I became kun

Chapter 99 Shoes

There are many jokes circulating on the Internet.

For example, let you hold a cup of boiling water, and then the old monk sinisterly takes out an extra-large lighter, lights it under it, and then asks you in a dignified manner: "Have you enlightened?"

Then, that you will definitely let go, and say with a sincere and respectful face: "I have realized."

"The master means that if you are in pain, you must learn to let go?!"

Then the master will sneer disdainfully: "I mean, I'll pour you a glass of boiling water, and you can just take it with your fucking hand, and I've already pulled out the lighter, and you're still frowning and thinking."

"What the hell, you just can't use your pure brain!"

In the end, the master was beaten to death, and the person who killed the master was also imprisoned.

……

I don't know when, the master has become a meme, used by many people to create jokes.

But Li Song is very clear, jokes, after all, are just jokes.

In reality, most of the masters in the temples, although they are not considered as high-spirited people, are at least kind-hearted old men.

Especially the abbots of places like Buddhist temples or gymnasiums have their own way of looking at things.

In terms of solving some problems, it is indeed possible to give relatively good suggestions. The so-called authorities are confused by the bystanders.

When some of you can't get your attention, find someone with rich experience to explain it, maybe the problem will be solved.

Li Song, with this thought in mind, headed towards the temple.

In the early morning, the wildflowers and weeds on the road still carry morning dew.

Walking with the dog, Xiaobai, the white dog, sniffed his nose non-stop.

Li Song approached the ancient temple with a relaxed expression.

Soon, delicate and huge flowers appeared in the sight ahead.

Li Song grinned, remembering a ballad, and simply hummed: "Look at the blossoms, the chrysanthemums are bursting all over the mountain...they bloom in the season when we love each other!"

The chrysanthemum here is indeed amazing.

At least, Li Song has never seen this kind of chrysanthemum that is more than half a meter high.

Feeling.

Li Song was singing everywhere, but at this time, the ancient temple, the thatched hut at the end of the square hall, was quite different.

The thatched cottage was already filled with a stench.

After witnessing the old monk turning into a monster, draining and devouring people's blood, the captured people could no longer control themselves.

Under the flow of snot, the environment in the thatched cottage was extremely harsh.

The old monk was holding a copper basin at the moment, and was raising his head, letting a vine protrude from his cheek, spitting scarlet blood into the copper basin.

The cheeks have naturally completely turned into the appearance of chrysanthemums.

It's just that this kind of flower, which was originally considered delicate and beautiful, can only make people's heart palpitate at the moment.

Originally, these people had blank eyes and could not see the slightest anger, but when the gentle singing came, these people finally struggled.

No one is willing to die like this.

Even when they learned that someone was approaching outside, they still had a strong desire to survive.

It's a pity that their mouths have already been tightly stuffed, and they can't speak. The sound from their twisting bodies is still far from being transmitted to Li Song's ears on the outside.

However, the sound of this song forced the old monk to stop his movements.

He heard that the singing voice was getting closer and closer.

Sure enough, just a few seconds later, there was a bang bang sound.

Li Song hummed a song, strode to the gate of the ancient temple, and patted on the decayed iron gate.

"anyone there?"

"Master Yunye?!"

As a child who grew up in Yuntai Village, Li Song knew the owner of the ancient temple well. He used to come here to play when he was young.

Under the successive calls, the old monk had no choice but to stop his movements.

However, it is clear that this is not a particularly good time.

The old monk's body still had the extracted blood, and his belly was as big as a drum, so he was not suitable for fighting.

Soon, the old monk had a decision in his mind.

At present, the amount of nutrients obtained is still large enough, and there is no need to continue collecting.

The old monk planned to send away the guy who was sent to the door first, and water his own child first.

Otherwise, with his current appearance, his stomach is full of inventory, and it is not suitable for him to continue hunting.

Having made up his mind, the old monk walked out of the hut slowly.

When he walked out of the hut, his head, which had completely turned into a monster, had returned to its original appearance.

However, the chrysanthemum tattoo-like glyph on his face cannot be concealed.

However, it is not shocking to say that it is just a tattoo.

But even so, the old monk directly took a big hat commonly used by fishermen, lowered the brim of the hat and put it on his head.

When he came to the front hall, the old monk opened the door a little and said in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Li Song didn't notice the abnormality, and said with a smile: "Good morning, Master Yunye!"

The old monk lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and finally said: "Morning."

"However, the temple is temporarily closed recently, please go back."

After speaking, the iron door closed again with a bang.

Outside the door, Li Song was a little puzzled.

Master Yunye's attitude seemed a bit too strange to him.

I grew up in Yuntai Village, and when I was young, Master Yunye also liked children like them.

And relatively speaking, as a villager, every Chinese New Year and festival, they would send some food such as vegetarian dumplings to the temple, and even invited several monks from the ancient temple to the village to have a meal.

The relationship between the two parties was originally extremely harmonious.

But before, the voice of the other party was low and cold.

His behavior is also not like that of the former Master Yunye.

Li Song was a little suspicious, he sniffed his nose carefully, and a faint smell of blood finally made his expression sink.

Without any hesitation, spiritual power blessed the eyes.

But soon, Li Song's expression froze again.

No dark ghostly aura, no ghosts?
"Could it be that these monks caught some wild rabbits and pheasants and wanted to eat meat? Are we afraid we will find out?"

In Li Song's mind, this kind of thought appeared for no reason, but his body returned to the original road.

If people don't let him in, he can't force his way in.

After all, no matter how you say it, Master Yunye is extremely worthy of respect in the hearts of many villagers.

He is still a junior, so he can't collide, so he can only speculate in his heart whether the other party is doing something like a wine and meat monk.

However, at this moment, when he was a little distracted, Xiao Bai broke free from the dog leash he was holding in his hand.

While Li Song was in a slight trance, Xiao Bai Sa Yazi ran to the corner of the wall, picked up a canvas shoe, and rushed back to Li Song, wagging his tail again and again.

PS: If you like to say that I am water, let me be water.

It makes sense to spend so much time writing about Yunye.

Anyway, I don't care if you spray.

I don't see it lightly, and I am afraid of being sprayed when I write novels, and I still write Hammer novels.

It is enough for me to have someone to support me.

Trolls are free, you have the right to tweet, I also have the right to delete, there is nothing comparable.

I don't ask you to accumulate some morals or anything, it's meaningless, let's vent, let's vent as much as you want!
(End of this chapter)