The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1030
Yan Tao frowned slightly, but she forgot about it.

"Tell me, what can you do?"

Wuchen pondered for a moment, then met the boy's expectant eyes, "I thought about it, maybe I searched for it..."

Yan Tao pricked up his ears.

"It's also unlikely to find any meat."

Wu Chen answered seriously.

Yantao...

"But I have a way to solve this problem."

Yan Tao: "Huh?"

“Order takeaway!”

Wuchen: "Prince Mountain has a cable for tourists to go up and down the mountain. If you add money, you can have the food delivered directly."

Xiaoqi: What kind of show operation is this...

"Then order takeout."

Therefore, when the delivery boy received the order, he almost collapsed.

How can there be everyone in this world, you have already run to the top of the mountain, why do you still order takeaway, dammit!

The takeaway boy hesitated between the generous tip and the top of the mountain.

Sure enough, I chose to deliver food.

Just kidding, pay him a week's labor fee.

The takeaway guy has a little thought: I really want to see who the takeaway is at the top of the mountain!

He followed the address all the way to find it, and found out to his dismay that it turned out to be a long-renowned Taoist temple in the imperial capital.

Although everyone uses their mobile phones to pay online these days, Tao’s point of view is to take out food.

Tm is still somewhat disillusioned!

The takeaway boy shook his head, and made a phone call professionally, telling the other party that he had arrived at the door.

Not long after, the door was pushed open with a "squeak".

The little brother raised his head and showed his trademark smile, "Hello, this is what you ordered—"

I saw a young and handsome monk coming out of the door, with a personable demeanor and a dusty temperament.

He wore a simple plain monk robe, bowed his head and smiled gently at his younger brother, "Thank you benefactor for making this trip."

The takeaway boy felt a little dizzy.

wait wait wait.

He took a step back, looked up at the Qingyang Temple plaque hanging on the top of the red lacquered wooden door, and made sure that he had gone the right way.

Why, are monks able to shave and practice in Taoist temples these days?

Wu Chen took the things in the hands of the delivery guy, nodded slightly and smiled again.

The delivery guy said reflexively, "Can you please give me a five-star review?"

"can."

Close the door cleanly.

The takeaway boy stood at the door, feeling that his three views had been subverted.

He turned silently and left.

Wu Chen carried the things with one hand to the small kitchen, sneaked a look to see if there was anyone behind her, and said in a low voice, "You can keep your voice down, don't be found out."

This is Taoism anyway.

Yan Tao crossed his arms, leaned lazily against the door, glanced at the guilty monk, and chuckled, "Aren't you a monk too?"

"I am a Mahayana Buddha, not like a Hinayana Buddha, and there are many fasting rules."

"Practice is in the heart, why stick to external objects."

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "How did I hear that your brother doesn't eat meat?"

Wu Chen gave a low cough, and immediately changed the subject, "I paid for the vegetables."

Yan Tao: "So?"

Wu Chen smiled and said, "I have a share of the meal."

"Then go and wash the dishes."

Yan Tao rolled up his sleeves and fired.

"Brother Wuchen, brother Wuchen!"

Qingling floated in like a gust of wind, and the Taoist priest's bun on top of his head was messed up, wobbly in the center, but it was crooked.

The little face is flushed, very cute.

(End of this chapter)