Red Heart Survey

The battle in Yangyu was just over, and all kinds of monsters and monsters came out, so Jiang Wang had to deal with it carefully.

Immediately stopped practicing, followed Dugu Xiao to the front yard.

He himself doesn't have any good channels for the time being, and he has entrusted Chongxuan Sheng to buy the opening pill for Dugu Xiao's previous promise to open the veins, and it will be completed in a few days.

Jiang Wang didn't bother with the layout of the courtyard, and Dugu Xiao took care of it all.

He didn't care much about these, but he did feel much more comfortable with his ears and eyes.

Visitors wait in the front yard.

This is a skinny old monk with a yellow face, wearing a rough linen monk's robe, and wearing a pair of open-toed straw sandals, the exposed toes are clearly black and dirty.

When Jiang Wang was looking at him, he was also looking at Jiang Wang.

"Why did the master come here?" Jiang Wang asked.

The yellow-faced old monk saluted with one palm: "The poor monk came here by fate."

Jiang Wang didn't want to pick up his faults, he just said deliberately: "If it's alms, we can arrange a fast meal."

The yellow-faced old monk nodded: "So, I have a favor to benefactor."

Jiang Wang: ...

If it was just for alms, Dugu had already arranged it since childhood.

The old monk must have had some other purpose when he waited until now.

What's more, his popularity is vague and unfathomable, and his cultivation base is unfathomable.

Jiang Wang didn't want to cause unnecessary troubles, and tried his best to restrain his curiosity when the enemy and the enemy were unknown. So he deliberately blocked him with alms, but he didn't expect the old monk to get off the donkey on the slope.

Really want alms!

Jiang Wang is also the lord of Qingyang town at any rate, so he can still afford a fast meal.

Just staring at the bowls that are getting higher and higher, Dugu Xiao's face is not so pretty.

She is used to living a hard life and knows the principles of diligence and thrift in housekeeping. It's not like I haven't seen a monk who has never seen a beggar in the past. Usually it's just a bowl of vegetarian rice and a few green vegetables. How can a beggar eat and drink, even eating more than 20 bowls of rice? I ate five dishes of vegetables!

It's just that Jiang Wang didn't speak, so she had no choice but to endure it.

On the other hand, when I went to the back kitchen, I quietly ordered to sprinkle more salt, so that this starved ghost reincarnated monk would be full of salt and not eat too much.

The yellow-faced old monk was very devout when he was eating, and he didn't speak, just staring at the food, chewing slowly. It looks careful, but it is not slow to eat.

The dishes were gradually piled up, and the cook was so tired that he changed one.

It was impossible for Jiang Wang to let such a strong man of unknown origin move around at will, so he kept his patience and stayed by his side.

It is inconvenient to explore the fog of ignorance, but sitting like this, it is no problem to accumulate Dao Yuan.

When there were forty empty bowls and nine empty dishes, the yellow-faced old monk stopped his chopsticks, rubbed his stomach, and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Have you used it, master?" Jiang Wang asked.

"The potential cannot be exhausted, and the blessings cannot be exhausted." The old monk said solemnly: "Just eat half full, and you must exercise restraint."

"……Been taught a lesson."

The yellow-faced old monk glanced at him with a teachable expression on his face.

But Dugu Xiao couldn't see it, and helped the servants remove the dishes, and he also hid outside by the way.

"Amitabha." The yellow-faced old monk saluted with one palm upright, and then he remembered to introduce himself: "The old monk is suffering, and the donor must have been like a thunderbolt."

As far as Li is concerned, this monk is so old that he should not be taken lightly without going too far.

Although Jiang Wang had never heard of Master Kujue at all, he also cooperated and said: "The master's virtue spreads far and wide, I must have heard of it. I don't know if the master is here this time..."

"It's all fate!"

The withered and wrinkled face of the yellow-faced old monk seemed to stretch out: "The old monk and you are destined!"

Before Jiang Wang could speak, the old monk Kujue said again: "Everyone in the world knows that the old monk is reasonable."

He looked at Jiang Wang up and down, and the more he looked at that look, the more joyful he was: "How can the old monk do nothing for you for a meal?"

Jiang Wang said "you're welcome" before he said it.

The yellow-faced old monk said: "Let me pass on your mantle!"

"Just pack up your things and follow me into the temple. I will pass on all the knowledge I have learned all my life, and within thirty years, I will be admired by the world like an old monk! Forget it, it's nothing good for me to come from a family. Pack it up, let's go..."

He said that he had come to Rajambang.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

Jiang Wang jumped far away in one step.

Are you mad?

How can I say that I am also an 18-year-old Tenglong Realm master, and Qi Tingshi is a male in Qingyang Town. It takes talent to have talent, strength to have strength, and potential to have potential, and power is also developing.

Why did you want me to leave everything behind and become a monk with you?

If it weren't for the fact that the old monk had some self-cultivation, unlike a pure fool, Jiang Wang would have left long ago.

My heart is in a mess, but I still maintain basic politeness on my face: "Master, maybe there is some misunderstanding? The kid has no plans to become a monk!"

The old monk Kujue looked a little dissatisfied: "You don't have any plans now, how do you know that you won't have any in the future?"

"..."

I don't know myself, you know?

Jiang Wang said as calmly as possible: "Not now, and probably not in the future."

"You can only represent the present you, not the future you." The old monk Jue Ku said and walked this way: "Don't waste time, hurry up and learn from the teacher!"

Jiang Wang retreated vigilantly, feeling a little dissatisfied in his heart: "Master, please respect yourself and don't mess around."

"You child, why don't you listen to persuasion?" Jue Ku frowned: "The old monk is someone who has been there, how could he lie to you? Before entering Buddhism, he was also a angry horse in fresh clothes. He thought that the scenery was boundless, but the glory was like a bubble. The world is full of ups and downs. After taking refuge in my Buddha, I finally obtained supreme peace!"

Jiang Wang couldn't help but look at his sackcloth monk's robe, then at his straw sandals with exposed toes.

Although he is not as particular about enjoyment as Zhao Rucheng, but he is not so perfunctory.

If this is "tranquility"...it's really unnecessary.

Noticing Jiang Wang's gaze, I felt bitter and frowned even deeper: "Ordinary riches and honor are fleeting, can't you see through this?"

Jiang Wang said in a muffled voice, "I don't have roots of wisdom."

"..."

Finally it was the old monk Jueku's turn to be silent.

The yellow-faced old monk was silent for a while, and forced the corners of his mouth to curl up: "It doesn't matter, as a teacher, I am used to turning stones into gold."

This person's face is as thick as Kun Pigu's, and this side didn't agree at all, he even claimed to be "a teacher".

"You don't need to order, I am real gold!"

The word master left him with not a good memory. So far, he has only sincerely acknowledged Dong Ah. From the guard at the beginning, to the trust later, to the deception at the end...

Jiang Wang was aroused with arrogance, and he didn't want to accompany him anymore, so he turned around and walked out.

But for some reason, after taking a few steps, his eyes fixed, and he realized that he had returned to his original position!

What means?

He made himself feel nothing!

Jiang Wang folded his body with his sword: "Master, what do you mean?"

"Good disciple, don't fight and kill Master, it's not big or small."

As Kujue said, he stretched his hand forward.

He didn't move his feet, but the sauvignon blanc was already in his hands. Jiang Wang didn't react at all, so he was empty-handed!

Those who use the sword lose the sword, and those who use the sword lose their lives when they decide their lives!

"The sword is not bad! But it's too fierce!" Kujue held the sword in front of him, stretched out his hand and brushed it slightly: "Today I got a good apprentice, as a teacher who has nothing to do, I will help you!"

A ray of Buddha's light flashed over Long Acacia, the pain was lost, Jiang Wang didn't notice the process, and his sword returned to his hand.

He gets along with this sword day and night, and they are of one mind.

I haven't seen any changes in Sauvignon Blanc, but it does feel different.