Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

Chapter 12 Are you serious in Buddhism?

In front of the two dollar store.

Yan Qirui felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Tang Sanzan.

That look seemed to say again: Are you kidding me? !

then.

Yan Qirui walked into the shop with no one around, and silently picked up the gong hidden in the corner.

Then he picked up a low-quality rolling pin worth two yuan.

"Clang~clang~clang!!!"

The loud voice instantly resounded in the quiet alleyway.

Followed by.

"Little bastard, your bastard son has no ass hole, come again?!"

"Ganlin Noodles! The cousin of the third aunt's niece of the second aunt Ganlin's family!..."

"When I finish sharpening my knife, I'll go downstairs and turn all of you into little sisters!"

"Knock your horse! How come you have neighbors like you bastard sons and bastards, can you accumulate some virtue?"

"..."

The beautiful traditional aesthetics emerge one after another among the laneway neighbors.

Hearing that Tang Sanzan was stunned for a while.

Good guy, really good guy!

It seems that between words, this is not the first time.

These Aunt Wang, Aunt Li, etc. obviously have a lot of resentment towards the neighbors of the Yinye Group!

Just a few minutes.

The household registration books and genealogy of these guys from the Yinye group were wiped out.

On the other hand, Yan Qirui looked like he was going through a storm, with a blank expression on his face.

soon.

After Yan Qirui made such a fuss, a wooden door blocked by a lot of miscellaneous things in the inner room of the two-yuan store was pushed open.

A scruffy little old man with bottles and cans hanging in his clothes and messy hair came out.

Yawning, looking at Yan Qirui sleepily, he said with disgust, "It's you again, can you respect the old and love the young? Our Yinye team is very busy every day! We can't let us Have a good rest?"

"Hehe..." Yan Qirui sneered, "Please act more realistically, the smell of hot pot is coming out of the room."

Old man: "..."

"Ahaha... Then what, let's eat together?" The old man said with a smile instead of the embarrassment after being punctured.

"No time!"

"also."

Two completely different voices echoed in the old man's ears.

Yan Qirui and Tang Sanzan stared with small eyes.

Yan Qirui's eyes look like this: 【?_??】

Tang Sanzan's eyes look like this: (???)

There were one or two, slightly abrupt "cuckoo" sounds in the middle.

"Ahem, I have to eat something! Look, my stomach is growling from hunger, haha, haha..."

Faced with Tang Sanzan's sharper eyes and the faint Buddha's light.

Yan Qirui felt that his stomach should be hungry by then.

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back room.

The aroma of hot pot and faint smoke permeated the small space.

The old man looked blankly across from him.

Tang Sanzan took the bowl and chopsticks, and skillfully added the dipping ingredients that had been prepared earlier.

A spoonful of garlic and a spoonful of balsamic vinegar.

A spoonful of garlic and a spoonful of parsley.

A spoonful of garlic and a spoonful of sesame seeds.

......

Looking at the piles of minced garlic and all kinds of accessories in the dipping dish.

The old man couldn't help but the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes became more and more strange.

He glanced vaguely at Yan Qirui who was at the side.

But he also had a wry smile on his face, obviously he didn't know what happened to Little Master Sanzang.

Such an "easy-going" promise to eat hot pot is fine.

This level of dipping is even more professional than yourself?

What about the rules and regulations?

You monk, are you really a serious monk?

It seemed that he could feel the strange eyes of the old man and Yan Qirui.

Tang Sanzun glared at them, "Eat! Why are you looking at Buddha? This top-quality streaky beef roll, fresh loin slices, fresh hairy belly, isn't it delicious?"

talking.

The chopsticks picked up a piece of hairy belly and stretched it into the bubbling and fragrant red oil soup pot.

Up and down.

Then drop into the dipping dish and dip it.

fell into the mouth.

"Authentic!"

Tang Sanzan gave a thumbs up, affirming it, and the way he looked at the old man changed, showing a little admiration.

Let's not mention it in this life.

In his previous life, Tang Sanzan didn't have any other hobbies, he just loved eating and drinking... that's right, he loved eating and drinking!

So for an existence like the old man who can cook delicious food, the favorability will naturally rise in a straight line!

After likes.

Tang Sanzan was also not polite at all, all kinds of delicious ingredients were poured into the hot pot soup.

He doesn't care much about eating hot pot, it's all done in one pot!

After waiting three to five minutes.

The chopsticks in Tang Sanzan's hand instantly turned into an afterimage, precise and elegant.

The delicacy on the chopsticks is wrapped in the dipping dish.

When you eat it in your mouth, the spicy and delicious taste explodes in your mouth instantly.

One word - cool!

Half an hour later.

"Hi~~"

With a satisfied smile on Tang Sanzan's face, he clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, thank you for your hospitality."

Yan Qirui: ...

Old man: ...

Looking at the empty dishes on the table, and only a few vegetable leaves floating in the hot pot.

The two are numb.

Especially the old man, who almost cried out loud!

What the hell, the old man managed to find some time to make some supper.

I plan to spend this long night eating hot pot and singing songs.

to this end.

I specially prepared three catties of high-quality fat beef, one catty of hairy belly, two catties of mutton rolls and fresh loin slices...

But now.

No more, no more!

There was nothing left, and it all went into the belly of the handsome monk in front of him.

I regret it, I regret it very much!

Why do I owe myself, why do I ask "Let's eat some".

It's all right now, half a month's income from the two-dollar store is gone, and there is only soup left in the hot pot.

inside the house.

The atmosphere is a little quieter.

Tang Sanzan couldn't bear to break the quiet atmosphere.

Bored, he picked up his chopsticks silently, picked up the last few leaves of green vegetables in the hot pot and ate them.

Old man: (ノ? Benefit?)ノ彡┻━┻

Not a man!

Even the last, the last few leaves are so special!

The old man looked at Yan Qirui with faint eyes.

"Ahem..." Yan Qirui coughed awkwardly, "It's business, it's business! Master Sanzang is here to report his identity. Old man Fang, you are responsible for arranging it. I still have a night watch mission, so I can't Delay, goodbye!"

The voice fell.

Yan Qirui decisively flashes away.

The situation is not good, it is better to slip away first!

After a long while, old man Fang seemed to have just come back to his senses, and said faintly: "Little master came from Buddhism?"

"Well, probably."

"Is it?"

"Buddha, cough cough, the poor monk followed his master to cultivate in the deep mountains and old forests since he was a child, and has nothing to do with the secular Buddhism."

"So that's the case. Excuse me, old man, can I ask a digression?"

"Say."

"The Buddhist door you entered, is it serious?"

"..."

Chapter 13 The Door Knocker: Housekeeping Service, Do You Need It?

The back room of the two-dollar store.

Old man Fang looked in front of him.

Tang Sanbu is dressed in a simple and plain novice robe, handsome and handsome, with jade-like skin.