Chapter 386 The poor monk is here for revenge, please respect my professionalism
No matter what Fang Feng was thinking, Dao Yan had finally left here.
He felt somewhat sad in his heart.
After all, this was the last person he recognized in the early Ming Dynasty.
It was rare for the Bingyi over there to have subordinates who could barely make do with it, so they were dragged to the depths of the sea for the next step of training. Poor Xiangliu had been dominating the Sakurajima area for who knows how many years, but now he is
He didn't even have the strength to fight back, and was pulled directly into the sea.
Fang Feng returned to the house and lamented that the monk was finally gone. Now he no longer had to endure the unbearable torture of obsessive-compulsive disorder. For someone like him, who had been living as a salted fish in the East China Sea for thousands of years.
In other words, chaos is order.
He feels comfortable when he is in a state of chaos, and can accurately find what he needs in a chaotic room. If you tidy it up for him, it will make him uncomfortable and uncomfortable.
If he hadn't planned to give Daoyan a try of rice-treasure porridge to see how the obsessive-compulsive disorder would react to the rice-treasure porridge, he wouldn't have bothered to take in the monk.
It's gone now.
While feeling happy in his heart, he stretched out his hand to open the door, and immediately Fang Feng's whole body froze there.
The whole house seemed to have changed.
The cracks in the door and the windows fit perfectly, each bowl was neatly arranged as if it was copied and pasted, each chopstick was aligned and placed as if it were a whole piece of wood, and the teapot on the table was placed firmly.
At the very center point of the table's diagonal.
Everything was so tidy that it was uncompressed, and Fang Feng, who had been laying down the salted fish for thousands of years, felt the sense of order in the corners of his eyes. He suddenly remembered something, took a breath of air, and walked quickly to the warehouse and saw the vegetable jar.
Every cabbage inside is arranged in exactly the same shape.
Fang Feng took a deep breath and opened the rice vat.
Seeing that every grain of rice is neatly stacked together, the rice in the entire rice vat is like an orderly collection, and every piece of pickles in the pickle vat next to it is also neatly placed together and arranged
It has become a state of distinct pickles, chili peppers and garlic.
tidy.
Neatly, as if Fang Feng himself no longer belongs here.
Bingyi just happened to come back to get something, hugging the pickle jar, and said with emotion:
"I just wanted to ask you."
"Fang Feng, when did you change places?"
"This is much better than your pig nest..."
The corner of Fang Feng's mouth twitched.
Gritting his teeth.
"...Tao, Yan..."
"You'd better never come to my house again in your life!"
"You are taking naked revenge!"
I don’t know which of Fang Feng’s words touched the remaining magic circle.
The monk's voice came from the room, vague and dull.
"Amitabha."
"This is cause and effect..."
cause and effect?
There is cause and effect, one drink and one peck.
Fang Bao's face was stunned, thinking of the eight-treasure porridge he had given the monk.
The corner of Xu Shi's mouth twitched when he thought of being blocked by the door.
This monk...
Are you too small-minded?
……………………
Pleasure, pleasure!
Dao Yan was in a very happy mood.
While Fang Feng was not at home, he successfully completed what he had wanted to do every moment for a period of time to restore order to the salted fish's home. It has to be said that for him, restoring the chaos
Returning to order is really a refreshing thing.
Taking advantage of this relaxed and happy mood, he followed the address left by Wei Yuan and quickly arrived at Quan City. After arriving at Quan City, he slowed down and walked slowly towards the museum, and his mood gradually recovered.
The ancient well is in a wave-free state.
This is what he has always wanted to pursue, the origin of the problem.
It was the source of his changed destiny.
It was the inner demon karma that he had suffered from for more than six hundred years and could not be freed from it.
He was ready to face him.
Finally, he stood in front of the museum, collected his thoughts, and then knocked on the door.
With the gentle ringing of the bell on the door, the door was opened.
Dao Yan looked solemn and was about to speak, but he took the lead.
"Weiguan..."
Then I saw a shiny, round bald head sticking out of the museum.
He is tall, wearing a pink Hello Kitty apron, and has chopsticks in one hand and a wooden shovel in the other.
Yuan Jue and a community aunt put together this apron online. The pattern is random, but it saves five yuan.
The whole body smells like fireworks.
The majestic momentum brewing in the young monk was instantly dispersed.
Dao Yan: “…………”
The two monks looked at each other and fell into a kind of silence.
The great monk Yuanjue was the first to react and sensed the aura of true Buddhist cultivation in the latter. A hearty smile appeared on his face, he clasped his hands together and said: "It turns out he is a Buddhist fellow practitioner. I don't know where this junior brother is.
What’s the point of coming here to practice?”
Dao Yan exhaled a breath of turbid air, all the distracting thoughts in his heart were calmed down, he put his hands together and said:
"The poor monk Dao Guang has come to pay homage to the Master of the Guard Hall."
"Oh, Master of the Guard, you came at just the right time."
Yuanjue said: "He only came back yesterday afternoon."
"Please come in."
Yuan Jue brought Dao Yan, whose pseudonym was Dao Guang, into the museum. The interior of the museum was quiet and peaceful, with an overall ancient feel. Dao Yan sat quietly on the table on one side and picked up the teacup that a staff member had just brought to him.
, took a sip and was slightly startled.
Lower your head.
I saw black happy water inside the teacup.
A certain monk who had a simple diet and disciplined himself was silent and slowly raised his head.
The water ghost next to him showed a bright smile and gave a thumbs up with his right hand.
Weijia Museum’s latest formula, Water Ghost Brand Happy Water, gives you and me happiness.
you deserve to have!
Dao Yan: “…………”
The young monk took a deep breath.
The poor monk is here to seek revenge.
please respect me.
He put the happy water on the table next to him, closed his eyes, and whispered the Diamond Sutra silently in his heart to clear his mind. Wei Yuan, who was notified, ended his practice and walked out. He saw what he had seen at the foot of Tiantai Zong Mountain.
The young monk, with a smile on his face, stepped forward and said, "Young master Daoguang, you are here."
Dao Yan opened his eyes, nodded, and said: "Master of the Guard Hall."
He took half a step forward and was about to speak when he saw Wei Yuan's hand directly holding his arm. For some reason, in that short moment, the monk seemed to see something behind Wei Yuan's back.
It was an extremely huge virtual image of a terrifying god holding a battle axe. It had an awe-inspiring aura. He originally planned to resist, but he couldn't help but hesitated and was caught in the blink of an eye.
"have you eaten?"
"You're here, it's time for dinner."
"Why don't we just eat together today?"
Three consecutive questions.
Daoyan had no time to object and was pulled to sit down.
When he reacted again, he was already sitting at the dinner table. There were several people sitting on the table. He slowly lowered his head and saw that in the bowl, brown rice, black rice, quinoa, rice, pearl rice, mung beans, and red beans were mixed.
together, mixed together in a disorderly manner.
Over there, Yuanjue smiled heartily and said, "Just in time, the rice in the supermarket has been on sale recently. For a change, multigrain rice is also quite delicious."
Daoyan took a deep breath and prepared to suppress the instinct in his heart to put down the bowl and chopsticks.
At this time, Wei Yuan took a spoon and scooped out a spoonful of red and spicy Mapo Tofu, and poured a spoonful for Daoyan enthusiastically. In an instant, the red soup flowed from the multi-grain rice in a natural and disorderly manner.
The tofu flows through the gaps, and the hot and broken tofu rolls and falls on the rice. Each piece has its own posture and each piece has its own movement.
The young monk's movements were stiff.
He slowly raised his head and looked at Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan's expression was gentle and sincere, so that Dao Yan had no idea whether he was pretending to be on purpose, or whether it was just for his own good. After a moment of silence, the monk slowly lowered his head and stared at the multigrain rice filled with Mapo tofu. If it was said that there were only six
He finally concluded that that Yuan was Wei Yuan, so now he was 80% sure.
No matter how many years have passed.
This guy can directly explode his emotions in three seconds.
He obviously came here to seek revenge, why did he become like this?
Dao Yan sighed in his heart, closed his eyes, and stuffed the rice into his mouth.
After a seemingly harmonious lunch, Daoyan was able to spend time alone with Wei Yuan. Before, a disciple of the Tiantai Sect had brought his monk bowl to show Wei Yuan, but at that time the other party had no idea.
reaction, so this time Daoyan brought something more meaningful to that Yuan
In Yuan's life, he had obtained this thing and lost it again, and he was entangled with it endlessly.
Dao Yan said softly:
"Since the owner of the museum has opened a museum and collected antiques, I wonder if he recognizes this thing."
He took out a box, opened it gently, and handed it to Wei Yuan.
Inside is a piece of yellow paper.
Wei Yuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and scenes appeared in his mind
The Taoist, who was no longer young, caressed the classics that he had renovated. He was silent for a long time, then suddenly opened the contents, tore off the latest pages, and threw them directly into the stove. This action made his body worse and he coughed violently.
With.
The young man next to him hurriedly slapped the man on the back, but at this moment, the brazier suddenly shook.
Some of the pages were picked up by the wind above the fire and flew out of the house. The young man was about to look for it, but suddenly he saw a strong wind blowing up from the ground, causing the pages to fly far away. With the strength of the young man's feet, he could not catch up.
The Taoist priest behind him was silent for a long time, just sighing that God's will was like this and saying that there was nothing he could do.
This is something that should have been destroyed in his inheritance, but was unexpectedly preserved.
In the museum, Wei Yuan spoke slowly and read the name of the piece of paper word by word:
"...The essential art of peace, cutting the dragon's veins."
PS: Today’s third update… I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance ~ family reunion and all the best