Chapter 252 Are all Buddhists’ firepower so strong?
Gu Nan quickly ran back to Jiang Wanying, complaining to the system as he ran, "This male lead is so cruel. Is he discriminating against me just because I'm a ghost? I was scared to death. I almost thought my day was over."
For a moment, she really thought she was going to die at Junyi's hands. The murderous aura in his eyes was even more brutal than when he attacked Jiang Wanying.
"Why does he want me to help him practice?" This was the first time Gu Nan heard that Buddhist practice required the assistance of evil spirits.
Could it be that he has a hidden mission to convert a thousand-year-old ghost?
System: [I don't know. It's not mentioned in the original novel.]
Gu Nan was bald, but when he thought about how he hadn't died after doing this, he quickly cheered up, "But his chest muscles feel really good."
It is strong, full and elastic, and you will feel unforgettable when you touch it.
She said with a look of regret, "It's just too hot."
Junyi’s blood burns my mouth and his chest muscles burn my hands. Alas, are all Buddhists’ firepower so strong?
Gu Nan held his hands, looked at them in the moonlight, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which seemed embarrassed but still unsatisfied.
system:【……】
He still thinks about his chest muscles, but it seems that he hasn't suffered any psychological trauma.
Junyi came back and saw Gu Nan touching his hands towards the moon from afar, squinting his eyes and smiling from time to time, like a mouse hit by a big pie, with a silly look on his face.
Junyi narrowed his eyes.
Gu Nan saw him and waved to him enthusiastically.
“…”
This evil ghost is really shameless.
Junyi opened the door and entered the tent with a cold face. He did not sleep in the second half of the night and meditated.
The morning bell rang before daybreak.
Fog rose in the mountains and forests. The monks got up and stirred up the milky white mist, which floated everywhere.
After they finished their morning lessons, Gu Nan floated in front of Chunyi and said, "You promised to make stir-fried bamboo shoots for me today. Don't forget."
Junyi didn't say anything, obviously not wanting to pay attention to her.
Gu Nan floated to the side of the young monk Dezhao, "Master Dezhao, I have something to ask you."
De Zhao bowed and said, "Please ask, benefactor."
"Did you hear any strange noises last night?"
De Zhao was puzzled, his young face was innocent and delicate, "What's that strange sound?"
Gu Nan dragged out his tone, "It's your Master Chunyi..."
"Be careful with your words." Junyi said suddenly.
Gu Nan curled his lips and said, "Why are you eavesdropping on my conversation with my young master? Don't you understand that you should not listen to anything indecent?"
Junyi looked at her coldly, but his thick eyebrows were already pressed down. "I won't break my promise to you. There's no need to do this."
"Then why don't you say anything? How can I know what you mean if you don't say anything?" Gu Nan sought Dezhao's approval. "Young Master, you are right, right?"
Chunyi looked at Dezhao with his eyes calm and his power obvious.
De Zhao: "..." Thank you.
He saluted stiffly, then ran away in a flash.
"Look at you, you scared Dezhao away." Gu Nan tutted and moved closer. "Aren't you two brothers? Why don't they call you brother, but Master?"
Junyi was busy making a fire, but the firewood was already damp, and when it was hit by the fog, the tinder wouldn't light at all.
"Just use a spell." Gu Nan snapped his fingers and a small flame shot up.
Junyi didn't say anything, but he didn't put out the fire that Gu Nan had lit. He put the firewood on the table and started cooking porridge.
Most of the people in the team were teenagers who were in the growth stage. They were already hungry after a night. When the pot gradually boiled and the aroma of rice overflowed from the edge of the pot that was not tightly closed, they started a series of gurgling sounds.
Gu Nan sniffed hard but could smell nothing. "Oh, if only I could smell it too."
As he spoke, he kept glancing at Junyi, and the implication was very obvious.
Junyi seemed to hear nothing and just stared at the fire, his eyes reflecting the flames, looking very majestic.
Gu Nan: “…”
This male protagonist really has no urge to be saved.
Gu Nan floated back to the treetop, cut a bunch of grass leaves to fold a boat and a lantern, determined not to show Chun half of his face.
If he wants her to help him practice, go ahead and eat your ass.
After eating, they continued on their journey. Gu Nan followed behind and stared at Junyi, waiting to see when he would pick some bamboo shoots for him.
Jiang Wanying was very bored. She had been free for hundreds of years, and suddenly she had to travel with a group of boring monks. She felt suffocated.
"Sister Anan, can you please tell that bald guy to let me go? I promise to hide from them next time I see them, okay?"
Gu Nan didn't know where Jiang Wanying got the confidence from to think that Chunyi would listen to her, especially after last night. In order to keep her, it was impossible for Chunyi to let Jiang Wanying go.
Unless she agrees to help him in exchange.
At noon, the group stopped to regroup. After lunch, while the other monks were drowsy, Junyi got up and quietly descended the mountain.
Due to distance restrictions, Jiang Wanying had to run with Chunyi, so Gu Nan also ran along.
Floating down the old road she had walked not long ago, Jiang Wanying was speechless and choked, "He's not going to pick bamboo shoots for you, is he?"
Gu Nan also thought so. There were bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest along the way.
He suddenly felt better because he didn't lie to her. Otherwise, she would really have blamed him and put the blame on him.
Chunyi really went back to pick bamboo shoots. He didn't pick many, just a few, but they were all tender ones.
Gu Nan felt a little relieved, thinking that if he cooked it well, she would be able to let the bamboo shoots issue go.
Gu Nan waited for the whole afternoon until the evening when he built a stove and started a fire. He could no longer stay in the tree, so he floated to the stove and squatted there, watching Chunyi cook.
He opened the oil tank and poured some sesame oil in. Immediately, the sizzling sound of oil dots popping could be heard in the hot pot.
But he was too stingy. That little bit of oil was only enough to fry an egg. Gu Nan was so anxious that he almost grabbed the oil can and poured it into the pot. "Pour more, pour more. It won't taste good if there is not enough oil."
Jun glanced at her and tilted his wrist slightly.
It seemed like he was going to continue pouring, but in fact, the sesame oil just passed by the edge of the jar without a drop falling.
"Hey hey hey." Gu Nan slapped his thigh and said, "Pour it, pour it. You're not serving food in the school cafeteria, why are you shaking?"
Chunyi didn't care about Gu Nan's strange words and put the oil tank away indifferently.
The bamboo shoots are put into the pot and they make a sizzling sound.
But after just a few flips, the oil was gone and it started to stick to the pan.
Gu Nan: “…”
I can't bear this blow.
Hold your head in your hands.
Start to shut yourself off.
I feel so depressed, like a scumbag who became a father overnight.
She didn't understand why it was so difficult to just eat some bamboo shoots.
The stove was filled with smoke and Junyi always had a frown on his face when cooking. He did not enjoy the process, but just experienced it as a part of life, ordinary but necessary, like a procedure.
But today, seeing this old ghost beating his chest and stamping his feet, with his breath stagnant and his words stagnant, I felt inexplicably relieved.
The frustration aroused by her frivolous behavior last night seemed to suddenly dissipate a little.
It turns out she has a soft spot.
If there is a soft spot, the tip of the knife can penetrate it.
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