The old man went out to dig vegetables. Li Jiang could not enter the room without the owner's permission, so he had to sit on a stone bench in the small courtyard and wait.

Bored, Li Jiang exhaled the system and continued to study the system instructions he had not read on the mountain.

Ignoring the naked man on the left, he looked directly at the data on the right. The first few items remained unchanged, but the belief value increased by 10 points. Li Jiang couldn't help but wonder, how did this come about? Did I change the world?

Process?

He thought for a moment but couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up and asked the system directly.

"System, how did I get this belief value?"

"When you come into contact with the creatures in this world, it will have an impact. This system will receive it and convert it into energy. This is quantified data for you."

"Hey, I get it. Isn't this the otherworldly version of the Butterfly Effect? ​​How did you get these 10 points?" Li Jiang asked in detail.

"Meet the old man to get 1 point, meet the big dog to get 1 point, and steal to get 8 points."

Li Jiang was speechless after hearing the data. He would give 1 point each to a person and a dog, and 8 points if he stole something. This system is really broken. Doesn't this encourage people to do bad things?

In the more than ten years since I tied my hair, uh, cut my hair and went to school, I have established correct three views since I was a child. I will never be tempted. I just took a cloth bag out of necessity. After all, Lu Xun once said: Canglin

Can you know the etiquette if you are practical? Do you know the honor and disgrace if you have enough food and clothing?

This is really not Li Jiang's pretense, but his true thoughts. He has loved reading martial arts novels since he was a child, and he especially likes to see martial arts warriors wearing bright clothes and angry horses, doing chivalry and righteousness. He always wants to replace them when he is excited.

Now that he has the opportunity to learn martial arts, he also wants to wear white clothes in the majestic rivers and lakes, fight against injustices in the world with a three-foot sword, and leave his name as a beautiful knight in the world for eternity.

Li Jiang touched the board on his head and imagined that he was wearing a white arrow-sleeved robe, a golden belt, riding boots on his feet, a long sword on his back, his hair tied up in a bun with a Xiaoyao scarf, and then hanging down.

The two ribbons, well, must be longer than the shoulders, and then the head is slightly tilted, and the hair ribbon on the chest is tossed back. How can this action, so handsome, not be popular among thousands of girls?

Hey hey hey, Li Jiang fell into a beautiful fantasy and couldn't extricate himself, until a voice broke the peace of the small courtyard.

"Master, master..."

After hearing this voice repeated several times, Li Jiang came back to his senses. He looked closely and saw a hand shaking in front of his eyes. Looking along the hand, it turned out that the old man was back, and he was holding a few green vegetables in his other hand.

, calling to himself with a puzzled look on his face.

The old man originally saw Li Jiang's obscene smile and thought something was wrong with him. After seeing him come to his senses, he asked with concern: "Master, are you okay? Are you hungry?"

Li Jiang's face turned slightly red and he said seriously: "Amitabha, old man, just now the poor monk was meditating and wandering in the sky, and he slightly understood the meaning of the Buddha holding flowers and smiling, so please don't worry."

"Oh, it's my fault for scratching the master, please forgive me!" The old man quickly bowed and apologized.

"It's not appropriate, it's not appropriate, old man, don't take it to heart, this is the opportunity for a poor monk, don't force it." Li Jiang said with his hands clasped together.

"Okay, Master, just don't blame me. Master, please sit down here and take the dishes and sort them out. Dinner will be served soon." After finishing speaking, the old man turned around and walked quickly to the kitchen.

When Li Jiang saw the old man leaving, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Coming to this other world was a test of his acting skills. Fortunately, he had also watched "The Actor's Self-cultivation" and his acting skills were passable, otherwise he would have been cheated.

Being interrupted from his thoughts, Li Jiang opened the system again and continued to study the body data. According to the system's explanation, a constitution of 10 is the normal state of ordinary people. This is easy to understand, but an intelligence of 10% is a bit incomprehensible.

Li Jiang glanced at the kitchen and quietly communicated with the system in his mind, asking about intelligence data.

Information came from the system and Li Jiang understood that 10% of intelligence is the development level of the brain, which is 10% for normal people.

This point made Li Jiang unconvinced, and angrily complained to the system: "System, did you collect the data wrong? I have had very good grades since I was a child, and I can go to a 985 university casually. I think I am, although I am not qualified.

Even though he is considered a genius, he can still be considered smart, so why is his brain development level only 10%?"

"By your planet's standards, Einstein's brain development level is 13%, so yours is 10%." The cold electronic sound rang through Li Jiang's mind.

Li Jiang was stunned, and after a few seconds of silence he said, "Oh, that's right, haha, forget it."

Being implicitly despised by the system, Li Jiang was a little embarrassed, so he forcibly changed the topic: "System, what can these 10 points of faith be exchanged for?"

The system did not answer, but directly opened an exchange form in his mind. Li Jiang watched attentively. There were a dazzling array of things on it, including clothes, shoes, daggers, fans, wooden fish, whisks, elixirs and other gadgets, and of course

The Xiaoyao scarf, the magic weapon that Li Jiang has longed for.

Many things were not what he urgently needed at the moment, so Li Jiang turned his attention to the elixirs and pulled down a list with a swipe. He saw on it: Mongolian sweat medicine, antidote, poison, Xiaohuan Dan, and some inexplicable seconds.

What do I love about Ichigo Chai? He half-stepped with a smile, but couldn’t understand it at all.

Li Jiang's head felt heavy for a while, so he simply stopped reading and said directly: "System, you can screen out for me the medicine that can improve my physical condition, increase brain development and internal strength."

"Sorry, no. The price of these medicines starts at 50 belief points." The system replied.

"Profiteer, you..." Before Li Jiang could finish his words, he saw the old man coming out of the kitchen carrying two basins. He stopped talking in time and looked at the old man with a smile on his face.

The old man carried the things and walked towards the main room. He turned sideways and said to Li Jiang: "Master, please come to the house for dinner."

"Oh, okay." Li Jiang stood up and followed him.

After entering the main hall, the old man asked Li Jiang to sit on a long board to the west. He then returned to the kitchen to get two pairs of chopsticks.

After handing a pair of chopsticks to Li Jiang, the old man said sheepishly: "Master, don't dislike the simple food, just eat some."

Li Jiang took the chopsticks and said reservedly: "Old man, I am a poor monk who is practicing hard. I eat whatever I have. How can I dislike it? I have to thank you for giving me food."

"Oh, that's good, that's good. No wonder Master is dressed so simply. You're welcome, Master, please use it!" As he said that, he grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into Li Jiang's hand.

After Li Jiang took it, he was secretly happy. This old man was quite good at thinking. He picked up the steamed bun and took an elegant bite. Immediately, a sour and sour feeling filled his mouth, and he almost spit it out.

Under the warm gaze of the old man, Li Jiang had no choice but to swallow the unknown thing with difficulty. He really didn't want to take a second bite. He looked at the other basin, which seemed to be filled with water.

The cabbage had a clear soup with little water and no oil star could be seen.

Li Jiang also knew that in the troubled times of the late Ming Dynasty, it was good to be able to eat these, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart.

As a single child, although his family is not rich, they still have meat every meal, and they eat it in different ways. Sometimes they only eat exquisite vegetarian dishes when they are tired of it. But I have never suffered from this kind of sin, sour.

The cooked wowotou is used as the staple food, and the boiled cabbage is used as rice.

Li Jiang secretly felt angry, he must be a good person, oh, no, he must practice hard, go home quickly, and end this painful journey as soon as possible.

Silently reciting Lu Xun's famous saying: When heaven is about to entrust a great responsibility to this person, he must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, deplete his body, and mess up his actions... He picked up a piece of green vegetables,

He bit down hard on the wowotou.

In order to live up to the old man's attentive reception, he pretended to cry even after finishing the meal. Li Jiang pretended to be delicious and ate three steamed buns, smiling and nodding from time to time.

After eating this mediocre meal, Li Jiang's hunger was temporarily relieved.

After clearing away the tableware, the old man brought a bowl of water to Li Jiang, who was sitting next to the Eight Immortals table, then rubbed his hands and whispered: "Master, uh, uh, can you please invite Master..."

Li Jiang looked at the old man and thought, didn't he want to ask me for food money? But he said: "Amitabha, if you have anything to say, please speak directly. I will never refuse where I can do it!"

The old man's dark face shone brightly, maybe because he was red, and he said intermittently: "That's it, that's it, I want to ask the master to recite a sutra and pray for my son to avoid being hurt by weapons!"

Poor parents in the world, the old man can no longer support himself and still thinks about the misfortune of his son far away. Li Jiang felt the same and suddenly felt sad. He didn't know how sad his parents would be when they saw that he was missing!

After feeling sorry for himself for a moment, Li Jiang felt a headache. He was not a real monk, so he would not pray for blessings. But when he saw the old man's eyes filled with hope, he did not want to disappoint him.

After searching for a while, an idea flashed in Li Jiang's mind. Fortunately, he studied Chinese and was very interested in ancient books. There was one sutra that he actually memorized. Yes, it was the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" translated by Elder Tang.

"Heart Sutra", Li Jiang was going to read it several times to fool him.

Having made up his mind, Li Jiang said to the restless old man: "Amitabha Buddha, this poor monk can recite Buddhist scriptures for the old man's son several times. Please tell the old man his son's name!"

When putting on a show, he had to do all the tricks. He asked the old man the name of his son in a serious manner because the prayer must be given to the person. If he didn't ask, others would think he was a liar.

When the old man saw Li Jiang's promise, he immediately became happy and said quickly: "Master, my surname is Wang, and my baby's name is Xi."

Li Jiang nodded, took a sip of saliva, then sat upright, half-closed his eyes, and began to chant: "I am Buddha Tathagata, and my disciples pray sincerely. Now I have a beloved, Wang Xi, praying for peace. I chant sutras to invite Amitabha Buddha!"

Li Jiang's voice deepened, and he muttered vaguely: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after walking in the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, he saw that the five aggregates are empty, and he endured all the hardships. Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness,

Emptiness is color, and so are perceptions, thoughts, and consciousness. Relics, all dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither stained nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing...
Chapter completed!