, he didn't pay much attention to the other person's appearance. Now that he closed his eyes, he no longer noticed his eyes, so he could divert his attention to his looks.

Xie Mei, Xiao He thought about it for a long time, but still felt that these two words could only be used to describe the appearance of this master.

... But using the word evil to describe the monk is not a bit too offensive.

Xiao He quickly lowered his head to eat, and stopped thinking about those messy things.

After he finished eating, he put the bowl on the table, the monk opened his eyes, and chanted the Buddha's name again: "Almsgiver, although his complexion looks much better, the gloomy color between his brows is getting heavier and heavier, Wan Wang is relieved."

Xiao He was stunned: "Master has seen me?"

He smiled and looked at Xiao He: "The poor monk has only seen the benefactor from a distance and knows some medicine, so he can see that the benefactor is not feeling well, so he added some medicines to the benefactor's meals without authorization."

Xiao He was a little surprised. He didn't study Chinese medicine, but he knew the magic of Chinese medicine. Knowing a person's physical condition just by "looking" may sound absurd in Western medicine, but if it is a highly skilled Chinese medicine doctor, it is very helpful. possible.

"Why did you punish me?" Xiao He murmured in his heart, besides being a hostage, he didn't show any special use value.

The monk asked strangely: "Why? The donor is sick, and the poor monk has medicine. Why else?"

After hearing his words, Xiao He's face turned hot with embarrassment, and he nodded uncomfortably: "Then I don't know what your dharma name is? My name is Xiao He...you can just call me by my name."

Hearing this, the monk felt embarrassed, a vividly embarrassed smile appeared on his face, and when he raised his eyebrows, the evil charm became more obvious.

Xiao He was surprised—how could there be such a contradiction in the world? In his impression, people who practice Buddhism should become more kind-hearted and kind-eyed. Fake monk?Or is he going to become a monk in order to avoid the troubles in his mortal life?This monk doesn't look very old, thirty at most, he should... just become a monk, right?

"Well, to be honest with Donor Xiao, the poor monk did have a dharma name, but it's been too long. This head only remembers the Buddhist scriptures and the Dharma, and has forgotten everything else."

He pointed to his head innocently and said: "It's not an important thing to think about. If it wants to leave the poor monk, it means that it has no relationship with the poor monk. It doesn't matter if you don't remember. The donor should call the poor monk monk, and the monsters here call the poor monk." monk."

"..."

The monk seemed to see Xiao He's embarrassment. He remembered that every time he asked someone to call him a monk, the other party would be as cautious as Xiao He.There are not many people he has to deal with in this mountain, except for these monsters who are informal and always call him the word "monk", which is very incomprehensible in the eyes of ordinary people.

He let out a long sigh: "Forget it, that poor monk will take number one now. It is said that there is no way to cross sentient beings, and there is no way to cross sentient beings. Donor Xiao will call the poor monk helpless."

Xiao He twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that keeping pets is not so casual: "...Okay, Master."

Unable to raise his eyebrows and smile, that evil spirit came out again: "Where did you just talk about?"

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"Since a few days ago, people have been delivering food to me. I think it must be that Master Fu is doing good deeds."

Unable to smile and wave his hands: "Where, the poor monk also has to eat on weekdays, but it's just a matter of raising a finger. Benefactor Xiao, how did you get to this place? I saw that you look haggard, and you don't look like the rations of the demon king. How did you get caught?"

The corner of Xiao He's mouth twitched - rations?

"Demon King? Are you talking about Jiu Jiu?"

Unable to smile: "Exactly. This place is called Yiyi Mountain, and it is the territory of the demon king Jiu Jiu. After the poor monk went to Zen that day, he happened to see him bring the benefactor Xiao back, so he paid attention."

Xiao He didn't know where the helpless was standing, so his tone was tight: "Then why is the master helpless here? Are you not a mortal?"

Unable to say: "Of course the poor monk is a mortal, and he is here to purify the Dharma and save all living beings."

Xiao He opened his mouth, thinking that the Buddhist school really has some panacea words, how can he answer this.

Unable to see that Xiao He was at a loss for words, he explained to him very intimately: "Buddhism saves sentient beings, and mortals also save demons. In a quiet room, when you sit in meditation, you only save yourself. The poor monk saves himself, so he boldly wants to save people in the world." , So I traveled around. That is to say, Yishan Mountain was originally a place where all kinds of monsters gathered, and all kinds of monsters and spirits practiced here. However, one day, when the poor monk was meditating beside Jishui, he suddenly felt that there was more aura other than monsters here. The smell was very ominous, and the poor monk thought that Mount Yi must be enlightened by Buddhism, so he traveled thousands of miles to come here."

Xiao He understood a little bit, but found it ridiculous: "Can you feel that there is a problem here even thousands of miles away?"

Unable to laugh and say: "Buddha Dharma is boundless, why stop thousands of miles."

"Then how do you cross here? Did you succeed?"

I can't regret to say: "It hasn't been successful yet, and now the poor monk can only read scriptures to the little demons in his spare time to help them achieve Taoism and become immortals as soon as possible, but those who really want to be enlightened by the poor monk are only willing to listen to Buddhist scriptures for half an hour a day. I don't know when the ominous aura on him will be completely eliminated."

After Xiao He heard it, an idea popped up in his heart, he tentatively asked: "The person the master said, could it be..."

Unable to smile and nod: "It's the Demon King himself."

The author has something to say: I love this monk so much...