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Chapter 206 Chaos

In the temple of Nuo Da, Qing Jing was sitting beside her drinking, she was so drunk that she was about to fall asleep.

Chen Bufei rushed in angrily and kicked him, "Why is it so messy?"

"Hey, young man, what do you mean by this sentence? What is a miasma! This is a celebration." Qing Jing was drunk, and looked at Chen Bufei in a daze.

"Why is your little brother like Chen Bufei?"

Come on, in this state, if you want to talk about something serious, it must be impossible.The temple was deserted, and Qing Jing talked about recruiting disciples, but in fact there were only a few people, counting with one hand, all of them were working in the yard.

Chen Bufei turned around and found no sign of Qingsheng, "Where is Master Qingsheng?"

"The master has gone down the mountain to make alms."

"Didn't I leave a lot of money in the temple?"

"Boss Chen doesn't understand, but Master Qingsheng is dedicated to practicing." The young monk who worked was full of reverence for Qingsheng.

Chen Bufei smiled and didn't say it, did he dare to say that the little monk in front of him has been fooled by Qingsheng, and went down the mountain for alms?Chen Bufei didn't believe it, he could make a wine and meat monk back to his word, it can only be said that there is a better temptation of wine and meat.

Chen Bufei made a good guess. Qing Sheng really went to a very good wine shop at the bottom of the mountain. He stayed there day and night, even under the name of telling the fortune of the tavern.

Although the temple is spacious and there are few people, it is expensive because of the constant incense. Chen Bufei sat down at the entrance of the hall, lit a cigarette and smoked it carelessly.

Qingjing had already arranged Chen Bufei's residence, which was in a particularly remote room on the left. Chen Bufei had nothing to do today, so he walked over to take a look.

The room is simply decorated, except for a bed, a pillow and a chair. If Chen Bufei lived in this kind of place, he would probably become an immortal in a few days.

The room is cold, and there is not a trace of dust on the table. It is obvious that someone comes to clean it up every day.

Chen Bufei lay on the cold bed and rested for a while. The wooden bed was hard and Chen Bufei was uncomfortable lying on it, but he slept soundly.

When he was sleeping, he could still smell the faint scent of incense. It was rare that Chen Bufei had no dreams and had a peaceful sleep.

The sun was setting in the west, casting a fluorescent red shadow in the room. When Chen Bufei opened his eyes, he saw Qing Jing's enlarged face.

"Fuck, you're going to scare me to death!" Chen Bufei stepped back abruptly.

The Qing Jing in front of me has a mustache and a blue robe, but it has been washed and faded. His long hair tied up reminds everyone that he is still a Taoist priest.

Qingjing squinted her eyes and smiled, "How is it? I have carefully decorated the room, and it has all the mechanisms. Don't move around."

"Old man." Chen Bufei rubbed his temples helplessly, "Could it be that you set up a formation for me?"

"Otherwise, why do you think you don't have nightmares!" Qing Jing stared at the center of Chen Bufei's eyebrows, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the breath had really faded away.

There was a sudden noise at the door, and Chen Bufei forgot to ask Qing Jing about the painting.

"Sponsor, this is a temple, not an inn." The young monk who was talking to Chen Bufei just now was standing at the door and was seriously reasoning with a drunkard.

"There is a door and a house. Isn't your Buddhist family doing good deeds? Hurry up and let me in, and then give me some vegetarian food. Is this what it's called?" The man hiccupped and smelled of alcohol.

"Benefactor." The little monk politely raised his hand to support his wobbly body that was about to fall.

Chen Bufei watched from not far away, Qing Jing and Qing Sheng were the same breed, he never thought that he could bring out such a polite disciple.

This handsome disciple might become a future master, Chen Bufei thought about it for himself, when the drunk suddenly pushed the little monk away with a slamming sound.

"Go away, I don't stop those broken rules, you won't let me in, I'll go in by myself!" The drunk really walked inside.

"The benefactor!" The little monk kowtowed on his forehead, straightened his clothes and walked over to block the drunk man, saying earnestly, "It's not that the Buddhist family does not pass through the world, it's that the benefactor reeks of alcohol."

It was disrespectful to the Buddha before he was interrupted by the drunkard, "What! Do you want to watch me die! Do you want..."

Qingjing, who was standing nearby watching the excitement, rushed over and held down the drunkard's arm, using a gentle force to stop him from moving. Qingjing still had two strokes, so the drunkard had to beg for mercy if he wanted to speak again.

Qing Jing said casually, "Boy, my apprentice said that if you don't let in, you won't let in!"

"You ruined temples, fake monks, I'm sorry!"

Qing Jing really has a good temper, she was scolded a few times without a head and no face, and faced the drunk with a smile, Qing Jing pulled his body around and suddenly kicked his ass.

The man fell and ate shit, Chen Bufei couldn't help but slap his hands because of the excitement.

"Fuck, can I give you the money?" The drunkard faced the ground and began to cry.

"My wife cheated on her and raised a jerk, and she used my wallet to raise a jerk! My money is all bought with my life, she knows what a fart! Knows a fart!" The man simply couldn't get up.

He struggled to take out a small stone from his pocket. There were words engraved on the dark blue stone, which seemed to be a person's name.

"Is this enough!" The man stood up with his hands, tears and soil mixed together, and the man's face turned into mud.

Chen Bufei and Qing Jing noticed the thing in his hand, and almost said in unison, "Where did it come from?"

"Fuck, you bastards, this is an antique! Do you know about antiques? Have you ever seen such an old treasure? Let me tell you that this is on a stone tablet. I will knock one off."

The man's words were confused, and he suddenly fell upside down with a bang.

This stele is the same as that painting, Chen Bufei speculates, could it be that the man in front of him is the Tufuzi who works for Master Bao?

"Kong Jing, bring him in."

"Yes, Master."

Qing Jing's tone changed, and Chen Bufei stopped him before he was about to run away, "What do you mean?"

"Have you discussed with Lord Bao to dig a hole for me to jump in?" Chen Bufei lit a cigarette with teasing eyes.

He looked a little careless, "Is it my crazy body, or my two shabby shops? Could it be that you have taken a fancy to the Golden Drum Tower, that shabby place?"

Chen Bufei suppressed his anger, with a knife in his words.

Qing Jing clicked his tongue, and stared at Chen Bufei with unclear eyes. Chen Bufei really wanted to kick him to death. It's an annoying thing.

"I don't like your crap." Qing Jing said with disgust, "The painting was given to you by Lord Bao. Aren't you going to deal with Chen Hua?"

"How do you know?" Chen Bufei looked at the old man Qing Jing in surprise, he could faintly hear himself grinding his teeth.

"I'm a priest."

"so what?"

"I know what I want to know." Qing Jing smiled at Chen Bufei with an inscrutable face, but Chen Bufei had nothing to do with him.

(End of this chapter)