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Lu Jingye
Practitioners
hehe.
With slender fingers caressing his upper and lower jaws, a picture first appeared in Su Changjin's mind—
Lu Jingye had a bald head, without a hair on his head, and accepted everyone's worship solemnly like a tea egg.
Do the people of Daqing know that their God of War was bald before
"Ah."
Unable to restrain his laughter, Su Changjin covered his face with his fan.
"No, what are you laughing at? What's so funny about it..."
Chi Yue didn't quite understand why Su Changjin suddenly became so virtuous, he didn't seem to have said anything he shouldn't have said, did he
Now, Su Changjin didn't realize that there are two types of practitioners: shaved ordained monks and those who practice with hair.
…
It's almost time, and the scenery of the purple bamboo forest is really good, but Su Changjin really wants to meet that magic stick named Ming Kong.
Chi Yue took his men, and Su Changjin went to the Buddhist altar with him.
When a few people arrived, there were already a huge crowd of believers. If there were no guards guarding them, they might be squeezed into the pool.
Next to the Buddhist altar, there is a pool of lotus flowers.
There are many people listening to the Buddha. Under the platform, many futons are placed for believers to recite scriptures and listen to the Buddha.
Su Changjin didn't believe in Buddhism at all, and he was even less interested in it. After getting away from the crowd, he picked a shady tree to lean against lazily.
"Su Changjin, Master Mingkong is very popular, so don't try to be mean in a while."
Following Su Changjin, Chi Yue reminded him uncomfortably that Master Mingkong was a cultivator who was deeply respected by the people. If he accidentally offended him, he was afraid that those believers would attack Su Changjin.
They don't care about your identity.
Su Changjin looked straight into the distance, his eyes were fixed, and his lips curled up slightly.
"Look at what you said, how can this king have evil intentions?"
I just want to hear how this magic stick fools these poor children.
…
The preaching began soon.
And Su Changjin finally saw the legendary magic stick.
He is tall and tall, with a clean appearance.
Unlike the patchwork clothes worn by the little monk I just saw, the people on the Buddhist altar wore dark yellow sea blue, presumably the clothes they would wear when chanting scriptures and preaching about Buddhism.
It looks like it's young, but it's not the age of a weak crown.
Su Changjin smiled lightly, but his words were somewhat unpredictable, "Master is quite young."
"Of course, but don't underestimate him, Master Mingkong is just like the third brother..."
Before he could hear what Chi Yue said, Su Changjin's eyes suddenly locked on the long distance—
Next to the magic stick, there was another person.
Tsk, really pervasive.
Lu Jingye seemed to be talking and laughing with Mingkong, the aura between the two was very harmonious, but neither of them intentionally suppressed the other's aura.
If it were her and Lu Jingye... heh.
"They know each other?"
"Brother." Chi Yue rolled his eyes, "Didn't I just say that when the third brother practiced before, he and Ming Kong were best friends."
"Of course, it must be worse than my relationship with my third brother. After all, I..."
The lecture on Buddhism had already started, and the spontaneous silence on the futon was like a chicken, and Su Changjin felt sleepy hearing it.
Ming Kong spoke at the top, and Chi Yue spoke at the bottom.
Chi Yue's chirping and chirping were all around her ears.
"Today's lecture on Buddhism is over here. If you still want to come, please come next month." The little monk next to Ming Kong made the last speech.
"Finally, today's predestined person, the uncle has also been selected."
After the little monk finished speaking, everyone looked at Ming Kong who was sitting on the rostrum, looking forward to it, waiting for who would be the last lucky one.
"No point, let's go."
The folding fan opened and closed gently, Su Changjin didn't intend to stay any longer, as there will be more people going down the mountain later, it will affect some of them to some extent.
Just as Su Xian followed her, before he could go far, he heard the voice from the high platform, with some inner strength, You Yuan—
"That boy in white, please stay."
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I have been revising the first few chapters today, and the progress has been slowed down, and I will make up later, I am guilty of sin...
Beibei, good night!
(end of this chapter)