Brother, this showman

"It's fucking disgusting, vomit!"

Ye Wenqing withdrew Qingshuang with a look of disgust, leaned on the tree trunk at hand, bent down and vomited.

"Brother!" Feng Lianchen, who came from afar, didn't care about the messy bushes under his feet, and he drove a path through the dense bushes.He looked at Ye Wenqing worriedly, seeing his pale face, red eyes with teardrops hanging from the end of his eyes, he couldn't help feeling distressed.

"What's the matter?" Feng Lianchen hugged Ye Wenqing into his arms, and patted Ye Wenqing gently on his back.

"When I killed that wild boar spirit just now, its contents flew out and went straight into my stomach." Ye Wenqing eased the discomfort in his stomach, resting his chin on Feng Lianchen's shoulder, frowning, sullen road.

"Have you ever seen what it is?" Feng Lianchen asked worriedly with his eyelids twitching.

Ye Wenqing thought about it carefully, then shook his head disappointedly: "The speed is too fast, I saw a white light flashing past."

Feng Lianchen ignited a spell at his fingertips, and slowly moved it along Ye Wenqing's abdomen, but the spell did not respond.

"Why don't you go back to Yanrantai and let Mr. Wen have a look?" Feng Lianchen withdrew his hand in disappointment, wiped away the tears overflowing from Ye Wenqing's eyes with his fingertips, and asked with concern.

"...Forget it." Ye Wenqing couldn't help but think of Wen Yu's face so dark that it could drip water and the ruler he found somewhere, and resolutely refused, "It shouldn't be a big deal, it's just a little disgusting."

"How can something of unknown origin be stored in the brother's body, it must be returned to Yan Rantai."

"No! Now go back to Yanrantai, you are not afraid of being beaten, I am afraid."

"Brother." Feng Lianchen pursed his thin lips into a straight line, blinked his eyes, and looked straight at Ye Wenqing, with deep concern and a hint of grievance in his voice, "It's hard to stay with senior brother , I don’t want to be in fear all the time.”

Ye Wenqing couldn't see Feng Lianchen like this the most, his attitude softened half, and said in a discussing tone: "Then wait for three days before going, there must be an observation period, right?"

"Okay." Even if Feng Lianchen refused again, Ye Wenqing had spoken and could only agree.

This time, the two of them happened to meet a disciple of Baichuan who was training abroad, so they helped out, but unexpectedly, they encountered such a bad thing.

Back at the inn in the town, Ye Wenqing lost his appetite because of the thing that disturbed him, and he just wanted to go back to the house to have a rest, but he bumped into a group of people dressed as monks swarming out as soon as he entered the door.

"Oh! Didn't you see this big lump of meat?" The leader, a monk with a relatively round figure, fell to the ground directly after being hit by the blow, with his legs upturned like a bastard who had only been turned over.

"Sorry." Ye Wenqing stepped forward to help the monk up, but the little monks beside the monk were one step ahead of him, and the five of them hugged his limbs and head respectively, as if turning him over.

The fat monk finally stood up again, touched the three rings of fat gathered around his waist comfortingly, and said distressedly: "Sorry, I couldn't take good care of you."

"..."

The corner of Ye Wenqing's mouth twitched slightly, and he turned his head to look at Feng Lianchen.

It's a pity that Feng Lianchen was so preoccupied with the inexplicable thing in Ye Wenqing's stomach that he didn't care about the fat monk in front of him at all.

"Ah!" When the fat monk comforted his big lump of fat, he looked up at Ye Wenqing, his eyes stared like copper bells, stared straight at his abdomen, and the fat body on his body was so excited The flesh trembled.

Ye Wenqing silently took a few steps back after being watched by him, Feng Lianchen also stepped forward to block Ye Wenqing behind, blocking the fat monk's wolf-like gaze.

The fat monk didn't know what he had said to the little novice beside him. For a while, the expressions of several people were all the same, and they all stretched their necks to look at Ye Wenqing's abdomen.

If it weren't for these bald-headed and good-looking, and Ye Wenqing is a man, the diners next to them would really think that these few are obscene monks with malicious intentions.

"Okay! Okay!" The fat monk grinned from ear to ear, and stretched out his hand to touch Ye Wenqing's stomach, but was stopped by a cold voice.

"Try if you dare to move." Feng Lianchen laid Wuming in front of Ye Wenqing, and looked at the fat monk coldly.

The fat monk was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand, shrank his head and took a few steps back. After a moment of silence, he took another step forward, looked at Ye Wenqing, and smiled obsequiously: "The poor monk Tuji, Shuijing Temple The monk. Meeting the young master means that the poor monk and the young master are destined."

About this kind of fate, Ye Wenqing didn't know how many times he had listened to it, and didn't want to talk too much with Tu Ji, and was about to go around him and go in, but was stunned by his next sentence.

"Since it's fate, can you invite the poor monk to have a vegetarian feast after the son gives birth to Lin'er?" Tuji asked with a smile.

Giving birth to Lin'er? ? ?

"What did you say?" Ye Wenqing looked at the graph machine with a ghostly expression, he can still have a son?He is a big man who has a baby?Is this monk crazy or is there something wrong with his ears?

"Just as you heard." Tu Ji clasped his hands together and bowed to Ye Wenqing, "Maybe the word "poor monk" is a bit inappropriate, but you do have something in your stomach."

Pregnant with something? ? ?

"Yes, yes, yes." Tuji's head was pounding like garlic, and the young monks behind him followed suit.

"Young Master, you should be a practitioner, but you killed a huge wild boar with a big head and green hair on the Wuya Mountain in the east?" Tuji looked at Ye Wenqing anxiously.

Ye Wenqing didn't comment, and looked at the drawing machine with scrutiny.

Tuji was not in a hurry, and continued: "The wild boar has already cultivated to become a spirit because of eating mountain spirits. There is a drug called Jiangzi hidden in its body. Once Jiangzi touches a living body, it can quickly penetrate into its body To reproduce, to promote gestation."

"Is this thing harmful to the human body?" Feng Lianchen asked first.

"No." Tuji said, "It's just a pregnancy."

"Is what you said true?" Ye Wenqing touched her flat stomach subconsciously, her lips trembled slightly, her eyes widened, "Pregnant... Pregnant?"

"I'm a man, and I didn't take birth control medicine."

"In fact, Jiangzi can be used as an important medicinal material for fertility medicine."

"...really pregnant?"

"Monks don't lie. Shuijing Temple is located in the west of the town. If you have any doubts, you can come here at any time."

"..."

Ye Wenqing didn't know how he got upstairs, he was in a daze, his mind was empty, and his sanity was gone.

Feng Lianchen poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Ye Wenqing, holding his hand to hold the warm side of the cup, trying to warm his ice-cold fingers.

"Baby." Ye Wenqing moved his stiff fingers, looked at Feng Lianchen quietly, and said quietly, "Do you think I'm pregnant with a small wood? When it was born, all the intestines came out together. "

"Other women are suffering from the pain of having a baby, and I, a big man, will also join in. By then, the intestines will be pierced and wrapped in a bloody piece of wood, tsk tsk tsk."

"Senior brother." Feng Lianchen interrupted Ye Wenqing's horrifying words, dumbfounded, "When a spirit tree meets a soul body, it can transform into a human being. Although the body and body can guarantee immortality, in essence, I still suffer from birth, old age, sickness and death just like ordinary people .”

"So brother, don't worry."

"You said so much just to trick me into giving birth to a son for you." Ye Wenqing glared at Feng Lianchen angrily, and snorted coldly.

"No way. I never thought about having children."

"Nonsense, even if you want me to give birth."

"If senior brother doesn't want it."

"Would you like to give me a bowl of Duanzi soup?" Ye Wenqing looked at Feng Lianchen with a heartless expression, "I can't see that you are so cruel, and your own flesh and blood can do this kind of cruelty."

Feng Lianchen couldn't say yes, and he couldn't say no, so he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, and sat obediently listening to Ye Wenqing vent.

"Hey, give birth as soon as you are born." Ye Wenqing Zhiyi looked sideways at Feng Lianchen, after much deliberation, he could only accept the fact that he was pregnant, "If you really don't like it, send it to Yan Rantai."

"Okay, listen to brother."

"Maybe it might be a wild boar." Ye Wenqing simply smashed the jar open to amuse himself, thought for a while and continued to add, "I probably can't accept that."

Feng Lianchen sat attentively, turning a blind eye to Ye Wenqing's ridiculous words.

In the following period of time, Ye Wenqing's stomach gradually grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. He also had gluttony, lethargy, morning sickness, and unpredictable temper. He had all the characteristics of a pregnant woman.

Feng Lianchen would buy vegetables or go to the doctor's clinic to grab anti-fetal drugs every now and then, and asked the doctor about how to take care of pregnant women from time to time.Like those fathers-to-be in the world, he has expectations, fears and anxiety for a new life.

Two months later, Ye Wenqing's belly was bigger than that of a normal five-month pregnant woman, making Ye Wenqing keep wondering if she was pregnant with twins or more.

"Junior brother, come here." Ye Wenqing lazily waved to Feng Lianchen who was peeling walnuts while sitting on a soft chair basking in the sun.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Feng Lianchen put down the walnut in his hand and hurried forward, stretched out his hand to support Ye Wenqing, and saw that his protruding abdomen was retracted again, and he froze there, appearing flustered .

"Promise! Look at you like that." Ye Wenqing sneered, moved to the side to make room for one side, patted it lightly, and yawned, "Stop peeling the walnuts, lie down with me."

"No." Even though Feng Lianchen thought about it again, he still shook his head and refused. He was afraid of hurting Ye Wenqing.

"What? Now that I have such a big belly, I can still look at you hard?" Ye Wenqing glanced under Feng Lianchen, and said narrowly, "It's hard for you for so long, and you have been hiding from me several times these days. You don’t have to worry about freezing if you make trouble.”

Feng Lianchen was a little embarrassed by his naked eyes and blunt words, his ears turned red, and he turned slightly to cover his embarrassment.

"Okay, just sit down." Ye Wenqing couldn't help but pull Feng Lianchen to sit down, put his head on his lap, narrowed his eyes slightly, and let out a comfortable sigh, "It's still lying on the meat chair Comfortable."

Feng Lianchen froze there motionless like a stone statue, and was afraid that Ye Wenqing would not be able to sleep soundly in the sun, so he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes to block the sunlight that escaped from the leaves from time to time.

During this period of time, Feng Lianchen took care of Ye Wenqing with due diligence, cooking all good things for him, which made Ye Wenqing's originally thin face round a little.

The slightly sleek lines are tucked in with a little golden light exuding a soft light, two touches of lovely blush appear on the fair cheeks, and the slightly parted thin lips silently invite you to pick them up.

Feng Lianchen's breathing stagnated slightly, and his heart beat a little faster. He immediately looked away, but his body's reaction was far more honest than his, and he reacted earlier.

"Young people are still so angry." Ye Wenqing felt the change, curled his lips, and rubbed his head lightly on purpose.

"Senior brother." Feng Lianchen pressed Ye Wenqing's restless head, tried his best to restrain the flames in his eyes, his voice was extremely hoarse, full of lust, "Stop moving."

"How about I...hey!" Ye Wenqing's voice changed suddenly, clutching his stomach in pain, "Fuck it! It's only been two months, is it going to give birth or have a miscarriage? Is it possible? Really pregnant with a wild boar?"

Feng Lianchen was so frightened that he didn't dare to think about anything, he quickly picked up Ye Wenqing and walked into the house.

"Darling, why don't I explain my last words first?" Ye Wenqing was so painful that he couldn't even breathe, hugged Feng Lianchen's neck tightly, and tremblingly placed a difficult kiss on his chin, "If I That's it, you're all alone."

"No! Brother, don't make such a joke." Feng Lianchen looked at Ye Wenqing seriously, lowered his head and kissed him on the lips, almost pleading, "I'm going crazy, please don't Moreover."

Ye Wenqing's stomach convulsed, and he curled up into Feng Lianchen's arms again, his temple hair pressed against his cheeks with beads of sweat, silently telling his master's pain.

The two of them were in so much pain that they both forgot other key things, such as whether the amniotic fluid had broken.

Feng Lianchen bent down and carefully placed Ye Wenqing on the bed. As soon as he put it down, Ye Wenqing sat up from the bed with a groan.Before Feng Lianchen could react, he saw him holding the edge of the bed and vomited.

With a plop, a big radish glowing with golden light appeared on the ground, and Ye Wenqing's swollen stomach disappeared instantly, accompanied by the sharp pain.

"..."

"..."

"Feng Lianchen, tell me honestly, is it your problem or my problem." Ye Wenqing pointed at the radish lying on the ground expressionlessly, "I accept that the man is pregnant, and you stew pigeons, pig's feet, and soybeans for me." I accepted it, and I also accepted it if you showed me "Prenatal Encyclopedia for Pregnant Women". But now you see, in just a few months, I gave birth to a radish, and I still spit it out."

"If you can make this carrot walk on long legs and call you daddy, I can accept it even if it's hard."

Ye Wenqing leaned back helplessly, fell wearily on the soft brocade quilt, and kicked the dull-faced Feng Lianchen.

Feng Lianchen's feet were weakened by his kick, and he didn't have the slightest joy of "being a father". He sat on the ground directly, with no expression on his face, and turned his head to look at Ye Wenqing blankly.

"Let's go, I want to settle accounts with that poor monk!" Ye Wenqing thumped the quilt next to his hand, realizing that he was being tricked, and stood up aggressively, "I want to treat him to a good meal."

After getting dressed, Ye Wenqing pointed to the radish on the ground, looked at Feng Lianchen and said, "Take this with you."

The two returned to the town where Tuji met before, and after searching for a long time, they finally found the Shuijing Temple that Tuji mentioned.

The dilapidated house, with a pile of weeds growing outside, and the threshold is so rotten that the wind can blow up sawdust, which looks like snow, and it doesn't look like a temple.

Ye Wenqing looked around, and finally saw a stone covered with moss in the wind-blown grass on the left hand side. Three characters of different sizes were engraved crookedly on the stone——小红土.

These three characters have not only lost their color, but the other strokes are also crazily occupied by moss. If you don't look carefully, you really can't see it.

Ye Wenqing picked off a piece of moss, and his thoughts became more determined, Tuji is a liar!

Coincidentally, Tuji came out wearing a white-washed Tsing Yi, shaking his head, followed by five young novice monks.

"Tuji!" Ye Wenqing uttered immediately, stood in front of Tuji, threw the radish into his arms, and said with a half-smile, "Please have a vegetarian feast."

Tuji stared blankly at Ye Wenqing, and before he could speak, a hard radish was thrown into his arms, and the tender green leaves on the top of the radish shook.

Tuji hugged the radish, his eyes were full of ecstasy, and hurriedly bowed to Ye Wenqing: "Thank you so much! Thank you so much, sir!"

Tuji glanced at Ye Wenqing's expression, quickly moved his fat body, and wanted to run back, but he underestimated this cute burden.Without fully lifting his feet, he tripped himself and fell to the ground with a bang, fighting against the thunder that exploded on the ground.

"You don't need to do such a grand ceremony." Ye Wenqing took a few steps forward, stepped on the corner of Tuji's clothes as if unintentionally, looked down at him from a high position, and said calmly, "Isn't it just a carrot."

Tuji propped himself on the ground and wanted to stand up, but he didn't know that the corner of his clothes was stepped on, and he fell to the ground again, the sound was louder than before.

"Hey, young master, I was wrong, I was wrong." Tuji gave up struggling, and looked at Ye Wenqing with tears in his eyes, "You shouldn't lie to you, young master."

"Be clear to me!" Ye Wenqing shouted.

"Young Master, what you swallowed was not a descendant, but a bodhi seed from our temple." Tuji said miserably, "A while ago, the poor monk took a few disciples to escort the bodhi seed to the next town to attend the During the Buddhist Dharma Conference, who knew that it was swallowed by a wild boar from Wuya Mountain on the way."

"Bodhi's body has a strange fragrance, and it will give birth to flesh and blood. You can't smell it, but the poor monk can smell it clearly. So when I met you at the inn, I thought of this plan to appease you, otherwise you will clean it up , and there is no Bodhi son in our temple. Please forgive me, my lord."

"..."

The more Ye Wenqing thought about it, the more angry he became, but monks couldn't beat him, and this fat man was so fleshy that he didn't have much energy to fight.

So, Ye Wenqing apparently let go of the drawing machine, but secretly poked a big hole in the roof of the Zen house in the backyard, and poured a few big holes of water on it, and then gave up.

The already dilapidated Shuijing Temple has only survived this catastrophe, and it is already so weak that it will collapse when the wind blows.

Tu Ji moved the tiles with tears in his eyes, while repairing the roof with a few young novice monks in the dark.