that bastard i love

The next morning, Wen Gulin got up early, looked helplessly at the person next to him who was sleeping like a dead pig, and sighed.

It seemed that Zhang Min couldn't get up anymore, after all, he didn't go to bed until two or three in the morning last night.

Originally, I wanted to take Zhang Min to the door to eat a bowl of rice noodles or rice noodles, and taste the special snacks of Yunnan, but it seemed hopeless.

Forget it, let this dead pig sleep in the inn by himself, and he will eat by himself.

Wen Gulin carefully climbed out of the bed from the end of the bed, and tiptoed gently to the toilet to wash his hands, for fear of making a noise and waking up those who were not awake on the bed.

After all, this dead pig slept so late last night, let him sleep more, even if he shouted, he was indistinct.

After tidying up, Wen Gulin slipped out of the room and walked downstairs along the wooden steps.

There was no one in the lobby of the inn, it was quiet, the little brother at the front desk had already fallen asleep on the table, only the wind chime hanging by the door was ringing softly.

The ancient city during the day is not as lively as at night. There are only one or two pedestrians and tourists who are having breakfast on the street.

What a peaceful morning.

But it didn't work out.

Stretching, he had just stepped out of the inn with his front foot, and before his back foot had crossed the threshold, a person suddenly fell in front of him.

Wen Gulin: "..."

What, what are you doing?

Touch, touch porcelain?

I saw the man crawling up from the ground, patted the gray robes on his body, and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I made you laugh."

Just as Wen Gulin was about to say that it's okay, a deafening curse from a distance passed through the entire street: "Bah, I want to eat without money! You're still begging for money, get out!"

The person who just fell in front of him shook his head helplessly, clasped his hands together, and said: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun."

Only then did Wen Gulin realize that this was a Taoist priest.

He probably understood that it was this Taoist priest who wanted to beg for alms, but was kicked out by others.

No... is this Taoist mentally ill?

Lijiang, Dali, and Tibet respect Buddhism. It’s okay if a monk comes here for alms, but a Taoist priest comes here for alms…

It's so weird...

"Hahaha, the benefactor laughed." Seeing Wen Gulin staring at him, the Taoist smiled embarrassedly, secretly rubbed his buttocks that had just been kicked with his right hand, and complained in a low voice: "It's so cruel..."

Wen Gulin waved his hand, and was about to go around this person and leave, but was stopped.

"Benefactor, can I treat you to a meal? I'm gone now."

"Why are you looking for me? Do I look rich?" Wen Gulin asked quietly.

The Taoist priest reached out to straighten the messy hair just because he fell to the ground, nodded, and said with a smile: "The benefactor looks kind."

Wen Gulin: "..."

Well, anyway, he doesn't lack this little money.

…………

The two found a small stall and ordered two bowls of rice noodles. While waiting at the table, the Taoist priest took out a mobile phone from his bag and looked at it excitedly.

Wen Gulin couldn't help complaining: "You Taoist priests still play with mobile phones?"

Hearing this, the Taoist priest slapped his mouth and said with an exaggerated expression: "What age is this? Why can't Taoist priests play with mobile phones? Not only can I play with mobile phones, but I also have Weibo, WeChat, and QQ. Donors, let's play King of Glory ?”

Wen Gulin rolled his eyes and waved his hands.

He's not in the mood to play games, he can't even take care of his family, so how can he have time to play games.

But this Taoist priest is really trendy, and he also plays games.

"Benefactor, don't look at me with such disdainful eyes. Taoist priests are also human beings, and they have to eat, sleep and pass the time on their mobile phones. And I used to know that it is so difficult to be a Taoist priest, so I wouldn't choose to become a monk."

After hearing this, Wen Gulin became interested, and asked following his words: "Then why did you become a monk before?"

"Good question, it started two years ago..."