Huaizhen is the ex-Buddhist walking, right? It was he who refined you and divided it into two.

He may also be my previous life? Are you telling me this in a vague way? What does the missing part mean? Will Huaizhen spend such a huge price to remove it from your body? Why can't you tell me directly? Are you also subject to some kind of limitation? Is our situation very bad?

Yuan Xing's thoughts were mixed, and question marks were one after another, but Jin Chan still didn't respond.

Xia Xiaonan was driving the car, and from time to time she peeked at Yuan Xing, who was petting his cat with a calm face. At this time, the air pressure in the car was very low. This was the first time since she met this monk's face that was complicated and intertwined with anger, pain, doubt and sadness.

Fortunately, the atmosphere passed quickly. Just halfway through the way back to the city, Yuanxing returned to his former appearance and a familiar smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The two of them can also talk about trivial matters in life without saying a word.

"What is your purpose this time? Do you need help buying a ticket?" Xia Xiaonan asked tentatively.

"A bowl of rice from a thousand families, and a lonely monk traveled thousands of miles." Yuan Xing rubbed Xiao Douzi's cat's ears, which was really fun.

Maybe it was annoyed by being touched, Xiao Douzi had a claw in the palm of his head.

Agilely avoided, he had no choice but to withdraw his hand that continued to strode the cat, turned his head and turned his eyes out of the window, murmured: "Walking around, what kind of car to do? What tickets to buy?"

"Aren't you? Xingzu..." Xia Xiaonan was very surprised. She had some understanding of Yuanxing. This person is actually very lazy. If he was not lazy, how could he stay in a small courtyard for two years? If he had any things he needed on weekdays, he would either buy online or call the Supervisor's Office for help. Even buying a bag of cat food and let the goods be delivered to his door.

Daily work seems diligent, but it is more like a habit that has been formed, and I guess I am too lazy to change it.

Nowadays, such a person has to go and do asceticism.

I couldn't help but recall what Qin's mother once said, "My son was lazy and greedy since childhood. Who knew that not only did he eat fasting meat for two years but could do all the housework. If it weren't for the fact that some habits, movements and appearances were not different, he would have thought it was faked by someone else.

Can faith really make people change so much? It’s like a big change in a living person?

"Really walk?" She confirmed again: "It is said that this kind of practice is very difficult. Can you persevere?"

"Is I like a person who can't endure hardship?" Yuan Xing glanced at her dissatisfiedly.

In fact, this kind of thought has come to his mind for a long time. He enjoyed a comfortable life without chores. However, with the improvement of his strength, his Buddhist cultivation has not increased for a long time. He seems to have walked a lot of roads through the two worlds, but most of them are with a task, so he really cannot calm down. Especially after this time, the lack of mind and nature has become more obvious, which is no longer possible to resolve by studying hard scriptures. If this continues, there may be big problems.

Of course, it would be even better if we could understand the scroll that might hide the secrets of the previous life through this method of practice.

"No wonder you asked me to prepare a solar charger for you. Do you need to prepare two more pieces for you to rotate?" Seeing that he was not joking, but was really going to do asceticism, Xia Xiaonan was a little worried.

"No, one piece is enough, too heavy if it's too much."

"Do you need some essential medicines to prepare for you?" Xia Xiaonan suddenly felt like she was becoming an old mother.

"I am in good health and can't use those. If I really need it, I still bring my money and a bank card. Now it's very convenient to pay with my mobile phone."

"That's good..." Xia Xiaonan nodded, and suddenly became confused again: "I heard that you monks do not bring money, why are you still holding a bank card?"

"What if...what if I can't get something to eat?" Yuan Xing scratched his bald head embarrassedly.

Xia Xiaonan: “…”

The certificate of success after passing the back door was probably sent wrong. This person is just a fake monk.

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The town of Amenou at the foot of the Amenou Mountain is a very old town. Many buildings retain the ancient style and have a sense of age. With the development of the economy, it has gradually become a tourist center.

It was August and the sun was scorching. At noon, the air became stuffy, but no wind blew. Even the willow trees on the street were roasted to death, and the branches hung listlessly, and the leaves were rolled up.

While Lao Li was standing in his own store, avoiding the sun, he looked at the tourists coming and going on the street with some worries. It is logical that his donkey meat restaurant is decorated in a simple and clean manner, the food is reasonably priced, and the taste is authentic. The store is even more open on the most prosperous street in the town and the largest traffic flow, so why is no one visiting it?

It is the peak tourist season. Compared with previous years, there seem to be more people coming to travel this year, but the shops that were crowded last month are now terriblely deserted. Apart from a few regular customers, few tourists enter it. Even if he stands at the door and shouts, it will be useless.

He couldn't help looking at the noodle shop opposite. Fatty Sun stood at the door like him, obviously there was nothing to do.

It's strange that the two businesses of this pair were very popular, but they were neglected by tourists almost at the same time.

Should I find someone to see Feng Shui? This is too evil. Lao Li was thinking about these things in his mind, but he saw a young monk carrying a cloth bag among the abortion stopping, looking around, as if looking for something.

Is it because I want to find a restaurant to have a meal? He was happy. It doesn’t matter if the monk is. Although I am a donkey meat restaurant, I can also cook some vegetarian food.

He was about to greet him, but he saw the monk walking straight towards Fatty Sun, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. No matter how small the business is, it's still a business!

Just as he thought of this, he saw the monk take out an iron bowl from the cloth bag, hold it in front of him, bowing to Fatty Sun, saying, "Amitabha, I am a monk who passes by. I beg for some vegetarian food at noon, as long as I eat it, it is not convenient for the donor to eat?" The voice was not loud, and Lao Li could just hear it clearly. It turned out that the other party was here to beg for food.

"Get out of here, where did the wild monk come from? I didn't see that I was annoyed. Don't disturb me from doing business. I want to go to other families to beg for food." Fatty Sun waved impatiently, with a look of disgust.

"I'm disturbing the donor." The monk also had a good temper, and he was not angry at all, and he still smiled.

"My little master, come here." Aunt Liu, who sells sesame cakes next to Fatty Sun's noodle restaurant, has always believed in Buddhism, and she couldn't stand it, so she spoke on her own initiative.

Unexpectedly, the monk nodded and smiled at Aunt Liu, but did not go over, but walked towards Lao Li.

It was the begging for alms just now, but Lao Li did not refuse. There were not many people in the store anyway. Although they were in a irritable mood, businessmen were concerned about making money with kindness. Even if they came to beg for food, they would not be angry with others for no reason like Fatty Sun.

"Make a bowl of vegetarian noodles for your master, don't put scallions and coriander." After leading the monk to the store, he told the back kitchen and turned to the monk: "Do you have anything else to do if you need?"

"This is enough." The young monk first covered his nose as soon as he entered the store, his bright eyes glanced around the store, frowned and then put his hand down, and suddenly said, "Donor, can I lend you some electricity?" Then he took out a cell phone.

"..." Old Li didn't react for a moment, and he was stunned before nodding.

The monk was also strange. There was a power supply in a very close place, so he picked a very remote corner and sat down, put the iron bowl back into the cloth bag.

After a while, the monk was brought in plain noodles, and the monk was not in a hurry to eat it. Instead, he pulled a napkin and spread it out, picked up a few chopsticks and put it on it, and he was still muttering words in his mouth, but he didn't know what he was chanting.

The first time Lao Li saw a monk having dinner, he only thought it was a religious habit.

Not long after, after a bowl of noodles, the monk recited it for a while, waved his hand again, then got up and smiled and said, "Thank you, donor, you will be blessed if you accumulate good deeds."

"Master, is there anything in my shop..." Old Li thought to himself that the other party was a monk after all, could he help him see some Feng Shui?

"Donor, believe in science and stay away from superstition." The monk looked at him solemnly: "The business in your store will be good." After that, he turned around and left.

"I..." Old Li opened his mouth, and it felt so strange when he said this from a monk's mouth.

"This monk is obviously rich and still wants food?" waiter Xiao Cai muttered: "The boss is kind, he won't be deceived, right?"

"Is rich?" He looked at Xiao Cai in surprise and found that the monk left the donkey meat restaurant and went directly to Aunt Liu's stall, took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it over.

"Maybe it's because the money is not too bad." Old Li smiled embarrassedly. It was just a bowl of noodles. He talked about whether to cheat or not, but he seemed stingy when he said it.

At this time, Aunt Liu on the opposite side had already found the money. The monk reached out to take the change and sesame cakes, but did not put them away. Instead, he took a few quick steps and stuffed everything into the hands of a ragged old man who picked up scatters.
Chapter completed!