Daoist, he doesn't understand love

Early the next morning, Ti Ye crawled out from under the altar, looked at the new shoes next to the statue, touched them, but was reluctant to wear them, and went barefoot to the neighboring villages and towns.

Ling Weiyun followed, only to realize that he was begging for food.

It was the time when the morning market was bustling, and the street was full of stalls, freshly baked buns, hot noodle soup, and roast ducks hanging on racks... Ling Weiyun could even hear Ti Ye swallowing, But when he came to a stall, someone pushed him away, and a fat-faced butcher threatened to chop him with a machete, cursing: "Go away, you little beggar, don't hinder me from doing business!"

After driving the person away, he took the cane and carefully picked the chopping board, as if there was something unclean.

Ti Ye walked away, but did not go far, standing at the corner of the street, staring at the row of shops in front of him.

The morning market is lively, and there are many people coming and going. The good ones are sold out soon, and they have to make up for them. The boss is busy, so he can find vacancies at this time.

Finally, a steamed stuffed bun shop sold out one basket, and there were not many baskets left, so it had to be replaced with a new one. The boss left his own child to watch the shop, and went to the alley behind the stall to get new ones.

As soon as the boss walked away, Ti Ye stepped out with his back, and walked close to the crack of the wall to the side of the steamed stuffed bun shop. While the child was counting the copper coins handed over by the customers, he quickly stretched his hands into the steaming cage drawer, and scalded them. hands.

Ti Ye didn't hold back, and touched a steamed stuffed bun inside. It was big and fluffy, with oil leaking from the top, and it was still stuffed with meat.

Ti Ye hesitated for a while, then put the meat bun back, then touched a hollow steamed bun, and quickly put it into his bosom.

When he was running away, the child found him and yelled, "Steal the buns, someone stole the buns!"

But Ti Ye ran fast and slippery. Seeing his menacing expression, people on the street avoided him one after another.

The child's voice was getting quieter in the back, and Ti Ye was about to run out of the street. At this moment, he glanced away, but saw that the butcher's stall in the front left was empty for a while, and the butcher was sitting on a rocking chair. Playing cattail fan, humming a little tune with eyes closed, very carefree.

Ti Ye's eyes hardened, and he continued to run forward. When he passed the butcher, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked hard--with a bang, the whole shop was overturned by his kick. After the butcher.

The butcher got up from the pile of meat and wiped his oily face, the flesh on his face trembled, his eyes that were squeezed by the fat seemed to burst into flames, he saw that it was Ti Ye, he moved He picked up the machete beside him, cursed angrily, turned over the overturned shop, and chased after him directly: "Fucking little bastard, I'll see if I don't chop you up!"

The butcher was covered in flesh, but he didn't expect his physical strength to be astonishing. He ran for a long time in the night, but he couldn't get rid of him.

Holding a knife, the butcher approached Chao Tiye step by step, and said fiercely: "Little brat, run away again, if you dare to overthrow my stall, I think you don't want to live!"

Ti Ye leaned his back against the wall, arched his back, and made a posture of attacking. His eyes were fierce, and his mouth made an incomprehensible hiss, which was not like a human can make.

The butcher didn't realize it, and pointed at his leg with a knife, saying: "Which foot kicked, I chopped it off."

Ti Ye's pupils flashed suddenly, and the eyes seemed to stand upright. When the butcher was getting closer and reaching out to grab his neck, the boy in front of him suddenly disappeared. The next moment, a black snake rushed straight to the door come.

There was a scream in the alley.

In a short while, the butcher ran out of the alley empty-handed, with two holes the size of rice grains on his neck, bleeding profusely.

While running, he was still yelling: "Monster, monster!"

After the butcher disappeared, the black snake was still in the alley, hissing with its snake letter open. After a while, seeing no one came again, it slowly slid out along the wall.

It wasn't until he got out of this street and went to a place where there were no people, that he turned into a boy again.

With a gloomy expression on his face, Ti Ye kicked the mud under his feet: "Damn it, he didn't bite through his neck with one bite."

And viciously, said: "I will see you next time, see if I don't bite him to death."

Ling Weiyun, who heard it next to him, couldn't help frowning slightly: "You are so young, why are you so hostile?"

If he hadn't stopped him just now, maybe the butcher would have been bitten through the neck by him.

After the harsh words, Ti Ye was discouraged again, and muttered: "Okay, the meal is gone now."

Ling Weiyun paused, and noticed that the steamed bun in his arms had indeed disappeared, presumably when he turned into a snake, the steamed bun couldn't hide and fell out.

Then I thought that Ti Ye abandoned the buns and took the steamed buns. After all, he had a little conscience, and felt a little soft-hearted.

Ti Ye didn't dare to go back to that street for the time being, the town was not big, and there was nothing to eat in other places, so he had to go all the way out of the town and return to the ruined temple.

Unexpectedly, there were already people in the ruined temple.

As soon as Ti Ye entered the door, he saw a young man in brocade clothes sitting boldly on the altar. Besides him, there were four or five companions by his side. Said: "Oh, smelly beggar, are you back?"

And the pair of new cloth shoes that Ti Ye himself was reluctant to wear were hung on a branch by the young man, dangling.

Seeing this, Ti Ye's eyes turned red, almost immediately wanting to pounce on someone.

But the person on the other side moved faster than him, and the two people guarding the door held him down to prevent him from escaping.

The young man threw the pair of shoes aside, jumped off the altar, and walked up to Ti Ye: "The little beggar still has new shoes to wear, tell me, where did you steal them from?"

Ti Ye's eyes were red, and he spat at him: "None of your business!"

The boy didn't pay attention for a moment, spit on the brocade clothes, his face turned green immediately, he waved his hand, and slapped Ti Ye: "Bitch! How dare you spit at me!"

Ti Ye was pushed to the side by him, then turned his head and said angrily: "Not only will I spit on you, but I will kill you!"

The boy was so angry that his chest heaved and he gritted his teeth and stared at him fiercely. After a while, he calmed down again. He smiled coldly at Ti Ye: "You still want to kill me?"

"—I'll kill you first!"

After saying that, he raised his foot and kicked Ti Ye's chest, knocking him to the ground, and asked someone to hold him down, and he fell down with fists and feet.

The young man beat and scolded, and said: "You dare to steal from me on the street, and you dare to trip the young master, so that you can embarrass me in the street, you beggar, see if I don't teach you a lesson today, young master!"

Ti Ye was pressed to the ground, his hands and feet were trampled, but he couldn't move even the slightest while struggling, and he couldn't even change into a snake shape, so he could only be beaten.

Ling Weiyun couldn't stand it anymore, and tried several times, but it didn't work at all, and the beating boy was not stopped at all, and even the servants around him came up to help him.

Ling Weiyun realized that this should be a very impressive scene in Ti Ye's memory, and everything was clearly engraved in his heart, so that he couldn't intervene to change it when it was replayed through the illusion.

I don't know how long it took before this unilateral beating ended.

The young man in brocade clothes seemed to be tired from the beating, and finally stopped panting for breath, but still stepped on Ti Ye's back, and said: "You stinking beggar, it's best not to let me see you again, otherwise I will hit you every time I see you."

Then he retracted his feet, straightened his collar, and led the servants out of the ruined temple.

The group of people walked for a long time before Ti Ye moved and slowly got up from the ground.

His face was covered in plaster, bruised and bloody, Ti Ye pressed the tip of his tongue against the side of his cheek, and then spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.

He looked at the direction the group of people left, with hatred in his eyes.

The shoes were thrown aside and stained with plaster again. Ti Ye limped over, picked them up and held them in his hands, and carefully blew them a few times, but it was useless. The hatred in his eyes became stronger for a moment .

Ling Weiyun heard him grit his teeth and said: "When I learn the spell? I will kill you all one by one!"

My heart skipped a beat.

Fortunately, the following month was fairly calm, and there were no more twists and turns.

Ti Ye was injured and could no longer go out to steal things, and the wound made him have a fever, so he could only curl up on the futon all day long.

Ling Weiyun set up a barrier around him to protect him from the wind and rain, and picked some fruits from nearby every day and put them beside him. Later, he also became a thief and stole the cooked porridge from nearby farmhouses Rice and chicken were fed to Ti Ye.

Ling Weiyun found out that as long as the main scenes in this illusion are not hindered, that is, the things that happened in Ti Ye's memory are not changed, then it is fine for him to do these innocuous things.

It's just that Ling Weiyun occasionally thinks that this is the result of his care. Back then Ti Ye was only alone, but he didn't know how he survived.

In any case, after two days, Tiye's fever was gone, he was awake, and the wound was getting better day by day.

Finally, the one-month period mentioned by Ling Weiyun, the master brother of the sect, has arrived——the Daoyi Sect's disciple selection contest.

That day and night, I put on those cloth shoes, and carefully washed my face with water by the river, barely washing off the dirt on my face, and went up the mountain early, to the mountain gate of Dao Yizong.

At this time, many people had gathered in front of the mountain gate.

The Taoist disciples in blue Taoist robes were divided into two rows and guarded at the gate of the mountain. Each row had a disciple writing a pen to register, and beside the writing disciple was another disciple, holding a box in his arms, writing three "merit box" Character.

Anyone who registers will put things into the merit box, whether it is gold or silver, or pearls or jade, or more valuable treasures. Before Ti Ye came, he thought he had already invested a lot, but the merit box was like a bottomless pit. Even devouring is not enough.

Most of the people who came to sign up were dressed in brocade clothes, and all of them brought their servants. Some of them did not dislike the ruggedness of the mountain road, so they even lifted up the sedan chair, and the master sat in the sedan chair, waiting for the servants to complete the registration. .

Ti Ye didn't care about other people, he looked around, as if he wanted to find someone.

But after looking around, he couldn't find any. He curled his lips, thinking that since others called him senior brother, he would naturally have a high status, so there was really no need to show up for such trivial matters as recruiting disciples.

After thinking about it, Ti Ye withdrew his gaze and walked up to a disciple who was writing: "I want to sign up."