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Sheyang is indeed a good place, and all the men on the street look very strong.

Mo Ya touched his chin, found a butcher's bunk and leaned up, and said very politely: "Your meat is filled with water."

The butcher immediately raised his big knife, his face was livid and dark clouds covered his face.

"But your chest is very big and magnificent."

It's turning cloudy.

"Hands are small."

"People say that the chest is big and the hands are small, but yours is probably a silver-like wax gun head?"

Two more sentences.

The big-breasted meat seller looked at his chest, grief and anger rushed to the top of his head, and he stopped talking nonsense to him, and the bone-cutting knife that was still stained with pig blood immediately slashed towards him.

Mo Ya yawned, folded his arms and concentrated.

The blade was only half an inch away from his face, and the pig's blood splashed on his eyelashes in an arc, but he still didn't move.

As expected, someone came out at this critical moment, stretched out two fingers, and caught the murder weapon lightly.

Mo Ya then raised his eyebrows and smiled at the man: "It turns out that it is Mr. Gao who sent the guards with swords to watch me. Master is really worried about me."

Master Gao's face darkened slightly.

"Don't worry, I won't run away. I'm just curious to see who is watching me."

Naxiang Mo Ya whispered, stretched out a finger to wipe the pig's blood on the eyelashes, and brought it to his lips. The tip of his tongue curled slightly, circling wetly, wrapping the salty smell into his lips.

Even the big-breasted butcher with a silver wax gun reacted to this provocative gesture.

"See you both."

After finishing this pose, Mo Ya set off, swept the front of his shirt, took two long legs, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

The destination was finally reached at dusk.

The Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, the temple where the eminent monk Naxu practiced hard, and the holy place that the population of Sheyang talked about, didn't look as bright and golden as imagined, but looked a little dilapidated.

Mo Ya stepped up and walked up the steps. Before he reached the temple gate, he saw a young monk.

The eight or nine-year-old monk has round eyes and looks easy to deceive.

When Mo Ya came up, he was looking up, with a broom in his hand, staring affectionately at the ginkgo tree above his head.

"Little master." Mo Ya coughed lightly.

The little monk was stunned for a moment, and quickly replied: "Hello, benefactor."

"Excuse me, is Abbot Nao here?"

"exist."

"Then please introduce me."

The little monk clasped his hands together: "Benefactor, I'm very sorry, my brother is not feeling well, and I told him that I don't see any lay people."

This answer is a bit of a surprise.

Mo Ya groaned, but there was no reaction, but the little monk suddenly jumped up and threw the broom: "It's over! The medicine must have dried up again." After speaking, he rushed to the door immediately.

So there was only one broom left on the long steps, a broken broom that shed its hair.

Without saying a word, Mo Ya picked up the broom, leaned back against the ginkgo tree, and slowly squatted down.

The little monk named Na Chen, and it was already the evening of the second day when he remembered his broom.

It was a bit dark outside, so he went out to search for a long time but couldn't find it, so he ran under the ginkgo tree and stared blankly for a while.

The ginkgo leaves haven't fallen yet, and there is no ginkgo to eat, which is really frustrating.

He backed away sullenly, and stepped on someone's instep within a few steps.

It was Mo Ya. Day and night passed, and he was still in the same position, squatting against a tree, with his hands hanging by his feet, without moving a few times.

"I'm sorry, I didn't have the strength to get out of the way, and you stepped on me." After being stepped on, he was still very kind.

Na Chen was taken aback, and quickly asked: "What's wrong with the benefactor, why is he so weak?"

"If you try to squat here without eating for a day and a night, you must have no strength."

"why!?"

"Because you won't let me see the abbot, so I decided to squat here and starve myself to death." Mo Ya was still very kind, and looked up at him: "Don't worry, my ghost won't seek you to kill me."

Na Chen screamed, almost choked to death by his words, this time, he ran into the temple gate without looking back.

"I heard that the benefactor is in trouble, so he must see the poor monk?"

Inside the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, the house was broken, the windows were broken, the bed was broken, but the voice was still so beautiful, the rustling was infinitely charming, and it was clearly a Buddhist language, but it made people feel magical.

Mo Ya stepped forward and looked at the curtain in front of the bed: "But I still haven't seen the master yet."

Na Xu, who was lying on the bed, got up slightly when he heard the words: "Sorry, the poor monk is sick, so I have to talk to the benefactor through a curtain."

He showed one hand as he spoke, and the back of it was covered with a rash.

Mo Ya then leaned against the wall, "Are you suffering from typhoid fever? Roseola has come out. It doesn't matter, I'm not afraid of infection."

Na Xu behind the bed curtain was stunned for a moment, and he spoke after a while: "The benefactor has good eyesight. Could it be that he has had typhoid fever before, so he is not afraid of infection?"

Mo Ya made a haha, expressing his acquiescence.

"Then I would like to ask the benefactor, what difficulties do you have, you must see the poor monk?"

"No problem, I just wanted to blaspheme you." Mo Ya's words fell to the ground lightly, and a leaf outside fell lightly to the ground.

The man was listening to the corner of the wall with a sunflower bigger than his face, eating sunflower seeds while listening.

"Why do you want to blaspheme the poor monk?"

Mo Ya walked over and lifted the curtain of the bed, and saw the person inside with long hair loose, sitting cross-legged, and the wind came in through the crack of the door.

Mo Ya smiled and said, "You're not shaved." He had seen Na Xu before, so it wasn't surprising, but he just wanted to say this.

"Yes." Nasu replied.

"Is it fake?" Mo Ya reached out and grabbed Na Xu's hair a few times, just as he expected, it felt good.

"It's true. The teacher said back then that the time hadn't come." Nasu lowered his eyes and didn't complain of pain.

"When will it arrive?"

"The Buddha said, don't say it."

Na Xu has not been ordained and is already an eminent monk.Wouldn't it be taller without a head?

"Yes, it's better to have hair, I like it." Mo Ya took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, "Your rash is not small."

"Yes." No matter what happened to Mo Ya, Na Xu always looked peaceful.

"I have a solution." Mo Ya spat a few mouthfuls of saliva into the palms of his hands, rubbed it well, and wiped it on Na Xu's face, "I heard that the saliva detoxifies."

After wiping for a long time, Mo Ya remembered something and apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't rinse my mouth this morning."

"Thank you." Na Xu's smile remained undiminished, and his half-drooped eyelashes trembled slightly.His eye-catching face, wrapped in a pleasing water color, made his beauty even more outstanding in Mo Ya's eyes.

"My name is Mo Ya, and I came all the way to see you. I haven't washed my feet for several days because of the rush. It's a bit smelly, don't you care about it?"

"Do not care."

Mo Ya was happy, and lay down straight: "This bed is too hard, broken and hard." On the bed, he continued to puff his stomach many times in a kitsch way, and then spoke again, "However, it's crunchy. Mood."

"The donor wants to sleep, I will give you the bed."

Na Xu got up, but Mo Ya grabbed his thigh, "No, you have to accompany me."

Hearing that, Na Xu really didn't move, sat cross-legged quietly, closed his eyes and recited scriptures.

"I'm not bad looking, why isn't that guy of yours hard? Isn't it okay?" Mo Ya didn't let go, he tossed a little over, rubbing his legs.

"Just pretend I'm not good enough." Na Xu moved away a little, his tone still calm and unconcerned.

"This disease needs to be cured!"

"thanks for reminding."

"Are you trying to drive me away?"

"No."

"If you don't like me, you can stuff the beads in my mouth one by one and force me to swallow them."

Na Xu took a breath: "The poor monk never thought about it that way."

Mo Ya slammed his mouth regretfully, closed his eyes for a while to rest his mind, opened them again, and propped his head sideways.

"Hey, I may have slept too much, and I can't sleep now."

"The donor can go to the Buddhist hall to have a meal."

"But I want to sleep now, but I just can't sleep."

"Oh."

"Why don't you count the sheep for me. Coax me to sleep?"

"Success." Soft eyebrows, clear face.Really, really not mad.

It's not good to look profane.

Mo Ya thought about it in his mind, and within three quarters, he really fell asleep.

In the dream, he didn't snore, but he would grind his teeth, and his voice was horrible.

……

"Brother, this Tanyue, how do you plan to drive him down the mountain?" Na Yan stared at the sleeping Mo Ya, chewing sunflower seeds, slurring his speech.

"Ok?"

"He wants to blaspheme you." Na Chen reminded.

Na Xu recalled seriously, nodded and said: "It seems that he said so."

When Mo Ya woke up, the moon was already on the treetops.He was dazed and shivered in the night wind, he became sober all of a sudden, and rubbed his eyes to look for the eminent monk Na Xu.

In the hall, Na Xu was meditating, and Na Chen was knocking on the wooden fish next to him, doing evening classes.

In the transcendent realm, Mo Ya sneezed as soon as he stepped in.

The pillar of residual incense in front of the Buddha collapsed instantly.

Na Xu was silent for a long time before looking at the incense burner and Mo Ya.

You must know that Wanfo Temple is poor, but its cultivation level is high, and its incense is also very good. The incense ash is always burnt to the end, and it is still a good pillar, standing upright, and the incense dust does not fall into the incense burner.

Therefore, the burning of incense in the temple will not end, and the ashes of the incense will fall, which is regarded as: unlucky.

And the person who created this ominous phenomenon squatted on the ground ignorant of the rules, looked at Nasu at the same level, and pointed to the Buddha statue: "This Buddha statue is only as big as Fu."

"Does the donor want to eat?" Nasu asked.

Na Chen nodded, and asked attentively: "Benefactor, do you like cucumber?" Cold salad with cucumber is Na Chen's specialty.

Mo Ya shook his head: "I'm already too hungry, so I don't want to eat."

"Oh, it's still early, does the benefactor want to go back down the mountain now?" Na Xu asked again.

Mo Ya still replied, no.Na Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the only lantern in the temple was saved.

"Then... when will the benefactor leave the mountain tomorrow?" Na Xu smiled reservedly.

"I won't leave tomorrow either."

"So, dare to ask when the benefactor will go down the mountain?"

"I want to live here, and always live here." Mo Ya felt a headache from Na Xu's frivolous questioning, and immediately expressed his position impatiently.

"..."

There was silence.

"I plan to stay here." Mo Ya was still squatting, and raised his chin provocatively at Na Xu, "I want to blaspheme you."

"Mo benefactor, Buddhism is a pure place." Na Xu still spoke in a leisurely manner.

"I'm not pure here?" Mo Ya just farted when he said this.

Loud farts don't stink, but the sound is shocking.

Negotiations have stalled.

After all, Na Xu was a monk, so he could hold his breath, lowered his head, and silently twirled the rosary.

Mo Ya couldn't meet his eyes, so he had to stand up and circle the hall with his hands behind his back.

"If you don't agree to let me stay, I'll swallow these beads one by one until you agree." At some point, Mo Ya grabbed a handful of crystal beads from the Buddha case.

Nasu raised his head slowly, as if he was a leader with a peaceful face and a complete stay out of the matter.

Na Chen exaggeratedly shouted "ahhh".

This good cry certainly encouraged Mo Ya, and he swallowed three pills in one go.

As soon as the fourth grain touched his mouth, Na Xu hurriedly said: "This is the relic of the late master!"

"..." The fourth grain entered Mo Ya's throat.

Mo Ya put away the other relics: "Is there any croton?"

"What are you going to do?" Na Xu didn't say anything, it was the little monk Na Yan who asked.

"I'll eat a handful, and I promise to pull it out and return it to your senior brother."

"Ah~~~" The trembling voice was still the little monk Na Xun, who didn't even move his brows.

After half a beat, Na Xu looked at Mo Ya with a strange look: "There is no Croton."

Under the suggestion of his eyes, Mo Ya gradually understood that he couldn't pull the relic out of his asshole.So, he laughed it off: "Just kidding, I'll pick it out from my throat and return it to you."

a while.

The four relics were spread out intact in the palm of Mo Ya's palm, but, only the bloodshot saliva stained each of them.

"Blood was picked out." Na Xu's face turned pale, "Is the benefactor okay?"

"It's fine. Can I stay?" Mo Ya asked piously, "Who am I sharing a room with? Don't worry, I can eat very well, and I respect the old and love the young very much."

"At the foot of Sheyang Mountain, half a mile to the west, there is an old genius doctor in Majia Village. The benefactor can ask him to cure his throat when he goes down the mountain. It will be cured very quickly." Nasu interrupted gently, and rejected Mo Ya's request in a straight voice. conjecture.

Mo Ya took a deep look at Na Xu, "I'm leaving now."

He left as soon as he said he would, and Mo Ya did so simply.The little monk jogged to catch up, holding a lantern to see him off, but he also refused.

Watching Mo Ya's back slowly disappearing into the night, Xiao Na put his palms together and said, "Brother's peach blossom robbery finally pulled out the male pistil, sin, sin." Fortunately, the temple bought croton money It was saved, and the lantern was not lost.

very nice.

very nice?

not good!

That night, people went out vertically.By the early morning of the third day, the man came back sideways.

Still Mo Ya, still under the big tree in front of the temple.

The person was lying on the ground, but curled up, maintaining the original squatting posture, and still did not move.

Na Chen came out to sweep the leaves with a big broom on his shoulders, and was surprised when he opened the door and saw Mo Ya.In the clear sky and broad daylight, Mo Ya's face was paler than a ghost, and occasionally he would grind his teeth.

"The benefactor..." The broom handle poked Mo Ya, but there was no response.

So, Na Chen stepped forward to probe Mo Ya's forehead again.

His forehead was hot.

Na Chen jumped up, threw the broom again, and ran into the temple: "Brother, the benefactor who wanted to blaspheme you got sick!"

The sleepy Mo Ya was awakened by his shouting, and he rolled his eyelids sleepily, but he felt proud in his heart.

He was sick, and it was typhoid fever.

Going down the mountain, I found the residence of the genius doctor, and rubbed it on the typhoid patients. I was hungry and tired, and I was easily infected with typhoid.If there is no lice to raise, he can find a lice to catch.

Small tricks, nothing special.

Na Xu, who got the news, felt extremely guilty, and lowered his head for a while: "Then let him stay, and we will talk about it when he recovers."