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Finally lived in the temple, finally finally.

Mo Ya lay across the bed, stretched out happily.

The night was silent, and in this autumn, there was not even a single cicada in the temple, it was so quiet that it made people hairy.

Mo Ya turned over, feeling bored, went to pick out a handful of peanuts and started to eat.

He bought the peanuts on the road, and they were already damp, so he didn't mind, so he peeled off the clothes, tossed them high, and opened his mouth to pick them up.

Something happened when he ate the third peanut. The peanut got stuck in his throat, which made him bulge and bulge.

It was the moment of urgency again, someone on the roof came through the window, his body was light and quick, and he fell to his bed like a gust of wind, reaching out to pat him on the back.

Mo Ya smiled, his eyebrows widened, and he immediately got up, his throat was no longer stuck and his breath was no longer panting. He waved his hand at the man, "Hello, Mr. Gao, I haven't slept so late, it's been a lot of hard work."

The tall man immediately turned dark again, and his nose was almost crooked.

"I'm curious, when do the people who follow you usually eat, shit, and rest?"

Mr. Gao was very cool and refused to answer.

"Probably when I fell asleep."

There continued to be silent, but it was acquiescence from the expression.

"Very good, very good." Mo Ya was very happy: "Then I won't sleep from now on, let's play."

After speaking, he got up, sat down in front of the broken table on the window sill, and started counting his own eyelashes with great interest.

Mr. Gao still had a dark face, snorted contemptuously, and turned to the room.

"I am a master, I have practiced internal skills."

After a while, this sentence came from the roof, full of air, clearly a provocation.

Mo Ya laughed out loud, now that he finally found his purpose in life, he straightened up his legs, rolled up his trousers, and began to count the hairs on them one by one.

The next day, Mo Ya went out as soon as the sky was bright, and caught a pheasant from the mountain behind the temple, brought it to the temple by himself, cleaned it, set up a fire and started roasting it.

After a while, the little monk woke up, came out of the room rubbing his eyes, squatted aside, and kept wiping his face with his sleeve.

"I'll give you a chicken leg later." Mo Ya tempted.

Nachen pursed his lips, looked at the chicken sadly, then looked at Mo Ya, and said, "I know it's meat, monks can't eat meat, and I have nothing to do with meat."

What a young monk with professional ethics.

Mo Ya shrugged his shoulders, and said again: "Then I'll pop chestnuts for you to eat later, I just saw chestnuts falling on the mountain, this thing is popped with sweet-scented osmanthus candy, the taste..."

Before he finished speaking, the angry Harazi lost control and fell into the fire with a thud.

"Call me brother, and brother will make you something delicious."

"elder brother!"

"Hey, you don't mind if my brother asks you a few questions?"

"Brother just ask."

"How many people are there in your temple?"

"Four, you, me, senior brother, and a guy who talks a lot and has a good ear, called Di Ting."

"Oh."

"Then how old is your brother? How is he? What do you like most?"

"Senior brother is 26 this year. He is a very nice person. Whenever he has money, he buys me delicious food. He never loses his temper. What he likes... I don't know. He seems to like everything, and he doesn't seem to like anything. "

It's really nonsense.

"Then why does he have hair?" Mo Ya turned the roast chicken over, "And since he is your senior brother, you already have a master, so why are you all alone in this temple?"

"I don't know much about this." Na Yan scratched his head: "We used to be in the Dabei Temple, and there were many brothers and sisters there. Later, the master died, and the brothers came out by themselves. When they came out, they told the abbot that he would definitely Get over the demons, what else... I don't remember very clearly."

Mo Ya groaned again, and wanted to ask, but there was movement on the roof over there, and something fell down with a "plop". The sound was very deep, and it seemed to be a big thing.

Curious, he walked ahead of Mo Ya to look, and immediately yelled, "This is a man, who is he? Why did he fall from the roof!"

Mo Ya followed and was immediately overjoyed when he saw the man.

Mr. Gao, who has practiced internal and martial arts very high, seems to have stayed up all night again, but after all he was sleepy and took a nap. At this moment, he fell from the roof. Unfortunately, he was knocked unconscious by a stone and lost consciousness. He was still snoring like thunder.

"It seems that this person is a thief." Mo Ya frowned.

"What is a thief?" The little monk raised his face, not because of innocence, but because the monastery was so poor that no thief would visit him.

"It's the villain who will snatch your candied chestnuts!"

"Ah...then what should I do!"

"Why don't we take him in first, and then ask your senior brother to teach him, maybe he will change his ways."

"Okay! As my senior brother said, in this world, so... so, that's right! No one can't be redeemed!"

"Well, then let's do what we say, the room I live in is small, where do we have time?"

"Listen there. This guy is always away."

The two started to act after discussing it, with Mo Ya leading the way and carrying Mr. Gao, who was snoring loudly, all the way to the listening room.

"And then? Should I call my brother, he goes to bed almost every morning." Na Chen asked again.

"Then don't call, let's take off this man's clothes first."

"What are you doing!"

"He's a bad guy. Let's take off his clothes and hide him, so he can't run away."

"Yeah." Na Chen nodded vigorously, jumped onto the bed very diligently, helped Mo Ya, and quickly stripped Mr. Gao naked.

"Go and hide his clothes, and I'll get a rope to tie him up so that he won't steal food from other people's houses,"

Na Chen nodded desperately again, took Mr. Gao's clothes and ran away. When he came back, Mo Ya had finished his work, and tied his right hand to the window rail with a very strong rope.

"Okay, let's go, I'll get my chicken, brother will take you out."

"Where to go?"

"Buy food, I have money, let's go buy some delicious food for your senior brother, I think his complexion is not far from death."

Na Chen cheered, thought for a while, but turned around and ran to his room.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I still have half a corn in the house, I want to hide it!" Na Yan shouted while running, the little fat swayed, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Half an hour later, after drinking three bowls of bean juice and eating six vegetarian buns, the shy man with his chest folded and his stomach folded turned around. Before he could enter the door, he saw a white shadow turning into the temple wall.

"Listen!" He shouted, the voice was not loud from a long distance, but the white shadow heard it, climbed up the wall again, and stuck out his tongue at him.

"This one is the one you said that has a lot of ears and a good ear?" Mo Ya followed in short steps.

"Yeah." Na Yan hiccupped again: "It's rare for him to come back. Every time he comes back, he must have discovered something new, and the senior brother is busy again."

"You must never speak ill of him, remember, his ears are so sharp that he can even hear me fart a few times in the room!" Na Chen added after a while.

Mo Ya stopped talking, his eyes lit up with interest, and he walked quickly into the temple gate.

In the temple, Na Xu's typhoid fever had not recovered, and he looked weak. When he saw him, his face turned pale again, but he still asked in a good temper: "Hi, the typhoid fever is very urgent. I don't know how the benefactor is doing?"

Mo Ya laughed and glanced directly at Di Ting in the room.

The white-clothed Di Ting stuck out his tongue at him again, and came over to talk to Na Xu: "I went to the house to change a pair of shoes. This time I found a new beast that I had never seen before. My shoes are all right. Go back and change a pair of shoes." just come."

After finishing speaking, he patted his butt and walked away.

At the same time, Mo Ya started to have an idea, his shoulders slumped, and he showed the rascal expression from last time: "Where are you going, I will go too."

Na Xu's face became even paler, and he said, "The benefactor is not feeling well, I see..."

"Don't look at it, I have to go."

"why?"

"Because I'm full and have nothing to do."

"..."

"I know where you hid your master's relics, and I definitely don't mind eating it again."

On that side, Mo Ya said again, with just one sentence, the tug-of-war between the two of them was immediately ended.

At the same time, listen to the room.

Di Ting groped for the door, went to open the cupboard familiarly, took out the pair of soft-soled shoes, and heard a roar behind him.

"what!"

The tall man on the bed who has high martial arts skills and practiced internal skills woke up at this moment, and the first thing he did was to stand up: "Where is Mo Ya, where is he?!"

Di Ting blinked, looked at the tight-waisted naked man in front of him, and replied honestly: "Who is Mo Ya?"

"What did you do to him? What did you do to me?!"

The tall man said again, looking at his miserable situation, he was filled with grief and indignation, he raised his hand, the rope in his hand snapped immediately, and rushed towards Di Ting with the wind of his palm whistling.

A master is indeed a master, and his internal skills are not in vain, this palm is really extraordinary, he knocked innocent Di Ting to the ground and lost his breath.