Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

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The border of Qingyun Kingdom.

Beneath the nameless barren mountain.

There is a small village.

There are two wooden signs erected beside the only path leading to the village.

A wooden sign had neat handwriting on it that read: Ma Mian Village.

On another wooden sign, eight large characters were written crookedly: Chu Wen is not allowed to enter the village, get out now.

On top of an unknown barren mountain, there is a mountain temple. The walls of the small temple are mottled and the tiles are uneven, but there are no pilgrims there long ago.

The soft moonlight shone through the hole in the roof of the small temple in the mountains, accurately onto two hungry people, one old and one young, in the temple.

Chu Wen rubbed a mud dragon off his body, rolled it into a ball, and smelled it.

"Master, you know that the moon is a ball, right?"

The old monk saw that his cheap disciple was going crazy again, and he cursed while enduring his hunger:

"Is it edible? You're asking your grandson to go beg for alms, and you're talking nonsense to me here!"

"Master, Butcher Zhang is very strong. I can't beat him. I can't get close to my sisters' houses..."

Widow Xu walked slowly towards me, carrying a storage box for my head.

"How many times have I told you not to call me sister? You have to call me benefactor! Benefactor!"

Recently, the old monk broke his leg and could not go down the mountain to beg for alms, so he relied on his disciple to find some food. As a result, the two of them only drank a little wild vegetable soup for three consecutive days.

"Have you ever been to Li Quezi's house?"

"Master, we stole all the pickles and bacon that he hung out to dry. Now he doesn't even dare to hang out his underwear. What kind of world is this? Ever since I entered the village, the villagers have sent people to keep an eye on it, just like they're guarding against thieves..."

The old monk was so angry when he heard this that he glared and cursed:

"If you weren't a lunatic who only begged for alms from widows, would people stare at you like this?"

"Can you blame me? I asked other people for it, but they wouldn't give it to me!"

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The old monk saw Chu Wen's indignant look, sighed, and changed the subject.

"You have been following me for almost a month. Have you memorized the Diamond Sutra I taught you?"

"My brain is not good, I can't remember."

"It's just a few words, you can remember them with a little effort. You fell asleep as soon as you sat down. You are just lazy!"

Chu Wen leaned against the wall and said slowly:

"If you ask me, standing is not as good as sitting, sitting is not as good as lying down. You don't know what will happen tomorrow, so every second of comfort counts. Only fools would be busy all day long."

This stunned the old monk, as it sounded like it made sense.

"What do you mean by that one second?"

"I divide an hour into 120 parts, each part is called a minute, and a minute is divided into 60 parts, each part is called a second."

The old monk became angrier as he listened. If that was the case, one second must be a very short time.

He felt more and more that Chu Wen was hopeless, and he was even being lazy during this short moment.

After glaring at his cheap disciple for a few times, the old monk sighed.

"At this time of year, the sweet potatoes should be as thick as a thumb. Tomorrow you can go down the mountain from the trail behind and bring back a few sweet potatoes. At worst, you can eat the sweet potato leaves!"

Chu Wen rubbed his swollen and painful eye sockets: "Which piece of land belongs to Butcher Zhang?"

The old monk was so angry when he heard this that he yelled:

"You bastard, you can pick on anyone, but you have to pick on that plague god. You know he likes Widow Wang, but you still go to her house every day. When that plague god gets mad, he will slap any dog ​​that passes by his house. If you want to die, don't drag me with you!"

Chu Wen looked dissatisfied.

"Did he just get beaten for nothing? Where is the quality? Where is the morality? Where is the law? Where is the compensation!?"

The old monk looked at Chu Wen as if he were a fool.

"Go and find him to pay the money, go quickly."

Chu Wen got angry when he thought of Butcher Zhang, and said in hatred:

"Although I have a good temper, I also have a bottom line. If someone touches my bottom line, hmph!"

It was rare for the old monk to see Chu Wen angry. This kid didn't take anything to heart, as if he was too lazy to get angry.

Seeing him like this now was quite strange, so I couldn't help but ask, "What will you do?"

Chu Wen said with a dark face: "Then I will lower my bottom line!"

"Go away, don't bother me anymore."

After the old monk said this, he turned sideways angrily and gave up half of the earthen bed.

Chu Wen rolled his eyes and stopped talking. He climbed onto the bed and lay down separately.

They both thought the other was sick.

Madness.

It is:

The blue clouds connect to the barren mountains, a dilapidated pavilion is hidden in the deep mountains, the tiles are cracked and when you look up you can see the star shadows, and the moon seems to be a ball.

After stepping into the time-travel gate, I went hungry for three meals a day. I wish Xu Yueji would give me nine thousand yuan to send me back to the city.

……

In his previous life, Chu Wen got too many resources for free and offended Takama-ga-hara.

The copyright fairy enforces the law across borders, thunder strikes from across the sea, and the pervert turns into charcoal in seconds.

Chu Wen was naturally dissatisfied when Lei came from an island country while he was sitting at home.

The local gods felt that he had been wronged, so they allowed the unruly pervert to travel through time and space, and he descended naked to another world and became a teenager.

When he first arrived, he had no clothes on and could only walk around naked. Everyone thought he was a lunatic.

Fortunately, he had a handsome appearance, fair skin and a nice butt, and was supported by three widows in the village, otherwise he would have starved to death long ago.

The good days did not last long. The men in the village drove Chu Wen out of the village on the pretext that an egg was missing from the village chief's house.

Chu Wen, who was living outside, wanted to learn Wang Baochuan's skills and ate the heartbreak grass as water spinach. Fortunately, the old monk in the mountain temple was kind-hearted and saved him from being poisoned by eating wild vegetables.

After bowing a few times like visiting the graves during festivals, Chu Wen accepted this cheap master and finally had a place to stay.

As the saying goes, as long as you can endure hardship, there will be endless hardship to endure.

During the month that Chu Wen followed the old monk, he never had a full meal.

……

I'm too hungry to sleep.

Chu Wen touched the gourd that came with him and started to do the daily tasks of summoning the system.

He had tried his godfather, his grandfather, the air conditioner repairman... but there was no response.

Today it is the turn of a distant female relative.

Just when we were trying to find my cousin's aunt, a loud noise suddenly came from the mountain.

"boom!"

The sound is like thunder.

Chu Wen was startled and sat up quickly.

The old monk also nervously propped up half of his body, listened attentively, and whispered:

"Listening to this sound, it must be the immortals fighting, don't make a sound."

Chu Wen grinned and said, "Where in the world can immortals come from? I'll go and see."

The old monk saw Chu Wen was about to get out of bed, his face flushed with anxiety, and he lowered his voice and shouted:

"Wait! You are such a fool, you dare to watch the fight between immortals! Do you want to die?"

You must know that if you don't listen to the old man's words, you will be happy for several years. Chu Wen just thought the old monk's words were funny, and hurriedly put on his straw sandals, saying as he walked:

"If there really is an immortal, I will go to him and ask for some elixir. Wouldn't that make me rich?"

"Come back! Stop right there! Do you really want to die?"

When Chu Wen heard the old monk's anxious voice, a warm feeling rose in his heart.

"Master, don't be afraid. I will just watch from a distance. Even if there really is an immortal, he won't embarrass us mortals, right?"

The old monk was both angry and anxious.

"You bastard, that immortal is practicing the supreme ruthlessness. In his eyes, mortals are just like ants. Life and death are just a matter of his thoughts. Why don't you believe it..."

Since Chu Wen traveled through time, all the people he met were no different from the ancient people. Except for himself, everyone else was normal.

I remembered that the old monk used to always talk about immortals, and now he talks like this.

Are there really omnipotent gods in this world?

The thought of this aroused his curiosity even more.

"Master, don't move. I'll be back soon."

"Come back! Come back! You're going to die, you bastard! Come back..."

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Ps: Dear readers, please note that reading this book will broaden your horizons.

Hold on tight, let's get on board the wonderful train and start this joyful journey of cultivation.