Infinite Sims

Chapter 85
"Money and jewelry are foreign to you?"

When Wang Wu heard Wuchen's words, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

He has seen a lot of prudish people, among them monks are the most hypocritical, but no matter what you say, as long as you are willing to follow along obediently, that goal has been achieved.

Immediately, Wang Wu bowed to Wuchen again: "Master Renyi!"

"Many thanks to the master, the little old man has nothing to repay. After he is safe, he will stand for the master and burn incense every day to worship."

The old man in Huafu was full of gratitude, but what he was thinking in his heart became more and more gloomy.

How can such a person who does not know the dangers in the world live so well?
And he was walking on thin ice all his life. As a result, not only the wealth he had accumulated for most of his life was robbed, his beautiful wife and daughter were plundered, and his obedient children and grandchildren suffered misfortune.

"Amitabha."

Wuchen recited the Buddha's name and said, "Xiao Seng is just a monk. He can't be a master, and he doesn't need to set up a tablet. If you don't dislike it, you can call Xiao Seng's Dharma name Wuchen."

We talked a few more words.

The door panel where the old man in Chinese clothes was was lifted up and walked in the direction Wuchen came from before.

Wuchen and a few others followed behind, but except for the butler who stood in a row with him, the others were a few positions behind, occupying the left, right, and rear directions, faintly trying to prevent him from escaping. formation.

For this phenomenon, Wuchen seemed to be unaware, and followed the steps of the preceding few people without saying a word.

Only Jiang Ren knew.

The reason why Wuchen looks like this is because he has two uses in one mind.

While on the road, while comprehending the "Duefa".

The dust-free Dharma may not be as good as those old monks who recite sutras and chanting Buddha all day long, but his comprehension far exceeds them, and it is only a matter of time before he fully understands this practice.

After a while, I walked into the depths of the forest from a well hidden secret passage.

Stop and go all the way, the speed is much slower than expected, but fortunately, although the sky is dark, it has reached the destination.

It was a cottage lit by fire.

"Master's relatives were originally one of the parents' officials, but because they couldn't stand the corrupt officials and the suffering common people, they took the people under their control and established this paradise in the deep mountains."

Seemingly worried that Wuchen would see the abnormality, Wang Wu explained: "In order to resist the beasts and thieves in the mountains and forests, I have cultivated this way."

"I see."

Wuchen nodded and said with a little admiration: "This donor has immeasurable virtues."

Hearing this sentence, the big men in the back couldn't help but glance at each other, and they all saw the smile hidden in their eyes.

If it is said that the great master has infinite merits, then I and others, I am afraid, can become Buddhas and ancestors.

"Stop, who are you?"

In the watchtower above the gate of the cottage, a head sticks out.

The old man in Huafu coughed twice and shouted, "Wang Wu."

"Wait a minute, sir, I'll go right now."

Wang Wu immediately trotted forward and shouted to the people above: "Please also inform me that my master is a relative of your adults, and I came to join you on this trip!"

When entering the village, there are several dialects, which represent different meanings.

For example, this sentence now means that there are people who are in the same group who are more difficult to practice martial arts, and they need everyone to cooperate in a play.

Because the people in the village are accustomed to acting, and they will not bring people to the area where the details may be revealed, the problem is rarely seen.

But even if it was seen, it was no big deal.

Has arrived at the cottage, that is the turtle in the urn, and can only be slaughtered.

And if it's not seen, so much the better.

Add some ingredients to the food and drinks, you can have a full meal, I can harvest the reserve grain, you are full, I will eat you, this is simply a win-win outcome.

The gate of the village was quickly opened.

A group of people with swords came out and wanted to welcome them into the village.

The old man in Huafu looked at Wuchen, showing a thoughtful look: "Master Wuchen, it's getting late, and there is no village or shop nearby, so why don't you rest here for a night, how about you leave tomorrow?"

"Thank you sir."

Dust-free did not refuse.

Although he had lived in the wild for the past few days, and he didn't feel any discomfort, it was someone else's intention, and it was not easy to refuse.

Entering the cottage, the old man in Chinese clothing was carried to other places, it is said to be for healing.

Wuchen was introduced to the other side by Wang Wu and the sword-wielding team.

Before walking far, an open space with a bonfire appeared in front of him.

"You came just fine."

The middle-aged man in charge of leading the way said, and pointed to the open space in front of him: "Today happens to be our once-a-month celebration day, in order to celebrate the village owner bringing us to live a well-off life, we drink and eat on this day every month. Meat celebration."

In the faint moonlight, next to a few bonfires.

There were at least thirty or forty men, drinking and eating meat, singing and dancing from time to time.

"This group of dogs started to eat before Lao Tzu came back."

Seeing this scene, Wang Wu immediately felt hungry and began to curse in his heart.

What the middle-aged man said to Wuchen was wrong. The celebration day was not once a month, but once every three days.

After all, there are a lot of grain reserves in the village. If you don't eat more, it will "expire" soon.

"This master, since he is here, why not eat some wine and meat?"

The middle-aged man looked at Wuchen, his eyes flickering.

Wuchen was not interested: "Amitabha, the little monk likes to be quiet and not to move. The donor only needs to give me a house that can keep out the wind."

The middle-aged man began to persuade, and Wang Wu on the side also persuaded a few words.

But seeing that Wuchen was still unmoved, they didn't force it any more, but a middle-aged man brought Wuchen into a log cabin in a quiet area.

After the people left, Wuchen looked at the furnishings in the house.

A bed, a square table, and a few stools.

There was a clean quilt on the bed, a plate of dark red jerky, a few plates of snacks and a pot of wine on the table.

Wuchen picked up the jerky, looked at it, and put it back.

He then put Jiang Ren on the table, took out a piece of cake from the bag, and slowly ate it, and asked Jiang Ren, "Donor stick, the color of this jerky looks a little strange, it doesn't look like beef or pork. "

"Yeah~"

Although Jiang Ren couldn't tell what kind of meat this jerky was, he knew that it would never be beef or pork.

Think and know.

In this type of dynasty, which has entered its final stage, corrupt officials are rampant, and the land is full of ordinary people who can't eat enough and don't cover their bodies.

In a small cottage, there are at least dozens of people with strong bodies and shiny faces. Isn't it strange?

If you have the strength, you may be able to find a lot of game in the mountains, but if you want to feed so many people and make him grow fat, it is impossible to double the number of game nearby.

Then, it is very clear what their food is.

Wuchen obviously doesn't understand this.

The reason why I don't eat these wine and meat is not because of doubts or doubts, or the precepts of monks not to eat wine and meat.

However, in addition to teaching young disciples to practice martial arts, Gushan Temple also imparts some experience in joining the WTO. Among them, the wine and meat for strangers are to try not to try.

(End of this chapter)