How to Be a Successful Ghost Cultivator

As soon as everyone heard it, they all went to the side. Ling raccoon stood at the end of the line with Lian Wu, watching the people in front of them dig out spirit stones one after another, complaining in their mouths: "Why did it go up again? It was obviously 40 yuan last month. .”

"God knows how to get spirit stones all day long! Why don't you grab them?"

"Be patient, I have a big backer, so why don't I obediently give it to you?"

The little bald man was standing in front of Lian Wu before, and now he was taking out the spirit stone in his arms, muttering in his mouth: "Businessman, the spirit stone that I get from the temple every month is less than 30 yuan, donkey meat pancakes It’s not enough to eat... Ouch, master, master, you have caused misery this time, forty, 41, 42... 42?... 42! Oops! I shouldn’t have eaten that donkey meat pancake just now, I just ate it Drop three spirit stones!"

Lian Wu finally couldn't help bursting out laughing from behind, the little monk was so funny, the little monk heard someone laughing at him from behind, so he turned around, slapped his head in a decent manner, and said in his mouth: "Amitabha, I don't know why the benefactor laughed?"

When he lowered his head, his shiny little bald head was facing Lian Wu, and it was still shining. Lian Wu laughed again when he saw Lian Wu. ?”

The little monk nodded, his eyes suddenly lit up, matching his bald head, it really complemented each other, and he was very happy. He smiled and said, "Is the benefactor also going to Beichan Temple?"

Lian Wu smiled and nodded: "Not bad."

The little monk's eyes became brighter: "The little monk is on the same journey with you."

"Indeed."

The little monk was overjoyed, his eyebrows almost flew up, and he hurriedly said: "The little monk's name is Hualao, and he is a disciple of Beichan Temple. Can you ask the benefactor to borrow three low-grade spirit stones from the little monk. Give it back."

In Lianwu's storage bag, there were indeed a few low-grade spirit stones, which he picked up from the corner of Geshan's cave, so it would be no problem to give them to the little monk. Thinking of this, he took out three pieces of spirit stones and handed them over. .

Hua Lao was overjoyed to accept it, and thanked again and again: "Thank you for the benefactor, the benefactor is really a kind person."

At this time, it happened to be his turn. Hualao hurriedly held the storage bag with both hands, poured all the spirit stones on the counter with great pain, and counted them again. It was exactly 45 yuan, and there was no extra one. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed He took the small jade token handed over by the buddy without hesitation and left.

"Beichan Temple." Ling Raccoon stuck out his hand from behind Lian Wu, and put a pile of low-grade spirit stones on the counter, his voice not in a hurry.

The guy took a rough look at the pile of spirit stones, then buried his head in his work, and asked, "Two people?"

Lingraccoon remained silent, Lian Wu nodded and said, "Yes."

The guy took the Lingshi, handed over two small jade tokens, and said: "After half an hour, go to the third floor."

Ling Lai took the jade token, and then left the lobby with Lian Wu.

Although there were not as many cultivators on the third floor as in the lobby, the room was still full, and it was not as noisy as downstairs. Everyone was sipping tea, talking in low voices, or closing their eyes for rest.

Lian Wu saw the little monk named Hualao from the crowd at a glance. Without him, the little bald head was really shiny and eye-catching.

Just in time, Hualao also looked over, saw Lian Wu, waved to him enthusiastically and shouted: "Benefactor! We meet again, benefactor!"

His voice was clear and loud, all the cultivators in the hall looked at him for a while, Lian Wu couldn't help but want to hide his face under the eyes of everyone, feeling that it was a bit embarrassing.

That Xiang Hualao came trotting all the way early, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and gave the two of them a smack, and said: "Amitabha, the little monk just wanted to find the two of you, but the two benefactors came here instead. You can see that the little monk and the two of you The fate of the donor is very deep!"

Lian Wu thought it was very funny that the little monk was so heartless, so he also laughed: "Young master is right."

Hua Lao stroked his bald head, and said a little embarrassedly: "It will take five or six days to travel from here to Beichan Temple. I wonder if the two benefactors are willing to go with the little monk? We can take care of each other."

Hearing his question, Lian Wu looked back at Ling Raccoon and saw him nodding, so he replied: "That's very good, I will trouble the little master on the way."

"Where is it?" Hua Lao smiled, he had a round face and round eyes, this smile was quite joyful.He took Lian Wu and the other two to sit at the small table in the corner of the hall, poured three cups of tea, and then sat down on the right side of Lian Wu. Originally, he wanted to sit on the left side. Lian Wu will be closer, not because he doesn't like Ling raccoon, it's because Lian Wu is about the same age as him, and has a closer sense of intimacy, while Ling raccoon is taciturn and very cold, compared to him, he prefers Even the fog is reasonable.

However, Lingraccoon had already sat down, so Hualao could only sit on the remaining empty seat, and after a while, he poked his head over and asked, "I don't know the benefactor's name?"

Seeing that shiny bald head stuck in front of his eyes again, Lian Wu couldn't help feeling amused, and said, "My name is Lian Wu, and this is my senior brother Lingraccoon." , asked: "Are all of you... Buddhist disciples bald?"

Hearing this, Hualao giggled, rubbed his head and said, "No, there are some who don't get shaved. Master said that if you don't have distracting thoughts, it doesn't matter if you get shaved or not. However, the little monk is not enough in practice, so he just learned from a few senior brothers. , and shave off your hair too."

Lian Wu asked curiously again: "I heard that you Buddhist disciples don't eat meat, is that true?"

After hearing this, Hualao patted her bald head in embarrassment, and said with a blushing face, "Well...most of the disciples don't eat it."

Seeing his appearance, Lian Wu understood immediately, and couldn't help but said narrowly: "You say that, so it shows that you are a meat eater?"

Hualao hastily argued: "Master once said that the Buddha's heart will keep wine and meat in his intestines. If the little monk can go to the Western Paradise and see the Buddha one day, then he will just apologize to him. The master also said, The Buddha is so busy, how can he have time to care whether we eat meat or drink?"

Hearing his words, Lian Wu couldn't help laughing at him: "Sophistry, the Buddha can't control you, can't you control yourself?"

Hualao lowered his head and did not speak, and fiddled with his hands. Seeing this, Lian Wu thought that what he had just said was too serious, so he lowered his voice and said hesitantly: "Hey... what's wrong with you? I didn't Not to laugh at you..."

Hualao still lowered his head, Lian Wu couldn't help being a little anxious, this little monk is quite funny, could it be that he made people angry with a few words?

He whispered: "It's not a big deal, okay, okay, what your master said is right."

Hualao raised his head this time, stuffed something into his mouth and chewed, while handing over a few small green fruits, puffing his cheeks, grinning and said: "Eat."

Lian Wu: "..."

His silence just now was just because he was fiddled with the fruit and didn't have time to talk. Lian Wu couldn't help but took it with a little gloom. After looking at it, the fruit was very strange in shape, oval in shape, green all over, with a sharp point on top. Circle crimson, can't help wondering: "What is this?"

While chewing, Hualao replied, "I don't know. I passed by a valley a few days ago and saw many such fruits growing there. They seemed to be edible, so I picked many of them."

Seeing that Lian Wu was hesitant, he hurriedly explained: "Young monk has eaten a lot, and it hasn't ruined your stomach. You just need to rest assured."

Lian Wu silently held the fruit, and couldn't bear to refuse his kindness, just as he was about to bite the bullet and put it in his mouth, he heard Ling Rao suddenly say: "The thunder fruit is non-toxic, eating it can make people hungry."

Hearing this, Lian Wu threw the fruit into his mouth without any doubt, his brows and eyes were wrinkled, it was so sour!

Hua Lao was still smiling naively, and suddenly realized: "No wonder the more you eat, the more hungry you become. Ah, Lianwu Benefactor, I forgot to tell you, this fruit is very sour."

That is, you patronize eating, how can you have time to remind me?Lian Wu puffed her cheeks and said silently in her heart.

While Hualao was having a great time eating, he took the time to ask, "Master Lianwu, what are you doing at Beichan Temple this time?"

Lian Wu replied vaguely: "Well... Just look around and find someone by the way."

Hua Lao patted his chest and said: "My little monk grew up in Beichan Temple, there is no one I don't know there, if you can't find it, you can ask me."

Lian Wu nodded "Mmmm", it should be that the thunder fruit tasted very sour at the beginning, but later he felt very refreshing. He ate a lot at once, and he reluctantly gave up until Ling Lai reached out his hand to stop it in time.

Hua Lao was still muttering non-stop: "I have been out of the temple for three years, this time the master sent me a letter, saying that the master uncle fought with someone and broke his leg, and asked me to go back to the temple. I was originally practicing in Yanshen Mountain, and I set out after receiving the sound transmission talisman from Master. Now I have been walking for more than half a month. I heard that there is a post building here, so I came here. Unexpectedly, I would need 45 spirit stones! If I hadn’t met You two, I'm afraid I'm going to go back to Beichan Temple."

"How old is your uncle? You have to rush back to serve him after you have a broken leg?" Lian Wu looked at him with some pity.

Hualao ate the fruit, and said in an aggrieved tone, "Uncle Master is much bigger than me, so he is easy to fight with others. A broken leg is considered a minor injury. My master once said that a missing arm and a broken leg can still be repaired neatly. I'm worried that if he goes out of the temple and comes back with only half of his brain left, that would be bad."

Hearing what he said, Lian Wu laughed loudly: "Your master's words are really interesting."

Hua Lao chuckled and said, "I think so too."

The two have similar temperaments, and they are both young people. From Lian Wu's point of view, this young monk is very interesting and talks a lot, and the topics of conversation can often go a long way.

In Hualao's eyes, Lian Wu is cheerful and kind, a friend worth making, the two of them share similar tastes, and within a short while, both heads are together across a small table, leaving Lingraccoon alone to sit and drink tea.

Lian Wu and the two were chatting excitedly. Suddenly, there was a noise and noise from the right side of the hall, as if someone was arguing about something, which naturally attracted the attention of the two of them.