The love of ejaculation

Yang Kang still didn't land on Peach Blossom Island in the end. Less than half an hour after he and Mei Chaofeng left, a young monk stopped him: "Amitabha, benefactor, the poor monk is polite..."

"Little monk?" Yang Kang tugged at the sleeves embroidered with bamboo patterns, and looked up and down the person in front of him: Seven or eight years old, with a gold-bottomed and gray-topped monk's hat? ?Two egg-sized prayer beads on the chest? ?

The gray and white monk's robe, if he read it correctly, Yang Kang raised his eyebrows: It's Shu brocade? ?Are monks so rich now? ?

What's more, Yang Kang looked at the red cassock that was used as a monk's robe and said slowly: "Fan monk?"

Although Jin Kingdom and Song Dynasty didn't get along very well, the monks of the two countries should be about the same. He had never seen this strangely dressed monk before.

"Benefactor, this little monk is not one of those monks..." The little monk lifted the mahogany box on his back, shook his head, and said, "This little monk is Daoheng, a monk from Shaolin Temple. hungry, so..."

The little monk took out a bowl from behind in embarrassment, and said shyly, "I want to find a benefactor for alms..."

How to hold a bowl like Guo Dabai? ?

They all come out with one touch from behind! !

Yang Kang twitched the corners of his mouth, and looked down at himself: he was wearing a dark embroidered brocade robe, although he had no accessories, but he grew up in a wealthy village, even though he suffered a little in recent days, it still did not damage his aristocratic aura.

No wonder the little monk came to him for alms! !

"No money, no steamed buns, don't look for me." Yang Kang turned around and mercilessly rejected the little monk's alms: "Find someone else yourself!"

"Ah, ah, it's different from what is said in the book!" The little monk scratched his forehead in distress, and muttered in a low voice: "It is said in the book that when encountering such rich and honored disciples, they will give alms?? Could it be that I begged for alms wrong way?"

Yang Kang hadn't gone far, when he heard the little monk's words, the corner of his mouth twitched: the book said...

Yes, he is a little monk who reads stupidly

"Benefactor, benefactor" the little monk didn't give up, caught up with Yang Kang and pulled his sleeve and said eagerly: "Benefactor, look, it's getting dark in this wilderness, I just need to melt a steamed bun, not too much ..."

After finishing speaking, he repeated it again: "Only one is enough..."

The "little monk" Yang Kangfu stared at Dao Heng: "Although I dress richly, do you think I have accessories on my body? So I am like you, no money, no steamed buns!"

I don’t even want to give you money, hum! !It is also a beggar, Guo Dabai can get it by his own labor, why do you monks give you money and food with a word? ?

snort! (╯-＿-)╯┴-┴

After speaking, he ruthlessly broke away from the little monk's hand, leaving the dazed little monk to think in situ.

At night, the raging fire made the wood crackling, and there was a fat and tender rabbit on the fire. While turning the rabbit, Yang Kang calculated how far he was from Peach Blossom Island. If he walked east from Liyang City for three days, he would be able to reach the Taohua Island. reach the sea.But...Yang Kang frowned, the vast sea, where is Peach Blossom Island?

It would be great if there is a little boy here!

Heh, Yang Kang chuckled, if there is Xiaoguai, that person will definitely be with Xiaoguai, and he still needs to go to Peach Blossom Island?

Hmph, Guo Bai, who has gone somewhere, should be beaten with thirty lashes here! !

Yang Kang added a handful of firewood to the fire, causing a burst of flames to protrude, licking the oily rabbit, Yang Kang sprinkled a few peppers down, and a burst of meaty smell wafted out immediately.

"Squeak" The dilapidated door was opened, Yang Kang's heart shuddered, and he looked up at the person who came: a pointed monk's hat, two large Buddhist beads on his chest, a small wooden box on his back, and a bright green bamboo—this Isn't it the little monk who begged him before?

"Amitabha, the benefactor is destined." Dao Heng greeted Yang Kang with a smile, "I didn't expect to meet the benefactor here..."

Leaning against the mottled wall, Yang Kang watched the little monk put down his box and sat in a corner not far from him, and smiled viciously: "Little monk, have you become lucky? I have a fat rabbit here, do you want to eat it?"

"No, no, no." Dao Heng waved his hands again and again: "I am a monk, and I don't eat meat or meat..."

"Shouldn't you persuade me to be a vegetarian? Isn't it just to persuade people to kill less?" Yang Kang squinted his eyes and hooked his fingers at Daoheng: "Little monk, come and sit, if you don't eat, you can warm yourself..."

"Life in this world is all about cultivation. If the benefactor has a heart of kindness, it is the same whether he eats meat or is a vegetarian. If he does not have a heart of kindness, so what if he is a vegetarian?"

Daoheng sniffled and held the small wooden box and refused to go there. Although he had never eaten meat, the meat smelled so delicious! !

Amitabha, the little monk’s heart is not firm, please don’t blame the Buddha, the little monk will definitely recite a few more scriptures and read a few fewer books to punish himself! !

Seeing Daoheng's patient expression, Yang Kang was happy, but he didn't tease him anymore. He just cut the rabbit on the fire with a knife and ate it with a rabbit leg.

"Cuckoo" Daoheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, endured the protest of his stomach, and chanted scriptures silently, but recalled in his mind: honey roasted pumpkin, Su Sanbi, bamboo forest fairyland, colorful pastoral...

Emma, ​​what should I do if I'm even more hungry? T_T.

"Little monk, go on." Before Daoheng could react, he received half a piece of dry pancake in his hand, and then heard Yang Kang's teasing voice: "You said in a beggar earlier that steamed buns are not pancakes, so I can only blame you I have to turn myself into steamed buns..."

"Um, thank you benefactor, thank you benefactor..." Daoheng happily took the pancakes, and cheerfully approached the small wooden box: "benefactor, I want to use the fire to heat some hot water..."

"At will." Yang Kang generously gave up a quick and clean land to Dao Heng.

"Buddha blesses, there are indeed many good people..." Dao Heng swiftly took out a pot, filled it with a water rack and put it on the fire slowly: "The book says it's true, people who love to laugh will not be too bad luck, The little monk just likes to laugh, and it really came true..."

When you go back, you must give a reward to Benboerba. The writing is really good! !

People who love to laugh are really lucky, but monks are lucky! !

"Book? What book?" Yang Kang asked curiously, "That book will be written like this?"

Aren't they all Zhihu people?

"Here, here you are." Dao Heng, who didn't have to starve, was in a very good mood. He reached into the small wooden box to search, grabbed a book and handed it to Yang Kang: "This is it..."

Yang Kang took it over and took a look: Smiling sweetheart broke through the rivers and lakes

What the hell is this? ?

Yang Kang looked at the so-called book in front of him in bewilderment, aren't you a monk?Still watching sweetheart? ?Shouldn't you be chanting scriptures?

Dao Heng tilted his head and looked at Yang Kang curiously, um, it seems that he doesn't like it? ?

That's right, this book was given by the owner of the bookstore. Since the benefactor doesn't like it, then... just change it to another one!

"Sponsor, please read this." Dao Heng found a new script for Yang Kang: "This is a very good one, guaranteed by Amitabha."

The legend of the hot-blooded boy? ?

Yang Kang couldn't help but ask: "Don't you...shouldn't you be chanting scriptures?"

"I want to read..." Daoheng scratched Guangming's head puzzledly: "This is the first time this little monk went down the mountain. Before going down the mountain, the little monk asked the senior brother what the outside world is like? Then the senior monk gave the little monk These scripts, it is said that one-third of the world can be understood by reading the scriptures..."

It's a pity that the little monk was far away from the mountain for the first time down the mountain (ノへ￣.)

The corner of Yang Kang's mouth twitched involuntarily, very good and very powerful.

Then Yang Kang read a few pages, and suddenly realized...it's really interesting! !

It is estimated that Guo Bai is very interested in this kind of story books, he has always wanted to be a storyteller...

The door opened again, and this time it was a Taoist priest with sideburns and a long sword stuck obliquely on his back. The yellow silk on the handle of the sword fluttered left and right in the wind, looking very imposing.

Dao Heng hurriedly whispered: "It is said in the book that people like this generally have status, otherwise they would have a strong momentum, right?"

"Oh, of course I have momentum..." Yang Kang lowered his eyes, and casually pulled out the fire: "One of the seven disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, little monk, do you think he has any status?"

"Quanzhen Sect?" Dao Heng gnawed a mouthful of pancakes in confusion: "I've never heard of it..."

"Hahaha" Yang Kang couldn't help laughing loudly: "It turns out that Quanzhen Sect is nothing special, isn't there still people who don't know Quanzhen Sect?"

"Huh, it's you, a traitor who has no father and no king..." A loud shout exploded like a cannonball: "I saw you coming out of the common people's house in the city, and there was news that other people's money had been stolen. It is really abominable to be reduced to the point of thieves. When I met you, a traitor, I arrested you and came to apologize..."

The one who entered was Qiu Chuji, one of the seven disciples of the Quanzhen Sect. Seeing Yang Kang, he wanted to kill him. At the time, he was greedy for wealth and honor in King Jin's residence, but now he has become a low-ranking person. Wouldn't it ruin his reputation if it spread out?

Thinking of raising the sword and slashing it down like an axe towards Yang Kang's head, Yang Kang flashed sharply, and a sword energy hit the fire, blowing the fire to pieces.

"Ah, the little monk's box" brought the firewood straight to Daoheng, and Daoheng took the "fresh bamboo" and swept it lightly, then avoided it.

But others avoided it, but the size of the firewood was too dense, and a small piece of red-burning firewood fell onto Daoheng's box.

Qiu Chuji's face was full of contempt and disdain: "What? I didn't expect to see you in half a year. Not only did you improve a lot in martial arts, but Lu Xing also couldn't lower it. You are really a lackey of gold..."

Qiu Chuji kept talking, stretched out his hand to grab Yang Kang's left wrist, and almost smashed Yang Kang's left wrist. Seeing Yang Kang escaped, he turned around quickly, raised the sword in his hand, and stabbed straight at Yang Kang. Fortunately, Yang Kang learned from Guo Baina. Mastered the "Qiu Shui Wuhen" lightness kung fu.

Although he was injured, he managed to dodge it anyway. Yang Kang covered his bleeding shoulder and said with a pale face, "This sword has broken the master-student relationship between you and me. Although you never taught me with your heart, But I also called you master, after this sword, you and I have nothing to do..."

Qiu Chuji's three corpses jumped violently, their eyes widened: "Even if you have nothing to do with it, you should be punished for stealing other people's property..."

As he spoke, he stabbed at Yang Kang with another sword. Poor Yang Kang learned the "colorful" palm technique, but the time was short, how could he be able to defeat the long-famous Qiu Chuji? However, his left wrist was hit, and there was a sudden numbness, and his five fingers were immediately weak, and he saw Qiu Chuji's sword rushing straight towards him.

The author has something to say:

I changed it, Qiu Chuji wanted to kill Yang Kang because first, Yang Kang was his apprentice, second, Yang Kang stole other people's property, third, Yang Kang made Qiu Chuji very dissatisfied with Wanyan Honglie, and Qiu Chuji had a hot personality, so If there is a disagreement, do it.

I haven’t filled in the hole for a long time. I feel that the characters in the two days’ codes can’t be connected with the previous ones. Hole, and then the palapala actually wrote more than 5 words. I plan to post it after writing [-] words. !

The reason why this little monk appeared is to adjust the atmosphere, because this text is relatively joyful, but these two days I feel like I am fighting in the code palace.

But I haven't watched The Legend of Zhen Huan either, because the little monk was written more smoothly before, so I pulled it out to find my feeling.

I bought a lottery ticket yesterday, and actually got three red balls and one blue ball, and won ten yuan. This is a sudden historical event. I am very happy. In addition, I went home early today. I originally wanted to add two chapters to celebrate. Next, it turned out that Φ(TДT)Φ didn’t have a news today that I bought a bracelet worth more than 30 yuan to try on, but the bracelet broke. ! ! ! ! !Rough stone! !

I obviously want to celebrate, why spend money to gamble on stones, I feel a little complicated now (ノへ——)