Blind for three years, all my students have become saints

Chapter 254 What's the use of morality, benevolence, righteousness and etiquette?
"Brother Puyin, don't be so sensitive, I didn't mean you are a pig..."

The figure on the rocking chair sat up while talking, and then moved the book away, showing an approachable smile.

His forehead was wrinkled, and his temples were streaked with silver.

When he smiled, he showed his white teeth.

It makes people feel a little good out of thin air.

But at this moment, Zen Master Puyin obviously didn't have a good impression of this old neighbor, and said directly, "Benefactor Xia already has a family, so you need to be cautious in everything you say and do."

"You have to pay attention to your image, don't affect my good daughter..."

Lao Xia nodded in agreement, but quickly shook his head again, with a bit of anger in his tone.

"But Brother Puyin, it's useless for you to only persuade me to be cautious.

You should tell that apprentice of yours not to take my daughter out to play all day.

She was originally a good lady of everyone, but she was turned into a wild girl by that brat.

Brother Puyin, let me tell the truth.

If it wasn't for your face all these years, I would have hanged that brat up and beat him long ago! "

Zen Master Puyin nodded subconsciously, "This is indeed my apprentice, what he did...wrong!"

Soon, Zen Master Puyin came to his senses, frowned again, and retorted, "Lord Xia, you are wrong.

All I see on weekdays are your daughters who come to play with my apprentice, how can it be said that it is Qi's fault? "

At this time, Lao Xia had already walked up to Zen Master Puyin holding the ancient book, and he put his arms around his shoulders, and said with a smile, "Why are the matters of the two children so clearly separated?

I don't mean anything else, I just want to persuade you to return to vulgarity in the future, but don't have a daughter.

Because once a daughter is born..."

Lao Xia looked up at the backyard next door, his eyes seemed to penetrate the wall, and when he saw the two figures chasing and fighting in the yard, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "Half my heart is all tied to her." .”

Zen Master Puyin asked subconsciously, "Is there still half of it?"

But this time, before Lao Xia could open his mouth, he came to his senses, quickly said "sin", and walked away quickly, as if trying to cover up the embarrassment just now.

Lao Xia didn't care, and said casually, "Brother Pu Yin, although your apprentice has surpassed you in Zen.

But I think men still have to focus on self-cultivation, and being tired of being with girls all day long, what's the matter? "

Zen Master Puyin continued to walk forward without turning his head and saying a word.

"Benefactor Xia may not be better than that apprentice of mine."

After hearing this, Lao Xia immediately became angry, turned his head to look at the back of Zen Master Puyin, and shouted loudly, "What are you talking about? What are you talking about? I seem to be afraid of women..."

Chan Master Puyin seemed not to have heard this, and walked on his own way.

There was just a slight smile on his old face.

And just when he was about to reach the end of the corridor, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and asked, "You really decided to do that?"

Lao Xia has already picked up the ancient book again, while looking at it, he waved his hand impatiently and said, "Of course, what the man said, every spittle nailed it.

Besides, I have my own rules in my heart, so I don't need to bless my body from the outside.

So I am not a real scholar, what's the use of morality, benevolence, righteousness and propriety?

Alright, hurry up and find a suitable person to continue my path so that I can comprehend other paths. "

Zen Master Puyin was silent for a while, then nodded and said "good", then turned a corner and disappeared into the corridor.

While reading the ancient book "Plain Book", Lao Xia walked to the rocking chair, ready to lie down again.

As a result, just as he sat down, he received a slap on the head unexpectedly.

Followed by a soft drinking sound in the ear.

"Are you reading this book again?
Haven't you already realized a path of practice?

Continue to read, can you still see that the second way is not working? ! "

Lao Xia covered his beaten head, turned to look at his daughter-in-law, and immediately smiled and said, "Of course not, I'm just pretending."

A middle-aged woman with a pretty face and a slightly fat body, wearing an apron, was holding a bowl of soup with her right hand, and handing it to Lao Xia, "Drink it."

Looking at the bowl of soup, Lao Xia remembered the fear of being dominated before, swallowed suddenly, and said with a bitter face, "Wife, what version of plum soup is this? I..."

"Ok?"

"I drink! Drink now!"

Lao Xia took the bowl of plum soup without saying a word, then shook the porcelain bowl, looked at the plum soup inside, and heard the sound of several pieces of broken ice hitting the wall, he couldn't help raising his head to look at his daughter-in-law, showing a bit of a smile.

"Wife, looking at this bowl of soup reminds me of that sentence, love is moving in the world, but..."

Snapped!
Before Lao Xia finished speaking, he received another slap on the forehead as expected.

The middle-aged woman shouted angrily, "Stop talking nonsense, drink it quickly, give me a review after drinking, and I will continue to improve."

"Okay, wife."

Lao Xia had no choice but to put down the ancient book, pinched his nose, raised his head and drank it in one breath.

After drinking, his entire face was about to turn a liver color.

Obviously, the taste of this bowl of plum soup is surprisingly right.

When the middle-aged woman saw that Lao Xia had finished drinking, her eyes lit up and she looked at him expectantly.

"Tell me, how does my improved plum soup taste?"

Lao Xia almost didn't catch his breath, and after taking a few deep breaths, he suppressed the rolling nausea in his stomach.

Then he opened his eyes wide, remembering something that was almost forgotten, and said in shock, "No, didn't you say last time that it is already the final version? Why do you want me to taste it this time?"

"What do you know?"

The middle-aged woman immediately murmured, "The last version is indeed the best, but for the daughter to drink, you have to choose the best, so husband, you just have to work harder."

How many...how many times? !

Lao Xia showed a bit of panic this time, but then he thought that the plum soup made by his wife was for his daughter in the end, so he sighed helplessly, "You just don't treat me as a human being."

The middle-aged woman, Yuan Fen, immediately narrowed her eyes and looked at Lao Xia with a smile, then raised her hand and touched Lao Xia's head, comforting, "You can't say that.

At least I give you the first bowl of soup I make every time.

Lao Xia, you must know how to be content. "

"Yes, yes, my wife, you are right in everything you say."

"That's right, all right, I know from your reaction just now that this version is still not good enough, I will continue to go back and improve."

Yuan Fen got up and took a few steps, then stopped suddenly, turned to look at Lao Xia, "By the way, do you want to come into the kitchen and learn to cook with me?
What if I leave one day and you don't know how to cook? "

(End of this chapter)