March is the month of spring, which is early spring.

In the market, the warm sun was shining slantingly, the spring light was just right, and it was really lively.

Just say that on this street, I suddenly saw a strange scene.

In the shop next to this road, there was a flow of people in the shop. Every trafficker and footman suddenly straightened his head and stretched his neck, as if he saw something strange, or lowered his head to whisper, or lowered his head to talk.

Surprised.

What they were looking at was the monk walking across the street.

Three monks.

No, there are only two real monks. One is an old monk with long eyebrows and a yellow face. He is dressed in gray and has a staff. The old monk also has a little monk like a meat ball on his shoulders. The two of them are dressed in monk robes and have rosary beads on their wrists. That is the real monk.

undoubtedly.

The other one is a fake monk, dressed in plain green clothes, with a stubble of dark hair that has just sprouted on his head. This stubble is actually a mixture of black and white. From a distance, it only looks like half black and half white, which is really weird.

It was Su Qing and the other three.

The old monk rescued him that day, and he continued to practice for a month and a half. Although his physical strength was completely lost, his physical strength was still there, his qi and blood were strong, and although the remaining internal strength was shallow, it was better than nothing in the end, so he was still seriously injured.

He healed very quickly, and then the three of them traveled all the way from north to south.

Now, we have entered the territory of Hunan.

Just say that three people will arrive together.

When everyone saw his face, hiss, everyone who took a look at it would have their eyes wide open, dumbfounded, and then lose consciousness on the spot, as if they had been tapped on an acupuncture point, standing there in a state of despair.

"Aqing, I'm hungry!"

The little monk smelled the fragrance on both sides of the market, sucked his index finger, and looked left and right, his soul almost being taken away.

When he heard that the person his disciple was calling was not him, the old monk looked at the people next to him with an unkind expression, as if he was afraid that his disciple would be kidnapped, and he snorted coldly.

"What a monster!"

Because all along the way, going to Japan was a disgusting job of begging for food, so Su Qing took it all in. And every time he walked around the market, he would definitely be carrying big fish and meat, and eating peanuts in his mouth.

They have become cunning and gained a lot of weight.

After all, it all depends on that face.

Su Qingru didn't hear this, and looked relaxed with a smile on his face. His smile immediately made the hearts of some of his daughters' families melt.

"What do you want to eat?"

When Su Qing heard the young monk calling him "Aqing", his eyes seemed to twinkle and tremble, and then he asked softly.

"Roast chicken, roast goose, sauced pork elbow..."

The little peanut monk clapped his fingers and said a series of names of dishes in one breath, all of which were meat. The old monk only stared and raised his eyebrows, and the evil look on his face became more and more serious.

"Okay, I want to eat too, let's go have a good meal!"

Su Qing touched his palm and responded with a slight smile. He looked around and finally chose the largest restaurant in the market. He only called out the shopkeeper and whispered a few words. The shopkeeper immediately smiled and said he didn't want any money. He was busy.

The three of them were respectfully invited upstairs and greeted with wine and meat.

The old monk frowned.

Looking at the wine and food that the waiter brought one after another, he smiled strangely and said: "Boy, monk, I don't have a copper coin on my body, and your body is even cleaner than your face. Are you planning to have a king's meal today?"

After saying that, he knocked the little monk on the head.

The little monk stood on the chair, looking at the big fish and meat on the table, his mouth watering with greed, but the master didn't say anything, so he could only watch helplessly.

Su Qing laughed.

"Eat, no money required!"

When the old monk heard this, he stopped talking, because he had already seen that there were now a large number of diners downstairs. He understood immediately, just rolled up his sleeves, smiled, held the wine jar, and first took a big gulp of strong wine, and then with one hand

Holding the altar, tearing off a chicken leg with one hand, drinking wine and eating meat, so happy.

Su Qing shook her head in disbelief. When Peanut next to her saw her master moving her mouth, she also picked up a roast chicken and bit into it. Her mouth was full of grease and juice, and her little eyes were almost slitted.

Su Qing poured a glass of wine and said with a smile: "Monk Jiuru, after this meal, we can disperse. Thank you for taking care of us these days!"

The old monk smiled and said, "Thank you. Don't blame me for letting go of all your skills. Just seek revenge from me in the future!"

Su Qing was dumbfounded. He glanced at the clouds thousands of miles outside the window and said softly: "Life is nothing more than flowers blooming and falling. Gains and losses are unpredictable. Who knows the blessings and misfortunes. Maybe this is a brand new beginning for me, which can be used to settle the past.

Everything, as for that skill, is something that comes from nothing. How can you get it without losing it? People in the world can only follow one path throughout their lives. In comparison, I don’t have the opportunity to choose again. Isn’t it great?

How wonderful!”

Seeing him say such an extraordinary words, the old monk was surprised. Sometimes he was thoughtful, and sometimes his eyes showed approval, but he soon sighed again. "You are so cunning. Although you have no skills, you

This physical body is extremely tyrannical and possesses inhuman strength. Along the way, I saw that every time you heard the word Yuan Army, you must have murderous intent in your eyes. Could it be that you are heading straight into the Yuan Army camp?"

Su Qing smiled implicitly when he heard this. "Haha, the monk has a pair of wise eyes. If my skill is still there, I can't go to Yuanting to kill him in the dark. But now I want to take a good look at this world.

Because of everything I did in the past, I was trapped in one place. Although I was in the world, I didn’t know all the world. Now I have the opportunity to go on a good journey. Some things are gone, and my heart is at peace!"

"Good boy, your words make me take a high look at you. Monk, I am already curious to see what extraordinary changes you will make when we meet again someday!" The old monk took a big sip of wine and praised highly.

At this point, the two of them talked little, and they drank and ate meat non-stop. Seeing that the business was booming, the shopkeeper was not stingy, and even changed two tables of food and wine to keep the three of them full.

He walked out the door hiccupping.

The sky is red like fire, and the spring breeze is blowing on my face.

The old monk held an ebony stick and carried the young monk on his shoulder. He also carried a large gourd of wine in his hand. He only took a fork in the road and said goodbye to Su Qing. However, he did not say goodbye, but saw him facing the gourd.

Drinking a few swigs of strong liquor,

He laughed madly and laughed loudly, as if drunk and awake, and said: "There is no ancestor who comes, and there is no Buddha who goes away. All living beings are confused and persistent. What is a Buddha? What is an ancestor? The ancestor is me, and I am the Buddha. Haha.

Haha...happy..."

Seeing the master and apprentice singing loudly and walking away, Su Qingcai squinted his eyes and praised: "What a drunkard, bald and weird monk, he has actually established a sect and become a Buddha and the ancestor of the world. It is really extraordinary!"

And what about him?

Su Qing glanced at the blue sky above his head, and saw a few lines of words suddenly appearing in his eyes from the vast floating clouds.

"Haha, do you want to establish a sect in this life? That's wonderful!"

He touched the stubble of his hair, turned his feet, embraced the breeze with his big sleeves, picked another bluestone path and walked away, murmuring softly: "Who was I before I was born? Who was I when I was born?

?When I grow up, I am who I am, and who am I when my eyes are closed? I am me, and who is me among all sentient beings? Who am I? I come and go in vain, but my eyes are dark..."

As the sound fades away, so do the people.

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Chapter completed!