One of the hardest things in the world is to sell combs to monks.
Of course, the second most difficult thing is probably to make the monk grow his hair?
After all – hair grows so slowly.
"How can I let relief, no, Dragon Boat Festival, how can I make Dragon Boat Festival grow hair?" Xue Ling asked curiously.
No matter how powerful his martial arts is, there is no way he can make a monk grow black hair overnight.
"Can't you guess?" He Ping asked quietly.
Xue Ling shook her head: "I really can't guess."
No matter how powerful the secret recipe for hair growth is, it won't be as strong as this.
He Ping looked at Fang Bie, and then said: "If I heard correctly just now, did you promise Kong Wu that you would take good care of this Dragon Boat Festival friend?"
Why should we look at each other? Xue Ling couldn't guess it, but Xue Ling nodded honestly: "Yes, I promised."
And they are still brothers and sisters.
"That's easy to talk about." He Ping tilted her head and smiled: "Come, have a cup of tea."
Xue Ling was a little scared.
But she still stepped forward, picked up a cup of hot tea, drank it and drank it.
He Ping's tea making skills were also very good, which surprised Xue Ling.
"Give him half of your hair." He Ping said lightly while Xue Ling was drinking tea.
The teacup in Xue Ling's hand instantly fell out of her hands. Just when it was about to fall to the ground and fall apart, Fang Bu stretched out a foot to catch the teacup, then lifted it gently, and the teacup flew back to the table lightly.
The young man's voice was full of schadenfreude: "Look, I said it was very troublesome, wasn't it?"
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Turning relief into the Dragon Boat Festival is certainly not something that can be solved with a simple wig.
Even if the wig manufacturer has been assigned to Xue Ling.
Yes, the head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the hairstyle cannot be messed up.
Although Xue Ling is not the ultimate person with long hair, she has grown her hair for seventeen years but has never cut it.
After all, it was still a bunch of black hair. Xue Ling never dreamed that one day her hair would be given to a monk.
Yes, since I met Fang Bie, there have been so many things that I never thought of in my dreams.
"Hey, life is like a box of chocolates." Fang Bie sighed leisurely from the side:
"You never know what the next one will taste like."
"What is chocolate?" Xue Ling was actually feeling sad and angry, but what did she say?
I made an appointment with X, and I asked for it with tears in my eyes...
After all, it is Xue Ling's next task, and to be fair, compared to throwing out the Dragon Boat Festival with relief, no, throwing out the Dragon Boat Festival, then it is quite competitive to donate half of her hair to transform the Dragon Boat Festival into a normal teenager?
Xue Ling thought seriously.
After all, life has become so difficult that I can only accept him.
"Chocolate is a very delicious candy." Fang Bie said calmly: "If you have a chance, I will take you to eat some."
"Anyway." Fang Bie looked at He Ping: "Hair is not enough."
"What do you mean hair is not enough?" Xue Ling went crazy.
So what is enough? I have already made such a big sacrifice.
"Yes, just having hair is not enough." He Ping said: "We can't confirm what state the Dragon Boat Festival will be in when you wake up, but let's calculate it based on the worst state."
"He was poisoned, and was hit head-on with the full force of the black sky magic power. He was destined to die, but he got the relic and reshaped his body. However, as Kongwu said, his memory and consciousness were all destroyed. He was so badly hit that it's hard to say what state he would be in when he woke up."
"In short, we want him to try to believe that he is the Dragon Boat Festival."
"Anyway, it's like a Calabash Baby, right?" Fang Bie said thoughtfully.
"Calabash baby?" Xue Ling looked at Fang Bie.
"Yes, Calabash Baby, the Seven Calabash Brothers. There is a Seventh Child who is very powerful. He was taken away by the Scorpion Spirit and the Snake Spirit before he was born, and then soaked in black water so that he could recognize him as his father and mother and help beat his brothers. "Fang Bie explained seriously.
Xue Ling seemed to understand.
But it doesn't feel like a very good metaphor.
"In short, after he wakes up at Dragon Boat Festival, we have to reform him in all aspects." Fang Bie decisively ended the topic of the seven gourd babies, "For example, his dressing, eating habits, and even his speech including the martial arts he has practiced. Dharma door.”
Fang Bie patted Xue Ling's shoulder heavily: "Miss Snake Spirit, I will leave all these difficult tasks to you."
Xue Ling suddenly wondered why she wanted to bring relief back.
Isn't Kongwu afraid of being relieved and escaping into the devil's path?
So isn't Shiran now escaping to the devil's path?
And it seems that he is going to become this promoter.
Although Xue Ling understood the truth, he just couldn't let people know that he was here. If they knew, there would be trouble, so he had to pretend.
But is it too much to endure the humiliation?
"For example?" Xue Ling looked at Fang Bie with a pitiful tone.
"For example, there are eight precepts in Buddhism?" Fang Bie looked at Xue Ling and memorized it like Guan Kou: "The first is to kill, the second is to steal, the third is to be sexually immoral, the fourth is to lie, the fifth is to drink alcohol, the sixth is to wear incense, the seventh is to Avoid sitting or lying on a high and wide bed, and refrain from eating at odd times."
"Look, if you abstain from killing animals, all the chickens, ducks, and geese in our store will be killed by Duanwu every day. If you abstain from stealing, you can teach Duanwu to go out and steal two wallets when he has nothing to do. Abstain from sexual intercourse. Duanwu is still young, so you don't have to sacrifice yourself. Now, stop lying. Well, there is no biography of mortals cultivating immortals now anyway, and he can’t read it. Stop drinking. Try to train him to be an alcoholic. Stop using fragrance. Give him the most beautiful clothes in the store. Stop sitting. If the bed is high and wide, we will give him a big high bed and stop eating at odd times, so it will be fine if he does not eat on time every day."
"Anyway, the eight precepts of Buddhism are broken, so we will have a perfect Dragon Boat Festival." Fang Bie said such a long sentence in one breath, almost without breathing.
Xue Ling was amazed by how fluently he memorized it.
In addition, Fang Bing must be a devil, this must be a devil!
Why would Kong Wu think of entrusting relief to such a demon as Fang Bie?
"By the way, the Eight Precepts of Buddhism didn't say about eating meat, but we also feed the Dragon Boat Festival. After all, eating more meat will make you grow taller. Now that the Dragon Boat Festival is so small, it must have not kept up with nutrition." Fang Bie continued. said.
Xue Ling almost cried when she heard this.
"this……"
Why don't you be so cruel?
"Isn't it troublesome?" Fang Bie looked at Xue Ling and smiled.
Xue Ling nodded uglier than crying.
Fang Bie patted Xue Ling's shoulder: "No need for the above."
The boy smiled.
His expression finally became serious: "In short, our task is to make Dragon Boat Festival no longer look like a little monk, so that others will not associate him with relief."
"As long as this is done, it is considered a form of protection."
"This task is left to you."
Xue Ling's tears flowed down instantly, and she nodded while crying and laughing.
"Anyway, you carry the Dragon Boat Festival to the guest room first." Fang Bie said.
Xue Ling nodded, turned around and walked out the door.
"That's right." Fang Bie stopped her.
Xue Ling turned around.
"Then wait in the room."
"I'll cut your hair later."
The girl's tears were streaming down her face.
