MTL - Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading-Chapter 12 monk and boy
"But... what is this?"
Chen Luo stretched out a finger, his mind moved slightly, and saw a wisp of mist-like, colorful gas escaping from Chen Luo's fingertips, wrapping around Chen Luo's fingers like a smoke snake.
When he wrote nearly 50,000 words, Chen Luo found that a colorful mist the size of soybeans appeared in his body. No matter how he felt, he realized that every time he finished writing a word of "Swordsman", there would be a trace of insignificant Mist is produced in the body.
Now that almost one third of the book has been completed, the mist the size of a soybean has also condensed into the size of a finger.
"This is Qi?" Chen Luo was a little puzzled. As far as he knew, "Qi" is the foundation of this world's practice, and it needs to be obtained by reciting scriptures. Therefore, there are only three Qi in the world.
The air of cyan is the noble and righteous air of the Confucian sect.
Purple Qi is the innate source Qi of Taoism.
The golden air is the true meaning of reincarnation in Buddhism.
In addition to these three kinds of qi, there is also the term "half-dao qi", which refers to the luck of the dynasty, and the color is distinguished by the five virtues of the dynasty. For example, the Daxuan Dynasty belongs to the Jinde, and the corresponding color is white.
In addition to this, there is no other "qi" in the world.
"Master, Master..." Xiaohuan suddenly rushed into the study, so frightened that the colorful mist in Chen Luo's hand quickly got into his body.
"What's wrong?"
"Outside... There's someone outside who died at the door of our house." Xiaohuan pointed to the direction of the door with one hand and pressed his chest with the other, panting heavily.
"Go and see..." Chen Luo got up and walked out. When Chen Xuan and Chen Ping left in the morning, they took all the people in the mansion out of the city, and the servants didn't have time to call back, so at this time, there were only Chen Luo and Xiaohuan in the mansion. This kind of thing can only be handled by him.
"Miss's fat powder has run out. I want to buy some new ones. As soon as I opened the door, I saw him lying at the door of our house, scaring me to death." When he came to the door, Xiaohuan pointed to a stone lion in front of the door. , Chen Luo really saw a man leaning on the stone lion, his head drooping, and he looked like he was out of breath. There are naturally many people watching the lively around.
Chen Luo slowly approached the other party, Xiaohuan grabbed Chen Luo's sleeve from behind, and whispered, "Master, let's report to the official. You are just sober, what if his ghost hits you again?"
Chen Luo's heart warmed, this little maid looked carefree, but she didn't expect that she was still concerned about herself, and as expected, she followed the master and was about to give Xiaohuan a bright smile to express her gratitude when she heard Xiaohuan say: "You It doesn't matter if I get bumped, but I'm the only one in the house, I'm afraid..."
Sure enough, it was the little ring that I knew!
Chen Luo ignored Xiaohuan and walked over to the man. To be honest, with Zhong Kui protecting him, he really wasn't afraid of any kid.
Chen Luo looked at the other person carefully, his face was dirty, he looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old, about the same age as himself, a boy, holding a broken sword in his hand, his ragged shirt showing his body covered with scars.
"O miserable man..."
Chen Luo stretched out his hand to probe the other person's breath, and sure enough, he couldn't feel his breathing anymore. He touched the other side's pulse again, but he couldn't feel the pulse.
"It's dead..." Chen Luo sighed, stood up, and was about to greet Xiaohuan to hire passers-by to report to the official, when he suddenly heard a strange sound from the corpse on the ground—
"Gu..."
Chen Luo was stunned for a moment, squatted down quickly, and said softly, "High-end ingredients often only require the most simple cooking methods."
"The skin of the soup dumplings is thin and even translucent. Open your mouth and take a bite. The delicious juice inside flows into your mouth, and you bite into the meat **** soaked in juice. It's not fat or greasy, and your mouth is smooth..."
"Gu..."
"Liangshan pork is roasted with the skin on. The tender and thick skin is the essence of the pork. The best heat is when it is roasted to a golden color. The large pieces of lean pork are served with dipping sauces made of peppers, soybeans and sesame seeds. Not to mention the fragrance..."
"His..." Xiaohuan who was standing beside her took a saliva. Although she didn't know what the young master said about soup dumplings and Liangshan pork, these words matched the strange tone of the young master. Consciously saliva flowed out.
Almost at the same time, the "dead" corpse suddenly raised his hand, grabbed Chen Luo's sleeve, and said weakly, "Two more paragraphs..."
"Xiaohuan, go get a bowl of porridge!" Chen Luo instructed, Xiaohuan was stunned for a moment, and ran into Chen's mansion. cold!"
"It's okay!" Chen Luo took the small bowl and handed it to the other person's mouth, "Can you hear me? I'll feed you some porridge, and you can swallow it slowly..."
After speaking, Chen Luo was about to feed the porridge into the ragged boy's mouth when a golden light suddenly flashed in the boy's mouth, blocking the white porridge from the boy's mouth.
"Namo Amitabha..." A Buddha's horn sounded behind Chen Luo, "Don't worry about the little benefactor, he can't eat any food!"
Chen Luo frowned slightly, followed the voice, and saw a fair-faced monk in a cassock standing not far away, saluting him.
"Buddhist disciple!" Chen Luo's heart moved, this was the first time he had seen Buddhism in this world, and it seemed to be somewhat similar to the Buddhism in the world he was familiar with.
"Master, why is this?" Chen Luo asked sincerely.
The monk's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "The poor monk gave him a 'shut up' mantra, and within ten days, he will not be allowed to drop any water into a grain of rice."
Xiaohuan frowned and stood up: "You monk, are you killing people? If a normal person doesn't eat or drink for ten days, wouldn't he die, so he wouldn't be afraid of the government arresting you!"
The monk smiled slightly, took out a piece of paper from his bosom, and said: "This donor borrowed three hundred taels of silver from the poor monk, and has a bet with the poor monk. He will not eat a grain of rice or drink a drop of water for ten days. If If you do, the debt will be written off, if you can't do it, you have to recognize the poor monk as a teacher, and return to the Western Buddhist realm with the poor monk to be a little novice."
"If he can't endure it, but he refuses to admit defeat to the poor monk, and eventually starves to death, he will even pay with his own life, and he will not owe me anything."
"Now, the loan deadline is two days away."
Just as Chen Luo was about to speak, Xiaohuan scolded: "You monk, don't lie! This little brother's clothes are in tatters, and he doesn't even have a good sword. You said he asked you for three hundred taels, and that silver Woolen cloth?"
Hearing Xiaohuan's words, the people watching the lively around also started talking and pointing at the monk. The monk did not panic, but said slowly: "There is a pair of brothers in Qiansong County. The older brother raises horses for a large family. The younger brother got on the horse to play, but the horses were frightened and the younger brother fell off the horse. In order to save the younger brother, the older brother shot three arrows in a row, Killed a good horse. The big family asked for three hundred taels of compensation, otherwise they would be taken to the officials. My brother felt guilty and put up a sign on the roadside to sell himself, but he put a price of three hundred taels."
"Three hundred taels, a child like him can buy twenty of them, and naturally no one will buy him." The monk said plainly, without any emotion, "Someone who opened a casino told him that people would sell them separately. It's worth more than selling it whole."
"Chop a finger, 10 taels; stab yourself with a knife~www.novelbuddy.com~ 20 taels; 30 taels for one ear, 80 taels for one eye..."
"When the little benefactor broke into the underground casino, the younger brother had lost a pair of ears and one eye, and it was pitiful... The person who opened the bet was beaten to death by the little benefactor. The younger brother grabbed the little benefactor and said The other party hasn't given him the money yet!"
"The little donor borrowed three hundred taels of silver from the poor monk, and gave it to the other party along with his valuables and clothes."
"The little benefactor is so kind-hearted, and it really has a relationship with my Buddhist family..."
"It's because of your sister!" Chen Luo scolded, "I'll pay back the three hundred taels for him, quickly unlock the spell!"
The monk shook his head slightly: "No, no, poor monks don't want money, they just want disciples!"
Chen Luo's face showed anger, "One thousand taels!"
The monk still shook his head: "Money and I are like dung. As long as he survives ten days, the poor monk will not be in trouble."
"He's going to die soon!"
"The poor monk knows, but he made a bet with the poor monk first. If he wins, the three hundred and two will be written off. If he loses, he will either be my disciple or pay off with his life!"
Said, the monk looked at the young man: "Donor, now you just nod your head, and the poor monk will unlock the spell immediately."
The boy who was awakened by Chen Luo didn't have the strength to turn his head, but his mouth opened slightly——
Bah!
……
Chen Luo suddenly stopped being angry, looked at the monk coldly, and called out, "Xiaohuan!"
Xiaohuan hurried to Chen Luo's side, Chen Luo whispered a few words at Xiaohuan, Xiaohuan froze for a moment, glanced at Chen Luo doubtfully, but still turned and ran away.
Chen Luo ignored the monk, walked back to the ragged boy again, and patted the other person's shoulder lightly: "Hold on for a while, I can help you..."
