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One hundred and ninetieth nine chapters foothold

When Optimistic heard this, he smiled and said quite proudly: "Miss, when we were in the flying boat, I had already predicted it. I had already sent the flying sword to the informant in Jinling City and asked him to buy it in the east of the city.

The next house is in a beautiful environment.”

"Oh, what can you do unexpectedly this time!"

Lin Yanli praised him, pointed to the east and said, "Then you can lead the way."

“What an honor!”

Optimistic grinned and swaggered to the front of the team.

Everyone walked eastward and walked through several streets. Qu Zhe quietly moved forward and asked in his heart: "I know you want to please the young lady and regain your freedom, but why did you also do my work? This is a little bit...

It’s overstepped.”

Optimistic glared at Qu Zhe and said: "You are so full that you don't know that hungry people are hungry. The lady has removed your heart poison. I still have one lying on my heart. You like to work so much. Wait for me."

After the Gu worm is removed by the young lady, I will hand over the affairs of Fallen Devil Mountain to you!"

"Huh, don't think about it until the lady's worries are over."

The two quarreled for a while and finally came to an alley.

Continuing forward, you can see some sycamore trees.

These sycamore trees are as thick as a human waist and look old.

Ci Nan clasped his hands together and made a Buddha salute to the sycamore tree in front of him, saying: "Amitabha, you don't need bodhi leaves to become a Buddha. You can also meditate under the sycamore tree. This place is really a good place."

"Of course, the place where the young lady will stay should not be too vulgar." He nodded optimistically and proudly and responded.

Lin Yanli rolled her eyes, walked to the gate outside the house, pushed hard with both hands, and she pushed the vermilion door open, revealing a green scene inside.

A neat row of houses, a neat courtyard, a patch of green bamboo, and a pond.

The entire yard does not occupy a large area, but it is just right.

In the center of the courtyard is a stone table and several stone benches, all of which are spotless and have been carefully cleaned.

Lin Yanli took a breath, stepped into the courtyard, and walked straight to the pond. Looking at the red brocade swimming in the pond, she took out a box of fish food from her sleeve.

"This time, Elder Optimism did a good job."

"The young lady's praise makes the villain feel like a breath of fresh air. If the young lady can remove the poison from the villain's heart, the villain will be even happier."

"Let's talk about this later."

"Okay, miss."

Bamboo and fish ponds were all Lin Yanli's favorite things. The house he optimistically bought this time perfectly suited Lin Yanli's preferences.

Lin Yanli dropped some of the fish food in his hand, raised a finger, turned to face the people behind him and said, "The King of Rouge Country has asked me to meet with you the day after tomorrow. It's still a long time. You can walk around the city first. Remember,

Come back at night and don't stay out overnight."

Everyone nodded in unison.

Xiao Luan touched his chin with his hand. He planned to visit the Chenghuang Temple and the Kitchen God Temple.

Optimistically, he swept his consciousness over the custom red building in Jinling City, thinking about finding a few girls for fun.

Zhou Qianluo, Liu Bailuo and Qu Zhe were not interested in mortal life, so they planned to sit on the edge of the pond and fish with Lin Yanli.

Ci Nan pulled the rosary beads with her fingers and walked to Lin Yanli. She rubbed her hands in embarrassment and said, "Donor Jiang, can you lend me some worldly money to this young monk?"

"Mortal gold and silver? What do you plan to use it for?" Lin Yanli asked curiously.

"Before entering the city, the young monk's spiritual consciousness observed a dilapidated house with several poor children living in it. The young monk wanted to buy some things to provide some relief."

"So that's it."

Lin Yanli suddenly realized.

She stared at the fat monk in front of her who had been fed by the Thousand Demons Sect. She took out a small cloth bag from her storage bag and handed it to Ci Nan. "Remember, don't give money directly."

Cinan nodded and said, "The young monk still understands this point."

"Also, I don't have much money, so save your money!" Lin Yanli said solemnly at the end.

Because Cinan did not value material things, he taught Buddhism to those disciples in the Thousand Demons Sect. Lin Yanli paid Cinan a salary of one hundred spiritual stones every month out of some considerations, but he often used the spiritual stones as a salary.

He sent it to some poor Buddhist cultivators who couldn't even afford Qi Condensing Pills, which resulted in him still having nothing in his sleeves.

Cinan put the cloth bag away, cupped her hands towards Lin Yanli and said, "Donor Jiang, this way, this young monk owes you another favor."

"Hey, your recognition is not worth a lot of money. Go quickly. Remember, don't secretly go out to play dominoes with Optimism."

Cinan hesitated, then smiled bravely: "Amitabha, Donor Jiang, little monk, little monk, I have stopped playing for a long time."

"Have you promised that monks will not lie?"

"Amitabha, Mr. Jiang, has a Buddha in his heart, and he is already a Buddha if he is touched by all things. If he has no Buddha in his heart, he is pure and has no desires, and he is still a layman. The young monk belongs to those who have a Buddha in his heart."

"You, a monk, can use your mouth as a spiritual treasure. You are indeed very tough-talking. Go ahead, go ahead. Don't waste your time."

Lin Yanli waved her hand, signaling Cinan to get out of here.

"Amitabha, Sect Leader Jiang, and the young monk have gone."

Cinan made a Buddhist salute and walked slowly to the door, when she heard Lin Yanli's voice coming from behind her.

"Cinan, please call me Lin Yanli from now on."

Cinan was stunned for a moment, then bent down slightly and said seriously: "Okay, Almsgiver Lin, the young monk has taken note of it."

After that, he turned around and walked out of the courtyard, closing the door behind him.

Lin Yanli glanced at the closed wooden door, shook her head and smiled.

This is the cute thing about Ci Nan. Sometimes she talks serious nonsense, and sometimes she is too serious. However, it is indeed a great blessing in life to know such a person.

All Buddhas are in the west, and Buddhist temples are in the west. After Cinan left the house, he walked directly along the street to the west, intending to visit the famous Nanyun Temple in Jinling.

Along the way, Cinan asked people passing by to find the specific location of Nanyun Temple, and then slowly walked to the front of the temple.

Nanyun Temple is mainly white, and when viewed from a distance, it has a refreshing feeling of washing away sins.

Ci Nan patted the dust on his body and walked forward slowly with Buddhist rituals. He followed the crowd and stepped into the door, but was stopped by the gatekeeper monk at the door.

"Amitabha, where did this master come from? Can he meet the Dharma Master?"

Cinan shook his head and said, "I was passing by this place and saw a temple here, so I wanted to go into the temple and listen to a Buddhist scripture."

"That's it, master, please come in!" The monk guarding the door smiled kindly and made an invitation gesture.

As she walked into the hall with the crowd, Cinan couldn't help but shook her head when she saw that the Buddhas and holy images in the hall were mostly covered with gold powder.

Just as he was about to sit on the futon, a big hand grabbed his collar.

"Have you paid the money?·This futon is not for casual sitting!"

Ci Nan tilted his head slightly and saw that the person in front of him was a warrior monk. He recited a Buddhist saying and asked, "Does it cost money to listen to Buddhist scriptures?"

"It's free to listen to Buddhist scriptures, but sitting on this futon in the main hall costs one hundred taels of silver."

"One hundred taels?"

After Ci Nan heard the number, he reached out and touched the cloth bag in his sleeve.

He shook his head and stood up from the futon: "So, sitting outside the hall is free of charge?"

The monk shook his head.

"Then the young monk will listen outside."


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