Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

After many twists and turns, the old monk and his group sat down in a roadside restaurant.

The miser is losing his feathers, the Pixiu is spitting out pearls, it's a ghost today.

The old monk really ordered a plate of braised pork, a plate of tofu, a plate of fried cucumber, and five bowls of white rice.

Huayan Qiaoyu doesn't eat meat, so the two guys ate the hot white rice with freshly cooked tofu and cucumber with their eyes shining.

Xiu'er loves braised pork the most. She doesn't use the spoon given by the boss, but just grabs it with her hands.

Chu Wen hadn’t tasted meat for two months. When he took a bite of the braised pork, it was so delicious that he almost cried.

The meat is fat but lean and melts in your mouth. The fat is glutinous but not greasy, and the lean meat is tough but not dry. The overflowing meat aroma and the sweet and salty sauce reach deep into your taste buds, bringing endless satisfaction.

He had never thought braised pork was so delicious before.

The old monk just ate rice and occasionally had some tofu.

Chu Wen knew that the old monk ate meat. In the past, the bacon he stole would often be missing a piece for no reason, and the old monk would just say there was a mouse.

"Come, Master, eat meat."

"roll!"

Seeing this, Xiu'er grabbed a piece of braised pork with her little hand and handed it to the old monk, saying, "Meat, meat, meat."

"Xiu'er, be good. Master doesn't like to eat meat. You can eat it."

"Humph! Biased!"

A bowl of rice cost two cents, and five people ate fifteen bowls in total!

Braised pork costs 38 cents, tofu costs 8 cents, and cucumber costs 6 cents.

The meal cost exactly eighty-two cents, but the old monk didn't even complain and paid with a smile.

It was already late at this time, and after eating and drinking, the group naturally wanted to find a place to stay.

The old monk took a few people and walked straight to the south of the city.

He passed by more than a dozen inns of all sizes along the way, but he didn't even look at them.

After walking about a mile, we finally stopped in front of a temple.

The temple looks dilapidated, with mottled wall paint, missing eaves, and eroded stone carvings that are difficult to discern.

A horizontal plaque hangs above the closed temple gate, and the three words "Famen Temple" are faintly visible under the spider web.

"Knock on the door." The old monk looked at Chu Wen and said.

Chu Wen looked unhappy.

"No way, Master, we live here, it's not like we have no money."

"You, you keep talking about money. Do you know how hard it is to make some money?"

"It's not difficult. I don't think it's difficult at all."

The old monk kicked Chu Wen on the leg, causing his ankle to hurt. He grimaced and said:

"Not difficult? Then tell me, why were you lying on the side of the road waiting to die? If it weren't for me, you would have starved to death a long time ago. Now you have the ability..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking. I'll go knock. I'll go knock."

The old monk’s life-saving grace is Chu Wen’s tight hoop.

He walked to the door helplessly and knocked on it a few times.

I silently said to myself: Don’t open the door, don’t open the door, don’t open the door…

"squeak"

The temple door was opened a crack.

"Who is it?"

A young monk about eight or nine years old stuck his head out.

The old monk replied: "I'll go find your abbot."

"Do you know our abbot?"

The little bald man opened the door a little.

"Yes, yes, old acquaintance."

After hearing this, the little monk smiled and opened the door, holding the oil lamp and extending his hand to invite: "Please come in, donor."

There is a large hall as soon as you enter the door. There are several Buddha statues enshrined in the hall. The statues are covered with dust and there is not a single stick of incense in the incense burner.

"Please wait a moment, donors. I will go and ask the abbot to come out."

The little monk said this, lit a candle, and then ran happily into the backyard.

Famen Temple is not big, with only one main hall and seven houses, but it is much better than the mountain god temple.

Half a quarter of an hour passed.

"Amitabha."

Following the chanting of greetings, a monk in his forties or fifties walked out from behind the Buddha statue.

The monk was wearing a red cassock, with his left hand standing upright on his chest, his right hand behind his back, his back straight, looking like a senior monk.

As soon as the word "hello" was heard, the old monk hid behind Chu Wen.

By the time the local monk came out, the old monk had already completely hidden behind Chu Wen.

"I wonder if the donors here are here to burn incense or worship Buddha."

"Please stay overnight." The old monk said behind Chu Wen.

The voice came from Chu Wen's ears and was very unfamiliar, which scared Chu Wen.

When he looked back, he saw that his master was hiding behind him, and their heads were almost touching.

Chu Wen held Xiu'er in his arms and moved two steps to the side in confusion.

Unexpectedly, the old monk also moved two steps and still hid behind Chu Wen.

The hall was dimly lit, and the local monk squinted his eyes and stared straight behind Chu Wen.

"That donor, I see you don't have long hair, are you a Buddhist?"

"No, I was born this way." The old monk behind Chu Wen answered in a hoarse voice.

After hearing this, the local monk was puzzled and tilted his head to look, trying to see the old monk's face clearly.

As he looked at her, he actually walked straight towards Chu Wen.

Chu Wen realized that there must be something fishy going on since his master was so afraid of this local monk!

If you don't watch the show when you have time, you're a bastard. Chu Wen held Xiu'er and dodged repeatedly, trying to shake off the old monk.

The old monk held Chu Wen's shoulders tightly and refused to show his head.

The two of them walked back and forth for a long time, and finally the local monk saw the old monk's face clearly.

"So it's you, you bastard! How dare you come to see me! Get out of here now!"

When the old monk saw that he was recognized, he had to stand up straight and smile.

"Brother, I was wrong, isn't it okay for me to admit my mistake?"

The local monk was so angry that his face turned red and he was shaking all over.

"I'm not your brother! Get out of here!"

Chu Wen was shocked when he heard this. This melon is quite big!

Why are two monks calling each other brothers?

He quickly carried Xiu'er to the side, squatted in the corner with Hua Yanqiaoyu, and watched the show quietly.

The little monk who opened the door also squatted beside Chu Wen, looking at the two monks in the hall who looked very similar in appearance and height with a puzzled look on his face.

"Brother, I am here to apologize sincerely this time, brother, please believe me."

"Humph! Apologize, what's the point of apologizing! I don't need you to apologize!"

"Brother, it's been so many years, why are you still so angry? It's over, it's all over."

"You son of a bitch have passed away, but I haven't. I will remember all the dirty things you did for the rest of my life!"

"Brother, my sister-in-law..."

"How dare you mention her, you son of a bitch! I'll beat you to death, you son of a bitch! I'll beat you to death, you son of a bitch..."

The local monks cursed, kicked and beat the old monk.

The old monk did not fight back when he was beaten. He just held his head with his hands and stood there, allowing himself to be beaten and scolded.

Sometimes when the local monks were kicking and fighting and couldn't stand firmly, the old monks would go and help them up.

It turned out that the old monk's name was Wang Bao, and he had an older brother named Wang Hu.

The two brothers' parents died early, and they have depended on each other since childhood and have a very good relationship.

Wang Hu has been down-to-earth and steady since childhood, while Wang Bao has been naughty and mischievous since childhood. It can be said that Wang Bao was raised by Wang Hu.

The two men were two years apart in age. When they were teenagers, they both fell in love with a girl named Xiaofang in the village.

But the two brothers were secretly in love with each other and were unaware of it.

They were hardworking and down-to-earth. They learned the stonemasonry craft when they were teenagers. Later, they used the money they earned to build a large tiled house. They were considered promising kids in the village.

When his brother Wang Hu was 24 years old, he asked a matchmaker to propose to Xiaofang's parents.

The man was in love and the woman was willing, and their parents had no objection, so Wang Hu and Xiaofang got married soon.

This made Wang Bao very miserable, as the woman he had been longing for became his sister-in-law and they lived under the same roof.

Every time he called her sister-in-law, Wang Bao felt heartbroken.

Especially at night, it was like talking about a good harvest in the fragrance of rice flowers, and the sound of "wow" and the noises of my brother and sister-in-law made Xiao Wang next door feel miserable.

Tormented by the poem "Ode to the Goose" every night, Wang Bao could not sleep and became increasingly haggard.

The most painful thing is that these things cannot be shown or told to anyone.

A full six months! Wang Bao endured for a full six months!

Dear readers, do you know how he has been through the past six months?

Yes.

You know.

Half a year later, one night, when his brother was not at home, Wang Bao plucked up the courage to go to Xiaofang's bed.

Xiaofang