The Little Monk's Path to Physical Transcendence

After Lu Xiaofeng left with Jin Jiuling and Xue Bing, the two adults talked about this case again.

"To commit such a heinous crime just for such a reason." Hua Manlou sighed softly while holding the cup.

Jin Jiuling entered the Six Doors at the age of 13. In the past 30 years, he has personally solved countless serious cases, but he always felt that those people were too stupid, so he wanted to make a big case that no one could solve.

He first dressed up as a bearded man, and then used a piece of flower embroidered by a woman as the most crucial evidence, because Lu Xiaofeng would definitely go to Xue Bing from Shenzhen Villa, and let the old lady of Shenzhen Villa hold his eyes for him .With the ability of the old lady, it is natural to be able to tell at a glance that the flower is embroidered by a woman, and even recognize where the cloth and thread are used.

And after knowing this, Lu Xiaofeng will definitely go to the store and ask who has bought this kind of satin and this kind of thread, but if he wants to go to that store, he must pass through the restaurant arranged by Jin Jiuling, where Sikong Zaixing is waiting.

Jin Jiuling is a head catcher, but Sikong Zaixing is a thief.No matter how powerful the thief is, it is inevitable that he will have a setback on the head catcher.So Sikong Zhaixing could only listen to Jin Jiuling's orders and lure Lu Xiaofeng to Qixia Nunnery under the pretext of stealing the piece of satin!

After going to Qixia Nunnery, Lu Xiaofeng will definitely find Jiang Chongwei living there and Jiang Qingxia wearing red shoes!Isn't a woman who wears the same shoes as the embroidered thief and has access to Jiang Chongwei, the former director of the palace who holds the key to the treasure house of the palace, the best suspect?

But Jiang Qingxia's martial arts is not enough to instantly blind Chang Mantian's eyes, so Lu Xiaofeng will suspect other people from the same organization as Jiang Qingxia, and according to Lu Xiaofeng's character, he will definitely come to try the guards of the palace.

And Pingnan Prince's Mansion is in Wuyang City, and the local snake "Snake King" happens to be Lu Xiaofeng's good friend.

So intertwined, after Jin Jiuling successfully captured Xue Bing and used the spy in the red shoes to make Lu Xiaofeng think that the leader of the red shoes, Mrs. Gongsun, had killed the Snake King, his plan was completely completed.

If the plan goes well, Lu Xiaofeng will find out that the embroidered thief is Aunt Gongsun of the red shoes, and Jin Jiuling will get a lot of money and praise to complete this perfect crime he has longed for.

It's a pity that his plan was completely shattered last night because a child wanted to find someone to play with at night.

Jin Jiuling's mood was unknown, but the little monk was in a good mood.

After Lu Xiaofeng left, the two adults were busy chatting, and the little monk secretly ate two more candied sweet potatoes, and immediately became happy.

Still sleepy though.

The matter has been perfectly resolved, and the little monk can't wait to go home.Although the palace is big and has a lot of delicious food, in the heart of the little monk, it is still not as good as a small building with only two floors, and even watering the flowers is worth remembering.

The little prince finally got tired of playing chess with Hua ManLou, and didn't even show up to see him off.As the master of the young prince, Ye Gucheng was naturally treated differently from them. After the matter was over, he still stayed in the palace to instruct the young monk on swordsmanship.

The little monk hummed a song and went home happily. This time the journey was safe and sound, without any twists and turns.

It was the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the backyard of the small building again. Most of the sweet-scented osmanthus had fallen, leaving only dots of yellow like rice grains hidden among the layers of branches and leaves, emitting a fragrance.

Hua Manlou was holding a book in his hands, and a fat little monk was sleeping on the soft couch next to him.

After several months of feeding, the little monk finally turned into a ball of white and round glutinous rice balls instead of a thin strip when he first saw him. She has the shape of an eight-year-old child, and because she ate well and slept well, she has more than one shade of white, so she looks extra soft.

Huamanlou was very satisfied with the result, the little monk was also very satisfied, and the little monk's teeth were also very satisfied.

The incisor tooth that had been crushed by peach blossoms finally grew a small point, which became the little monk's favorite, and he had to touch it lightly every day to make sure that the small point was still there.But because of the new teeth growing out, Hua Manlou strictly controlled the little monk's intake of sweets, and didn't even give him a chance to steal them.

The little monk fell into a drowsy sleep, his dream was filled with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, and his mouth was filled with the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus root powder.

When I woke up, the sky was already dark, and the west was glowing with magnificent pink and purple, covering everything with a hazy mist.The little monk rubbed his heavy eyelids, and looked at Huamanlou who was still holding a book and reading in a daze.

"It's getting dark, what is Huamanlou eating at night?" The little monk couldn't help yawning.

Hua Manlou pulled away from the book, a little surprised: "Is it dark already?"

The little monk had already stepped on his little boots, and while putting on his shoes, he replied: "Of course, I woke up! Obviously I just wanted to lie down for a while, and then fell asleep. I will definitely not be able to sleep at night!"

"Children should sleep a little longer!" Hua Manlou sat under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree with a smile on his face.

"I know, I know." The little monk didn't listen to Hua Manlou's advice at all, and only had one question in his mind, "So what are you going to have for dinner?"

The question of what to eat can be a big problem, especially if you're not alone.The young monk's understanding of food is naturally inferior to that of Huamanlou, so he especially likes to let Huamanlou order food, because he can always tell you something that is suitable and delicious.

Of course, when this question is asked, it means that the little monk doesn't want to cook today.Because he can only cook a few dishes, and each dish is just a stir-fry of different vegetables, such as fried eggplant with cabbage and fried cucumber with tomato.It is definitely edible, but whether it is good or not depends entirely on luck.

After eating a few restaurant dishes, the little monk was full of dislike for his craftsmanship. He would never touch a spatula if he could not cook, which fully reflected the so-called "greed".

Huamanlou couldn't help laughing when he heard the little monk who was already eager to try, "You can go to Hongfulou to pick it up, I've already made an order with the shopkeeper."

The little monk waited for this sentence, and rushed out on tiptoe, his whole body was filled with the joy of eating.

Hong Fu Lou is just two streets away from the small building, and the vegetarian dishes in it can be described as a must.It was time for dinner at this time, the restaurant was full, traveling merchants and ordinary wealthy people crowded in this restaurant, the hot smoke was rising, and everyone had the same joy on their faces.

Being able to have a warm and delicious dinner when the weather turns cold, isn’t it a star shining faintly in the cold night?

Small and short-lived happiness can also comfort people, but this truth is often only realized in pain.

The little monk walked to the counter with familiarity, and the shopkeeper grinned a friendly but not obsequious smile when he saw him: "Is it the four vegetarian dishes and chestnut porridge ordered by the playboy? Just wait a moment, it will be ready soon!"

"Thank you, shopkeeper!" The little monk raised his head and laughed, his round eyes bent into crescents.

"You are welcome, I should thank you two for your patronage." The shopkeeper is well versed in the rules of business, no matter what kind of customers come to the door, you can't let people look at you, right?So the shopkeeper smiled at everyone, laughing out that the Hongfulou is full of customers.

While chatting with the shopkeeper, the little monk glanced at the door of the back kitchen, and rolled his eyes five or six times in one sentence. Naturally, the shopkeeper could not fail to see it, and hurriedly said: "Vegetarian dishes taste good when they are just out of the pot. We don't dare to put the dishes for you for an hour or two, do we? Just wait a moment, the stir-fried dishes are all fast-handed dishes, and they will be ready in no time!"

"Yeah, I know!" The little monk agreed verbally, but his eyes still couldn't help it.The little monk also understands the truth, but the food is right in front of you, how can you keep people from looking at it more?

Seeing that the little monk was not dissatisfied because of this, the shopkeeper heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly walked to the second floor.He didn't just stand behind the counter and collect the money. Like the regular customers on the second floor, everyone had to ask if it suits his taste, and then said a few homely things, and finally please come back next time.

This kind of work is absolutely impossible for the waiter in the shop, and he can only be asked to come forward as the shopkeeper.

The little monk doesn't care whether there is anyone to talk to him, he cares more about when the food will be ready, Hua Manlou might be waiting at home!

Of course, Hua Man Lou will not wait in a hurry, but others may not.The shopkeeper had just set foot on the second floor when he was stopped by two fierce men with knives. One of them had a scar from his forehead to his lips, and the other had a red turban tied on his head. With a fierce look on his face, his eyes widened with anger.

"I said the shopkeeper, did you look down on our brother? It's been almost half an hour, why is the food still not served?" Scarface was holding the steel knife in one hand, and holding the shopkeeper's shoulder with the other, his voice was like a bell, The sound of the whole restaurant was suppressed.

Naturally, the little monk couldn't fail to notice such a loud voice, and his eyes staring at the door of the back kitchen also shifted to the second floor.

The shopkeeper complained in his heart. What they fear most in business is not repudiating debts or eating bully meals, but what they fear most is such unreasonable and strong customers.Others are just a loss of money at any rate, but if you encounter such a person, it's hard to say whether you can save your life!

"Yes, yes, it's all our fault for neglecting you! In this way, your table is my treat. It's not that we deliberately neglected it. It's just that the snowy bean paste takes too much effort. Our two chefs in the back kitchen make it for you !" The shopkeeper repeatedly apologized and didn't mention the fact that the two of them had come for even a quarter of an hour.

After all, it's useless to mention it, maybe the two of them will punch him when they become angry, if this matter is over, it will be the best, and it will be a waste of money to eliminate disasters.

The red scarf snorted coldly: "I don't care about your meal money? What kind of person are you, dare to invite our brothers to dinner?"

Cold sweat slid down the shopkeeper's forehead, knowing that this matter could not be taken lightly: "Then what do you think should be done?"

Scarface and the red scarf raised their fingers and made a gesture of kneeling: "Well, as long as you give grandpa three heads-kowtow, this matter will be fine. If you don't kowtow...hmph, you can figure it out!"

After saying that, a sword light flashed, and the chair on the left hand side of the shopkeeper had been broken into several pieces, scattered scattered on the ground.

With such a situation, who would dare to eat?After a few short screams, there were only a few people left in the restaurant.The shopkeeper's sweat was pouring down like rain, and he was about to kneel down after gritting his teeth.

"Who are you grandpa?" A child's voice sounded from the first floor, and when the last word fell, the person was already in front of the shopkeeper!

Scarface and the red scarf were startled, thinking that they had met those big men who were good at fighting for justice.The brothers talk about being brave, but in fact they only dare to bully ordinary people who don't know martial arts. They are the only grandchildren and the other is the grandfather.

But after seeing the person who came, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief. What can a kid who can't reach their chests do?He was white, with baby fat still hanging on his face, and every poke would be a dent, and he might cry in fright when he saw the knife.

The shopkeeper saw that the little monk was in a cold sweat. It doesn't matter if he kowtows a few times, what if he hurts someone else's child?Which child is not the treasure in the hands of parents?But before he could tell the little monk to go quickly, the little monk asked again.

"Who do you think is the grandfather?" The little monk stood firmly in front of the shopkeeper, his big eyes fixed on his scarred face and red turban.

Scarface sneered: "I am your grandfather!"

The little monk flicked his toes, picked up a barely usable wooden stick from a pile of scraps on the ground, and said with a blank expression, "I don't have grandparents!"

Before the red turban could sneer, the shopkeeper was about to drag the little monk behind him when he heard a loud noise in the air, his scarred face and the red turban kneeled down neatly with pain in his knees!

The little monk remained expressionless, handed the chair legs to the shopkeeper, and asked again: "Now, who are you grandpa?"

"You are my grandpa! You are my grandpa, we are the ones who don't know Taishan, your lord will forgive us a lot..." Such a character with a scarred face and a red turban can live for so long, to put it mildly, it is called knowing current affairs The person is a hero, but the ugly point is that he is soft-boned and thick-skinned, which makes people despised, so naturally he doesn't bother to care about it.

"Apologize to the shopkeeper, and then I will lose money, and I will let you go." The little monk gently picked up a wooden board, and the powder flowed from his fingers. Although he didn't say a single threatening word, it was more lethal than any cruel words. Scarred face and red hood dread.

"Master Shi Xin is indeed very handsome." A voice suddenly sounded, and several people present were shocked, except for the young monk.

The little monk had long felt that there was someone in that position, but it had nothing to do with the little monk, so he didn't care at all.But now that person calls out his name, it has something to do with the little monk.

"Who are you?" The little monk was a little wary.

The visitor stood up from a hidden corner, with a bald head, wearing a white monk's robe, and a string of simple Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.There was a compassionate smile on his face, and the place where he stood was like a Buddhist hall full of Buddha's light.

Compared with him, the little monk is simply a fake and shoddy product, not like a "monk" at all, more like a spoiled young man.

"The poor monk has no flowers." The visitor made a gesture that the young monk could not understand at all, and greeted with a smile.