Volume 1, Chapter 15: Monks believe in God, and monks eat meat.
Ten miles south of Liushu Town.
On the official road.
In the twilight.
A group of men in black galloped on their horses, raising a cloud of dust behind them.
"drive."
Ao Long took the lead, his eyes full of murderous intent. Just a day ago, he found the body of his brother Ao Hu. Seeing his brother's head and body separated, he was heartbroken and determined to avenge his brother.
Following the trail, he led three hundred bandits and galloped day and night.
Suddenly, a black shadow appeared on the road ahead.
He quickly tightened the reins.
"Oh~~"
The subordinate beside him shouted loudly.
"Black Wind Valley aisle, whoever is ahead, if you don't want to die, get out of the way immediately."
The black shadow in front of me was wearing a conical hat and a tight-fitting dress, with his hands wrapped around a long sword and two hairbands dancing in the wind.
Holding a dry branch in its mouth.
Under the cover of night, everything is shrouded in mystery.
This is a standard swordsman.
I saw him raise his right hand.
“Swoosh~”
A sound of breaking through the air was heard.
Ao Long did not dare to be careless. He quickly circulated the spiritual power in his body and reached out to catch the flying piece of paper.
"Bang~"
Feeling the numbness in his arm, Ao Long was secretly shocked.
Being able to control the power of paper with such force, this person's strength is definitely above mine.
He ignored the pain in his arm and quickly opened the note.
There are seven big words written on it.
"The target has entered Willow Town."
When he raised his head again, there was nothing in front of him.
The three hundred bandits in the field cried out in low voices.
The warhorse under his crotch neighs.
He comes without a shadow and leaves without a breeze. This person's strength has reached the level of a trance, a swordsman of the sixth realm.
Ao Long swallowed secretly.
I guess this was sent by the higher-ups.
He really couldn't understand why such a master was asked to take action here, but he didn't dare to ask more questions.
"Go to Willow Town, drive~"
"Hello~"
Willow Town.
Ye Tingmu and his companions found a mottled wooden house and broke in.
Plan to take a night off before making plans.
After all, it is unwise to walk at night with children.
Besides, it’s time for dinner.
Although this place is a big town, it has long been deserted due to the rebellion of the evil snake.
Several people began to clean up busily, and Dongfang Qingzhu also joined Guanqi's cooking group.
After a few days of getting along, this pampered young lady has completely integrated into their lives.
He is not afraid of dirt or tiredness at all. If an ordinary person saw this
The eldest daughter of the Dongfang family, a noble family in the north, was actually making a fire. It must be shocking.
Ye Tingmu was also a little surprised by this.
This young lady seems to be different from the young lady in his subconscious mind.
She is neither spoiled nor pretentious, and being with her does not make you feel superior, but rather comfortable.
To put it simply, although this woman is noble, she is also approachable; although she is beautiful, she is also worldly.
After a while.
The house was brightly lit and filled with fragrance.
Unlike the sporadic barking of dogs, the small, shabby house was filled with joy and happiness.
Qingfeng: "It smells so good. Let me taste it to see if there is enough salt."
Dongfang Qingzhu said, "Don't move, take your hands away."
Qing Feng said, "Just take it away, it's no big deal, huh."
Jinghong said: "You deserve it."
Guanqi chuckled: "Hehehe."
At this moment, Ye Tingmu keenly heard a dull sound of footsteps coming from outside the house.
My eyebrows couldn't help but slightly frowned.
Feng He stood up and drew the long sword from his waist.
Flashing with a dark white light.
"Don't do it, benefactor. I have no ill intentions."
An inch below his blade, a young monk raised his hands to beg for mercy.
The little monk was similar in stature to Ye Tingmu, and judging from his face, he should be a little younger than him, probably around seventeen or eighteen years old.
The ten scars on his head are particularly eye-catching.
He was wearing a light yellow monk's robe, a rosary hanging on his chest, and his feet were wrapped with long cloth. However, his face was very delicate, and he looked more like a handsome young man. There was even a cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye.
Seeing that the other person had a kind face and no murderous intent, Ye Tingmu signaled Feng He to put away the long sword.
Feng He put away his knife.
The little monk breathed a sigh of relief.
"Amitabha."
Several people looked at the little monk in front of them at the same time, with different expressions.
Jinghong's eyes lit up, and she thought the little monk was very handsome, like an older sister.
The little monk put his hands together.
"My dear donors, I have been separated from the sect and am all alone. Could I stay here with you for one more night?"
"Okay." Jinghong expressed her opinion immediately with a smile on her face.
Ye Tingmu glared at her.
She instantly became intimidated and curled her lips.
Ye Tingmu sniffed angrily. He thought that when he was out, he would do good deeds every day. Although he did not believe in Buddhism, he did not want to chase the person away.
"If you don't mind, it's okay to stay one night."
"Thank you so much, benefactor. You are so kind and will surely receive blessings from God."
Ye Tingmu said lazily: "Aren't you a monk? Why don't you pray to Buddha, but believe in heaven."
The little monk smiled but said nothing.
Instead, he walked into the house and found an open space to sit down.
He also did not forget to smile and nod at a few people.
Jinghong held her chin with both hands, tilted her head, looked at the little monk seriously, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
The meal was ready soon.
Several people quickly sat together.
Only the little monk was left meditating.
Ye Tingmu also sat down.
Watching the little monk looking at the steaming pot, sniffing from time to time, his Adam's apple moving frequently.
He hesitated for a moment and said, "Monk, it's not that I'm stingy and don't invite you to eat. It's just that there's meat stewed in the pot today, so you know."
The little monk was delighted to hear this and stood up immediately.
"I eat meat."
“Ah~”
A group of people looked at him, staring at each other.
When did this monk start eating meat?
The atmosphere was eerily quiet, with only the sounds of a few people breathing.
Ye Tingmu was stunned for several seconds before he came to his senses.
Looking at the little monk's eyes full of pleading.
His heart was shaken.
"Then let's eat together?"
"Since the donor is so kind, I would be honored to accept it."
As he said this he walked over.
"Donor, please move aside and make room for me."
Okay, another freeloader.
Ye Tingmu rolled his eyes and thought to himself, how the hell did I show any hospitality? You suggest it and I'll change it.
The people around them looked at each other in confusion. Dongfang Qingzhu was holding a bowl that was half the size of her head and looked at the monk curiously. She had indeed never seen a monk eating meat.
"Donor, can you give me a bowl?"
Ye Tingmu coughed dryly, "Qingfeng."
Qingfeng held the bowl tightly in his arms, quite reluctantly.
"Brother, this is something I just bought."
"Be good, you can use the bucket later."
The grievance on Qingfeng's face turned into resentment, which was focused in his eyes.
He handed the bowl to the little monk very reluctantly.
With a bit of childishness, he gritted his teeth and said, "I hate Buddha."
【Buddha: It’s none of my business. 】
The little monk took the big bowl with a smile on his face.
"Thank you very much."
Jinghong quickly raised the rice spoon.
"Little monk, I'll serve you some rice."
The little monk quickly stood up, took the rice spoon, and said, "No need, I can do it myself."
After he finished speaking, he walked to the rice bucket without any hesitation and started to serve the rice.
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