The Little Monk's Path to Physical Transcendence

September.

The cool autumn breeze and the fragrance of sweet osmanthus—this is not an adjective, but a true portrayal of the little monk.

He was lying beside Hua Manlou, watching Hua Manlou fumble for the pages of the book in his hand.The pages of Huamanlou's book are specially made, and each word is embossed so that Huamanlou can "read" it.

Naturally, such pages would not have been bought. In fact, the Hua family paid a lot for Huamanlou. Such a printing workshop dedicated to Huamanlou is just one of them, not even the most precious.

The sweet-scented osmanthus was blown off the branches little by little by the refreshing autumn wind, fluttering and falling into the arms of the little monk and Huamanlou, even a few petals of sweet-scented osmanthus fell on the pages of the book.The autumn sun is no longer too glaring, and it shines on them through the gaps in the osmanthus trees, which is really very leisurely.

The little monk turned over on a soft pillow filled with petals, drowsy from the sun.

Listening to the little monk's breathing getting slower and slower, Hua Manlou couldn't help showing a smile: "Go to sleep when you're sleepy."

"Woo..." The little monk struggled to open his eyelids and groaned a few times.

This is acting like a baby, Hua Manlou looked at the little monk who kept moaning and laughing, put down the half-read book in his hand and patted the little monk's back: "Do you need me to coax you to sleep?"

He said so, but Hua Manlou's hand had already started to pat lightly on his own, and it fell on the little monk's back with a hypnotic force, and patted the little monk's dream together with the sunshine and the scent of osmanthus.

Master Shi Xin, who was famous in the world these days, fell asleep with Luo Hua on his pillow without any defense.

Hua Manlou was still patting the little monk on the back, afraid that he would wake up suddenly after stopping.Lu Xiaofeng really uncovered the mystery hidden under Shangguan Feiyan's lies, and once Tsing Yi Lou and Huo Xiu were overthrown, even the little monk came out in the limelight.

Not only because the little monk defeated Ximen Chuuxue, but also because the existence of the little monk in this amazing case must not be underestimated!

It is precisely because of this that many people from all walks of life who wanted revenge, wanted to be famous, and thought it was a rumour, took action one after another. I don’t know how many assassinations they encountered on the way back.The little monk knew that these were all for him, so he felt extremely guilty when facing Huamanlou, wishing he could do all the work, and he showed no mercy to those who came to provoke him.

So the little monk was not only exhausted in the past few days, but his nerves were also tense all the time - not everyone would fight openly, and most of them were people who played tricks behind their backs.

Huamanlou refrained from making a move along the way. The little monk has now completely stepped into the rivers and lakes, and even fell into the whirlpool of the rivers and lakes. These necessary experiences for walking in the rivers and lakes can only be taught to him little by little by virtue of this opportunity. up.

But at times like this, let him relax.

A gust of wind blows, and the sweet-scented osmanthus falls one after another, wrapping up the little monk's dream of being cared for.

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"Eh? Bitter Melon Master?" The little monk stared blankly at Hua Manlou, not understanding what Hua Manlou meant, "Has Bitter Melon become a spirit?"

"Cough." Hua Manlou laughed, and hastily coughed his whole life to cover it up, "Master Bitter Gourd is a famous Shaolin master, with profound Dharma, and he is also a good vegetarian."

The little monk suddenly realized: "He cooks delicious food! Then when shall we go?"

Hua Manlou shook his head helplessly: "Do you just remember to eat? Master Bitter Gourd is also very proficient in Buddhism, aren't you interested?"

"I don't like those scriptures." The little monk wrinkled his nose, "Master has been asking me to read scriptures, but I can't understand them at all."

"..." Hua Manlou was defeated by the young monk's righteous appearance, so he had no choice but to agree, "That's fine, let's go eat delicious food and leave tomorrow."

"Okay!" The little monk shouted, and happily ran to pack his luggage.

Hua Manlou held the letter in his hand and smiled slightly.

However, the little monk happily waiting to eat delicious food did not expect that what he saw when he walked into Master Bitter Gourd's residence was not a table full of delicious food, but Lu Xiaofeng covered in mud!

The little monk covered his nose vigorously, and said in a low voice, "You stink so much now!"

Lu Xiaofeng didn't care at all, and in the blink of an eye, he had another three pieces of vegetarian ham: "It doesn't matter if I stink or not, Master Bitter Gourd's dishes are always delicious!"

"..." The little monk wanted to eat again, but he didn't have the courage to smell Lu Xiaofeng's body, so he almost blushed.

Hua Manlou glanced lightly at Lu Xiaofeng, stretched out his hand to pick up some of each dish and put it in a bowl for the little monk, then Shi Shiran sat down on the seat.

The little monk immediately ran to sit down opposite Lu Xiaofeng with a "relieved" look, not wanting to stay by Lu Xiaofeng's side for a second.

Lu Xiaofeng kept stuffing food into his mouth, as if he had been hungry for three days and three nights.Hua Manlou couldn't help asking what Lu Xiaofeng did, but the little monk was not interested at all.

Now even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu is here, it is not as important as the bowl of food in the hands of the little monk.

Because it was hard to come by, the little monk took every bite with full piety, completely ignoring the greetings between the adults.

The little monk didn't raise his head until another young man in a fine attire came in outside.

This young master was not originally a young master, not only was he not, he was also a fast arrester of the Six Doors, and he had handled countless major cases.His name is also nice, Jin Jiuling.

He came all this time to get Lu Xiaofeng to help investigate a man who can embroider and embroider blind people.

Jin Jiuling looks very good, Zhou Zheng looks upright, he is generous in his shots, and he talks and laughs even more heartily, but the little monk feels uncomfortable no matter how he looks at it.

What's the problem... The little monk stopped eating, and was lost in thought while holding the bowl.

Of course, Jin Jiuling would not ignore such an obvious gaze, and immediately brought the subject to the little monk: "This is Master Shixin, it is true that being famous is not as good as meeting him, he is really a good-looking talent."

Such words were originally clichés, and they could be said to anyone, but it was especially funny when facing a child like the little monk.

Master Bitter Gourd teased his secular junior: "What you usually say is better than singing, why are you so jerky now?"

Jin Jiuling said with a smile: "This is wronging me, I am an honest person."

Lu Xiaofeng just realized that he had fallen into a trap, and now he laughed angrily: "If you are an honest person, then everyone else will cry to death!"

The little monk watched Jin Jiuling carefully and secretly, and still couldn't figure out what was wrong with it, but the little monk had already understood a truth - he would do the fighting himself, and leave the brains to Hua Manlou.

So the little monk waited until no one was there, and immediately complained to Hua Manlou: "That Jin Jiuling, he's not right!"