During the Yang Domain battle with Fang Xie, all kinds of monsters and monsters appeared, and Jiang Wang had to deal with them carefully.
He immediately stopped practicing and followed Dugu Xiao to the front yard.
He himself has no good channels for the time being, so he has entrusted Chongxuan Shengdai to buy a pulse-opening pill to use in opening the pulse of Dugu Xiao as promised before, and it will be completed in the near future.
Jiang Wang didn't even bother with the layout of the courtyard, it was all managed by Dugu Xiao.
He didn't care much about these, but he did feel much more comfortable.
Visitors are waiting in the front yard.
This is a skinny old monk with a yellow face, wearing a coarse linen monk's robe and a pair of open-toed straw sandals. The exposed toes are clearly covered in black dirt.
When Jiang Wang looked at him, he also looked at Jiang Wang.
"Why are you here, Master?" Jiang Wang asked.
The yellow-faced old monk raised one palm and saluted: "This poor monk came here due to fate."
Jiang Wang didn't bother to challenge him or engage in any confrontation with him. He only said deliberately: "If it's alms, I can arrange a fast meal."
The yellow-faced old monk nodded: "That's it, I have a benefactor."
Jiang Wang:......
If it was just for alms, Dugu Xiaozi would have already arranged it.
The old monk must have some other purpose for waiting until this moment.
What's more, his popularity may be there or not, and his cultivation is unfathomable.
Jiang Wang didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so he tried his best to restrain his curiosity even when the enemy and ourselves were unknown. So he deliberately used alms to block him. Unexpectedly, the old monk actually used the slope to get off the donkey.
I really want to beg for alms!
After all, Jiang Wang is also the master of Qingyang Town, so he can still afford a fast meal.
Just staring at the stack of bowls getting higher and higher, Dugu Xiao's face didn't look so good.
She is used to living a hard life and knows how to be diligent and thrifty in running a household. It’s not like we haven’t seen monks begging for alms in the past. They usually only had a bowl of vegetarian rice and a few green vegetables. How could there be those who begged for alms and ate so much that they even ate more than 20 bowls of rice? I ate five dishes of vegetables!
But Jiang Wang didn't speak, so she had no choice but to endure it.
On the contrary, when he went to the kitchen, he quietly told him to sprinkle more salt, so that the monk who was reincarnated as a starving ghost would be full of salt and not eat more.
The yellow-faced old monk was very pious when he was eating, and he didn't speak a word. He stared at the food intently, chewing each bite slowly. Look at it carefully, but eat it slowly.
The dishes were gradually stacked high, and the cook was so tired that he changed them.
Jiang Wang couldn't possibly let such a strong man of unknown origin act as he pleased, so he kept his patience and stayed by his side.
It is inconvenient to explore the fog of ignorance, but it is no problem to just sit like this and cultivate Daoyuan.
When the number of empty bowls increased to forty and the number of empty plates reached nine, the yellow-faced old monk stopped his chopsticks, touched his belly, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Master, have you used it yet?" Jiang Wang asked.
"You can't use all your power, and you can't enjoy all your blessings." The old monk said solemnly: "Only half full, you must practice moderation."
"……Been taught a lesson."
The yellow-faced old monk glanced at him with a cowardly expression on his face.
Dugu Xiao couldn't stand it, so he helped the servants remove the dishes and hid outside.
"Amitabha." The yellow-faced old monk saluted with one palm. Only then did he remember to introduce himself: "Old monk is suffering from pain, and the donor must also be like thunder."
As far as Li is concerned, this monk is so old that he should not be treated lightly unless it is too excessive.
Although Jiang Wang had never heard of Master Kujue at all, he also cooperated and said: "Master's reputation is spread far and wide, and I must have heard about it. I didn't know that Master is coming this time..."
"It's all fate!"
The yellow-faced old monk’s dry and wrinkled face seemed to relax: “Old monk and you are destined!”
Before Jiang Wang could speak, the old monk Kujue said again: "Everyone knows that the old monk is a reasonable person."
He looked at Jiang Wang up and down, and the more he looked at his eyes, the happier he became: "How can this old monk accept your favor of a meal for free?"
Jiang Wang said "You're welcome" before he said it.
The yellow-faced old monk has already said: "I will pass on your mantle!"
"You just pack your things and follow me to the temple. I will teach you everything I have learned in my life. In less than thirty years, I will be like the old monk and be respected by the world! That's all, I have been a family member for generations, and there is nothing good about it. Pack it up and leave now..."
He said that he had come to pull Jiang Wang.
"Wait...wait!"
Jiang Wang jumped far away in one step.
Are you crazy?
After all, I am an eighteen-year-old Tenglong realm master, and I have been granted the title of Qingyang Town Man by Qiting. You have to have talent, you have to have strength, you have to have potential, and your power is also developing.
Why do you so blindly ask me to leave all this behind and become a monk with you?
If it weren't for the fact that the old monk had some cultivation skills and didn't act like a pure fool, Jiang Wang would have walked away long ago.
My mind was in a mess, but I still maintained a basic politeness on my face: "Master, maybe there is some misunderstanding? I have no intention of becoming a monk!"
The old monk Ku Jue looked a little dissatisfied: "If you don't have any plans now, how could you know that you won't have any plans in the future?"
"..."
I don't know, you know?
Jiang Wang said as calmly as possible: "Not now, and probably not in the future."
"You can only represent who you are now, not who you will be in the future." Old monk Jueku said and walked over: "Don't waste time, hurry up and become a disciple!"
Jiang Wang cautiously withdrew again, feeling a little dissatisfied: "Master, please respect yourself and don't mess around."
"You kid, why don't you listen to my advice?" Jue Ku frowned: "This old monk has been here before, how could he lie to you? Before he entered Buddhism, he was wearing bright clothes and angry horses. He thought he was glorious, but his glory was just in vain. Everything in the world is ups and downs. After taking refuge in my Buddha, I finally gained supreme peace!"
Jiang Wang couldn't help but look at his linen monk's robe, and then at his straw sandals with exposed toes.
Although he doesn't pay attention to enjoyment as much as Zhao Rucheng, he doesn't live in such a perfunctory way.
If this is "tranquility"... it's really unnecessary.
Noticing Jiang Wang's gaze, he frowned even deeper: "Can't you see through the worldly wealth and passing clouds?"
Jiang Wang said in a dull voice: "I don't have wisdom."
"..."
Finally it was the old monk Jueku's turn to remain silent.
The yellow-faced old monk was silent for a while, then reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth: "It doesn't matter, I'm accustomed to turning stone into gold."
This person is as thick-skinned as Kun Pi Gu, and they don’t agree at all. He actually calls himself a “teacher.”
"You don't need to point me down, I'm real gold!"
The word master did not leave him with a good memory. So far, he has only truly acknowledged Dong-ah. From the initial wariness, to the later trust, to the final deception...
Jiang Wang was aroused and felt proud. He didn't want to accompany him anymore, so he turned around and walked out.
But somehow, after taking a few steps, my eyes fixed and I found that I was back to where I was!
What method is this?
He actually made himself unaware of it!
Jiang Wang pressed his sword and folded his body: "Master, what do you mean?"
"Good disciple, don't fight or fight with the master, no matter how big or small you are."
Kujue said, stretching his hand forward.
The foot has not moved, but the Sauvignon Blanc is already in its hands. Jiang Wang didn't react at all, and he was already empty-handed!
He who wields the sword loses his sword, and he who makes a decisive decision loses his life!
"The sword is good! But it's too fierce!" Kujue held the sword in front of him and stretched out his hand to brush it slightly: "I have gained a good disciple today. I am a master who has nothing to offer, so I will help you suppress it!"
A ray of Buddha's light flashed over Sauvignon Blanc. As soon as the pain was gone, Jiang Wang didn't notice the process, and his sword returned to his hand.
He lives with this sword day and night and becomes one mind.
I didn’t see any changes in the Sauvignon Blanc, but I definitely felt there was something different.
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