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Chapter 407 The Monk
Late at night, Yaowarat Road.

Bangkok's Chinatown has not become deserted because of the night.

On the contrary, an endless stream of tourists walked through the streets, making the whole Chinatown even more lively.

"Persist on it a little longer, and the grocery store will be dumped in no time."

Among the crowd passing through the street, Lao Qian turned his head and reminded the two people behind him.

"Ahao, are you okay..."

Walking in this kind of crowded flow of people, there is no pressure for the nimble Lin Jiuying.

However, Lin Jiuying couldn't help asking, glancing sideways at the apprentice beside him.

"Don't worry, master, I can still stand it."

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Ah Hao looked up at the faintly visible signboard of 'Qian Ji Grocery' in the distance, then gritted his teeth and replied.

How to put it, he was also a disciple of Maoshan. Although he didn't practice kung fu very seriously, he still wouldn't turn into a soft-legged shrimp who couldn't walk after being raped by the third prince for a few minutes.

Hearing the apprentice's insistence, Lin Jiuying put down the idea of ​​making a move, and took back the spell in his hand. He turned his head and glanced at the old Qian who was leading the way.

"It's here, it's here!"

Passing by a few foreign devils with strong body odor, Lao Qian looked at the signboard of the grocery store, heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to walk into the store.

However, in the next second, the crowd gathered in front of the grocery store made him pause involuntarily.

"What's going on, this store is not open yet, why are there so many people gathered at the door."

"Give way, let everyone..."

With a puzzled expression on his face, he muttered something, Lao Qian squeezed through the crowd around the store entrance and approached the store entrance, and soon he understood the reason why these people gathered here.

I see, in front of the grocery store.

A monk in cassock was sitting quietly at the door of the shop, with his hands folded and his head bowed, reciting scriptures silently.

With the noise in front of the shop, the monk who had been reciting scriptures seemed to have noticed something, slowly raised his head, and spoke to the crowd in Thai.

"You came."

From the direction the monk was facing, it seemed that he was speaking to the old Qian who passed through the crowd, but it seemed to be speaking to Lin Jiuying who was following behind him.

……

Chinatown, inside the grocery store.

Ah Hao reached out and tore a chicken leg from the old hen in front of him and stuffed it into his mouth. While eating, he suddenly noticed the monk sitting in front of him. His originally smiling expression suddenly became a little uncomfortable. He pressed down the hand holding the chicken leg, and Ah Hao looked at the monk who was quietly watching him, and suddenly his head became hot, and he passed the chicken leg forward in his hand.

"Why don't you, master, take a bite too."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Ah Hao realized that he was stupid.

The other party is a monk, how can he eat meat.

On the other side, although he didn't know the meaning of Ahao's words, but seeing the chicken legs he handed over, the monk in the driver's coat immediately clasped his hands and shook his head, rejecting his 'kindness'.

"Thai monks pay attention to not eating after noon, and only eat two meals a day, morning and noon, so now he doesn't know how to eat."

On the side, seeing Ahao's actions, Lao Qian immediately said something.

"If you only eat two meals, you won't starve to death."

After listening to Lao Qian's explanation, Ah Hao looked down at the oily and tempting chicken leg in his hand. He was usually hungry if he didn't eat a meal. If he could only eat two meals a day like these Thai monks, then he would What fun.

"People who become monks do this to get rid of worldly desires. You think that everyone is like you and knows how to eat every day."

Hearing the apprentice's nonsensical words, Lin Jiuying who was on the side suddenly said something indisputable.

Although Ah Hao has been speaking in Chinese since the very beginning, the monk on the opposite side probably didn't know what he meant, but Lin Jiuying still felt somewhat ashamed.

"I don't know, who said it before, the monks of Theravada Buddhism in Thailand are not my opponents at all."

Hearing Lin Jiuying's words, Ahao silently complained in his heart.

Of course, on the surface, I dare not express my inner thoughts.

After all, anyone who knows him knows that even though Lin Jiuying usually behaves extremely big-bellied, in fact he is extremely stingy, especially towards those who have offended him.

Regarding this point, Ahao, as an apprentice, suffered a lot from it.

"The world's magic soldier, the essence of gossip, captures the god general, sits comfortably and comforts me, hears the mantra and arrives quickly, psychic in everything, nothing will be reported, no violation of orders, I obey, as urgent as the law!"

On this side, he said something to Ahao, but on the other side, Lin Jiuying's hands didn't stop.

Holding the written spell in his hand, he held a bowl of water and muttered something in his mouth, chanting the calming spell, and the next second, as the fire flashed, Lin Jiuying put the burning spell in his hand into the bowl, and in a blink of an eye the clear boiled water It turned into a bowl of talisman water and handed it to Ahao.

"Drink the talisman water while your body still has strength."

"Master, can you wait a little later?"

Lowering his head, he glanced at the talisman water soaked in Lin Jiuying's hand, and Ahao couldn't help saying with a bitter face.

He had drank talisman water before, and the taste was not pleasant.

"If you want to get better soon, don't talk so much nonsense. You really think that just an old hen can restore your weak body. Please use the magic spell to consume your energy. It's not strength, if you don't have the effect of the calming spell, eating chicken alone, even if you eat a hundred chickens, it won't be able to make up for the energy consumed by the third prince's upper body."

Hearing what Lin Jiuying said, even though Ah Hao was very resistant to the taste of Fushui, he had no choice but to take over the bowl of Fushui.

In fact, he also knew that the master did this for his own benefit, but the taste of this talisman water was a bit too unpleasant after all.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he looked left at the chicken leg in his hand, and right at the amulet in his hand.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he poured the talisman water into his mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

After drinking the talisman water in one breath, Ah Hao patted his chest and coughed several times, then opened his mouth and took a big bite of the chicken leg in his hand, stuffing it into his mouth with all his might, so as to suppress the smell of the talisman water in his mouth.

"Master, haven't you thought about making the talisman water taste better?"

"Being a teacher is to practice, not to sell talisman water. Why do you make it so delicious?"

Regarding Ahao's opinion, Lin Jiuying raised her eyebrows and replied casually.

"Besides, who usually drinks talisman water when they have nothing to do? Drinking too much of this stuff is not good for the body, and it is easy to cause constipation."

"Then you still force me to drink, master."

"It's because you have something to do that I let you drink."

(End of this chapter)