The daily life of a man as a monk

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001

Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. In the temple, there were a little Taoist priest and a great Taoist priest. The Taoist priest was telling a story to the little Taoist priest:

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a monastery in the mountain. In the monastery, there was a little Taoist priest and a big..."

The little Taoist priest sat in the arms of the great priest, his soft little face was so cute, so cute that it was pink and tender, even if his face was expressionless, he was so cute.

The most astonishing thing is that even though his face is covered with cute baby fat, there is still a handsomeness that cannot be ignored on that little fat.People can't help but sigh.

Ah, this kid must be a handsome guy when he grows up.

Just like the Daoist priest who told him the story, he is a handsome guy who can shake the world and cry ghosts and gods just because of his beauty.

But now, this future handsome guy raised his head slowly with his soft face, and opened his big black and moist eyes.

"Master." He said, "The time is up."

Master looked down at him expressionlessly, "What time?"

The little Taoist climbed out of Master Xiangxiang's soft embrace, and took out a small wooden sword from under the empty cushion beside him.

That was originally his cushion, on which he usually meditates at this time.

But today, his master suddenly wanted to tell him a story, so the little Taoist priest who had been doting on his master gave up his time of meditating alone, and obediently crawled into the arms of his beloved teacher to offer him love. Christian warmth.

Hey, he is such a caring apprentice.

The little Taoist sighed to himself.

Although I don't want to admit it, Master's story is really ugly and makes me sleepy. I really don't know which bad guy taught him Master.

The little Taoist picked up the small wooden sword and said to the master, "It's time to practice the sword."

oh.It's all time.

Master looked at the sky and suddenly realized.

Master has always been a good master who abides by time. He practices swords at fixed times every day, which has not changed for thousands of years.Unexpectedly, telling stories to his lover today made him so addicted that he even forgot to go to Xi Jian, his favorite on weekdays.

Hey, what his master brother said is right, as expected, telling stories to his lover is addictive.

The master picked up his beloved disciple, supported his soft buttocks and squatted down, smacked his beloved disciple's face left and right, and then smacked his small forehead again.

The little Taoist touched his face.

He didn't know what happened to his master today, he was such a calm person on weekdays, why he was telling him stories and smacking his face again today.

It shouldn't be.

Obviously, what the master should teach him is swordsmanship.

Could it be that Master is sick?

The little Taoist stretched out his hand and touched the forehead of his beloved teacher.

Well, no fever.

The little Taoist couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Suddenly the little Taoist had a flash of inspiration and asked the master, "Master, did you go to see the master uncle in the morning?"

Master nodded.

"I understand." The little Taoist tapped his right hand with his left hand, then jumped out of Master's embrace with his hands and feet together, and landed lightly, "Master, don't be afraid."

Master looked down at his beloved disciple, not knowing what he would be afraid of.

Aitu held his sword with his small hand, "I'm going to have a duel with my uncle right now, to avenge you."

Master slowly put out a question mark, "What hatred?"

Aitu's small face was extremely heavy, "He gave you medicine to make you stupid."

002

The master who was targeted by his nephew: ...

Although, what does this have to do with me?

Obviously, it was your master who saw me telling stories to my disciples, and then realized it by myself.

003

Master has realized.

When he saw his beloved apprentice who was determined to avenge himself, he finally realized.

It turned out that this was the reason why his master disciple said that telling stories to disciples would enhance the relationship between master and disciple?

He got it.

It turned out that it was really useful.

Look, his lover, who was very restrained and would actively cover up his emotions at a young age, has now exposed his emotional ups and downs because of him.

As expected of a junior master with three apprentices, he has really rich experience.

The master couldn't help being deeply moved, and then decided to follow his beloved apprentice to fight the master master.

After all, his lover is still so young, not enough to deal with the strength of the head.As a master who dotes on his apprentice, how could he just watch his apprentice fail and return?

Wouldn't this frustrate the lover's fighting spirit?

No.

Master disagrees.

So, when Master was about to lose in the battle between his beloved apprentice and the master, he drew his own sword.

003

The leader who was beaten: ...

I realized, this is a sad world where only the head is injured.

004

The boss is dead.

In this world where only the head is sad, the head is so withered that his head is almost bald.

Not only did he exhaust all his efforts to keep his disciples from starving to death every day, but now he has become a sandbag for his nephew, so he really can't live through this day.

Especially when his senior nephew drew his sword to him after his senior nephew was defeated.

Hey.

The headmaster sighed faintly.

Although, his senior brother would always be merciful to him and take the initiative to deflect his life.

But his hair has been shaved to the point where it can't hold it anymore.

005

Although the head of the sect is thinning day by day, his senior brother is still so handsome, even though his age is already several zeros.

The little Taoist priest is also a handsome little Taoist priest, although the flesh on his face makes the ruthless ten thousand year old man want to suck it.

The master and apprentice stand together, even if they are doing nothing, they are suffocatingly handsome, which is a famous sign of the Taoist temple.

A signboard that attracts incense.

006

I have to admit that this pair of master and apprentice is really handsome, handsome and unrestrained, and they look like dogs. Apart from their skins, they are also awesome. Chosen Son.Even picking a booger outside can make countless men and women scream and suffocate.

Of course, it is impossible to pick boogers, and it is impossible to pick them in this life.

What is this for master and apprentice?Fairy man.The little fairy boy doesn't even need to go to the toilet, anyone in this world who would tarnish the fairy boy's image will have to die.

But even if this is the case, the master and the younger brother have to desperately say that this pair of master and apprentice are two sand sculptures.

Yes, sand sculptures.

The sand sculpture is so focused on thinking about the sky.

The junior brother in charge just wants to say: Brother die, have you seen the deep eyes of Tiandao's father?His little eyes are on you two.

007

The junior master was struck by lightning after he finished speaking.

Father Tiandao: You have small eyes.

008

There is a saying that goes well, you get used to being bald.In the days when the original thick hair of the head master was thinning day by day, the little Taoist priest who made people want to take a bite gradually grew into a big Taoist priest who made his legs weak.

Daoist has the same ruthlessness as his master and father, and long legs that seem to have no neck.

But what is distressing is that the Daoist with long legs did not break through 1.8 meters.

009

Daoist refuses to admit this fact, 1.7 meters is 1.8 meters when rounded up to [-].

The junior brother in charge said: "But you are half a head shorter than your master."

The Taoist priest beat his master uncle half to death with a blank face, and he didn't die.

010

The junior master is dead.

Now even that former little Taoist priest can beat him to death.This head has no dignity at all, he wants to leave the view.

On the day he left Liguan, all the disciples of Quanguan put down their work, hugged the master's thigh and cried, "No! Master, how can we live if you leave? We can't Without you!"

The junior master was very moved, and the friends in the Taoist temple really had a deep affection for him, except for the pair of sand sculpture masters and apprentices.He was about to leave, and the two sand sculptures were still playing swords in their own territory.

The junior brother in charge said, "It's okay, the incense sticks I have hoarded now are enough for Guanli's expenses for decades."

Then he heard the little friends say heart-rendingly, "But you're gone, the next one to be targeted by that pair of sword masters is us. We are still young, not as rough-skinned as the master. "

011

The leader cried and beat these ruthless friends to death.

So why would there be two sword practitioners in a Taoist temple where they all practice magic?

What an injustice!

Heavenly way: I bah!

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