The cannon fodder of fast time travel has to struggle

Chapter 464 Red Dust Tribulation ([-])
"Amitabha, the water benefactor, the Buddha said, a porridge and a meal should be thought of hard-won, half a thread and half a sliver of constant remembrance is difficult. Do you really not drink millet porridge?"

"No, drink!"

Shui Yuntian's stomach was sour and his eyes were on fire.

What broken porridge?Feed the pig, the pig won't eat it, yet dare to let him drink it!

Shui Yuntian, who was dressed in a monk's robe, was leaning against the half wall of the ruined temple, his bald head slammed on the half of the brick that was about to fall, as if he took it as Xiang Wan, and vented his grievances these days.

Ever since he was kicked out of the inn, Shui Yuntian hated Xiang Wan to death.

Think of him as a majestic leader, when was he short of money?Take his clothes as an example, it is made of top-quality cloud satin and gold thread, even if it is a little old and damaged, it can be sold at a pawnshop for 80 taels.How is the result?Xiang Wan, an ignorant person, threw it away as garbage.

lost!

If you lose it, you lose it, he endured it.

The tokens, silver buckles, and decorations on his body can always be exchanged for some money, right?As a result, the smelly monk said that it was ill-gotten wealth and that the poor should be helped.

Let's help, but this poor person is actually the bald donkey himself!

God can bear it!
He didn't even have any clothes, and he used his money to order the waiter in front of him. All the good food and food went into the monk's mouth. Most of him passed out from anger, and he was never full!
After staying for a few days, all the money was squandered, and then the stinky monk found him a dirty and worn-out old monk robe, and even gave it to him for free under the pretense of giving it to him!

If it weren't for the lack of internal strength, he couldn't escape, couldn't hide, he would have torn the monk to pieces in minutes.

It's a good thing now, I humbly asked someone to beg for a bowl of rice, and boiled and boiled it in this ruined temple, but I saw nothing but clear water, can I eat it?

Birds faded out of his mouth. He was hungry, greedy and weak, and it was difficult to stand up.

He suspected that the dead bald man had deliberately deprived him of food and tortured him, just to make him unable to escape.

Shui Yuntian tightly clutched the broken brick at his feet, if the stinky monk dared to force him to drink porridge, even with the last ounce of strength, he would make this bald donkey look good!
Who knows, Xiang Wan didn't go there, but looked at Shui Yuntian regretfully, poured the steaming porridge into the broken pot again, continued to add firewood to cook, and put things into it while cooking.

"The leader of Tianmen Sect is different. If he wants to cultivate himself and stand shoulder to shoulder with the Bodhisattva, the poor monk has no choice but to make it difficult for him to fulfill the sincere heart of the benefactor. This porridge with ginseng makes the poor monk, a monk with six unclean roots It’s good to fill the five internal organs temple.”

Ginseng?

What the hell, I don't have any money to stay in the inn, where can I get the money to buy ginseng?

"Bald, you lie to me!"

"Benefactor, you are joking. The poor monk believes in Buddhism and never deceives others."

Because in the eyes of the poor monk, you are not human at all.

Xiang Wan didn't say this, because she was afraid that Shui Yuntian would faint again if she was stimulated, so she had to carry it away.Xiang Wan didn't want to make Shui Yuntian cheap for such a beautiful thing.

"You didn't lie to me, where did you get the money to buy ginseng?"

"Amitabha, this poor monk is sincere and is a gift from the Buddha."

deliver?Sending you smelly monk to the west is almost the same!
"I don't believe it, show me the burden."

"Huh? Water benefactor, finally admitted that you are with the poor monk?"

"Baldy donkey, is it over yet? My leader is not a monk!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, the burden of the poor monk is only for the monk to see."

"you……"

In a fit of rage, Shui Yuntian turned his head violently and slapped towards Wan.

With a wave of his palm, Xiang Wan caught the broken brick, placed it under the firewood, and said casually, "Are there any more? Bring two more."

"Damn donkey, go see your Buddha!"

With a lot of strength, Shui Yuntian threw all the bricks that had been pulled towards the evening, and she caught them easily, and built a bigger stove, and the fire became more and more intense.

After a while, Shui Yuntian became discouraged.

Can you not be discouraged?My stomach growled again, and the acid water almost came to my throat.

Even if it is a normal person, if he has been hungry for several days and has not had enough water, there is no extra energy to toss.

Xiang Wan ignored him, took out a bowl from his bag, filled a bowl of porridge and drank it, then smacked his lips contentedly while drinking, making Shui Yuntian angry.What he drinks is clear soup and white water, while monks drink it with ginseng. Is there anything more irritating than this?
"Monk, let's have a discussion. How about you, give me ginseng porridge, and I'll ask the members of the Tianmen Sect to send you money, how about it?"

Being able to speak soft words shows that Shui Yuntian's heart is not dead, and he still wants to escape.

Xiang Wan ignored him and continued to breathe and drink the porridge, which was delicious.

"Stinky monk, do you really want to starve me to death?"

The corners of Shui Yuntian's eyes were slightly red, and he began to show off his acting skills.

The future devil, Xiang Wan didn't dare to underestimate him, even if he pretended to be pitiful, it was just a stopgap measure.A man can bend and stretch, but she doesn't believe that Shui Yuntian will be soft for a mouthful of porridge.

Looking up and down Shui Yuntian, Xiang Wan shook his head and said, "Amitabha, it's not that the poor monk doesn't believe you. It's just that you are so honorable. I'm afraid you will be beaten to death if you report your name. The poor monk is merciful and will definitely not Let the benefactor lay dead on the street."

mercy?

I haven't heard this word for many years, and it's really ironic that it came out of a monk who tied him up and humiliated him.

"You monks, you are so dignified, you can chant scriptures and chant Buddha for anyone who has money. Have you ever seen the real suffering of ordinary people? Compassionate? Hmph!"

No one believes it!It's really interesting that Shui Yuntian, who kills only based on his mood, would talk about the suffering of ordinary people.

"Amitabha, there must be God's will in the dark. For example, you don't know what to ask for in the first half of your life. In the second half of your life, you have the help of a poor monk, a noble person, and you have avoided the fate of being chased and killed. It is really a great fortune for you. You really should chant scriptures and chant Buddha. Thank you Buddha bless."

"Is it over yet? If you want to kill or cut, just give it a good time. I, Shui Yuntian, will continue, frowning, and I will admit it."

"The Buddha said, all living beings are equal, poor monks do not kill. Donate water, don't instigate poor monks to kill recklessly, it is against the harmony of heaven, good and good!"

"Smelly Monk, from today onwards, my leader will go on a hunger strike, that's fine!"

Three sentences should not be separated from "Buddha's saying", and ten sentences should not be separated from him to become a monk. If he has to endure such chanting in the future, he might as well die.

Shui Yuntian lay sideways on the corner of the wall, closed his eyes, and simply couldn't see or worry.The left and right are only one dead, and the early death and early superbirth.

However, he is still very unwilling. The murderer who killed his mother is still at large, but he was caught by a monk before he did it. Could it be his fate?
No, he doesn't believe in fate, he only believes in himself.

The porridge was bubbling and bubbling, but there was no other sound in my ears.

Shui Yuntian waited for a long time, but didn't hear anything from Xiang Wan, so he couldn't help but open his eyes and look to the side.

There is no one around the stove!
Monk, are you leaving?
Shui Yuntian was agitated at first, then calmed down, got up quickly, and took three or two bites of the porridge in the pot.Finally, he was no longer hungry, and he had some strength in his body, but his internal strength still couldn't work.

"Water benefactor, you are so arrogant, does your mother know?"

"Damn bald donkey!"

Hitting the pain point again, Shui Yuntian exploded his lungs.

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