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Originally, the monk was already devastated at this moment. After all, he had made a big mistake and he couldn't even pass his own test.

He was already ready to sit here and wait for Yan Ding to return and then let him do whatever he wanted.

Whether it was punishment like eating pig intestines and then having to endure the pain of a knife twisting his intestines, or being sealed in the endless sea of ​​blood and enduring the boundless malice, he was mentally prepared.

It's just that the current situation makes him feel that his estimate of himself may be a little too high.

Originally, he claimed to be a virtuous and eminent monk. Although his moral character was lacking, the state of mind of Gujing Wubo gained from years of practice was still there. It was a basic operation to remain calm despite the overwhelming weight of Mount Tai.

As a result, now he discovered that the reason why he was able to maintain the state of mind without waves in the ancient well was probably due to the profound power of the Buddha.

Now that all his strength has gone with the demon, he is now an ordinary monk from his state of mind to his strength.

Now he is not even an eminent monk.

I can't even bear this torture of flesh and blood

Compared with the red monk whose face was suppressed, the young man sitting in front of him and eating a can seemed content.

The slightly dirty clothes look like a school uniform, and he looks like a high school student.

His lips were thick and he looked a bit honest, but his eyes looked around with a sly look. It was obvious that there was something not pure and innocent beneath this honest appearance.

You must know that in this country, as a Chinese, there are really not many people who can live a relatively comfortable life.

There was only one monk in the alley with a sad face and a red face, sitting cross-legged. In front of him was a young man sitting on the ground and eating a can.

But this monk looked like he was being executed.

The monk finally couldn't bear it anymore and said something like pleading. The young man finally raised his head, stopped eating, took a deep breath, and let out a long burp.

Following this soul-stirring belch, the monk who was sitting cross-legged somehow moved back a step.

However, it was of no use, and the monk's face was still red from suppressing it.

"It's okay, I just came over to thank you, but since you are a monk and don't eat meat, I'll eat it for you and let you smell it first." The young man touched the back of his head and laughed honestly.

The monk whose face turned red suddenly understood Yan Ding's desire to scold his mother when he faced him, but years of training prevented him from speaking out harsh words, so he could only respond euphemistically: "This smell is quite irritating, poor monk." I really can’t bear it, so please forgive me, Donor Wang. This is the kind of kindness that this poor monk takes from his heart.”

The young man placed the can in his hand on the ground in front of him, leaned forward, looked at the monk's face and said strangely: "There seems to be something wrong with the master's face.

Are you out of breath?" The concerned words reached the monk's ears, causing his chest to feel warm.

It's just that the warmth is a bit weird.

The monk felt it carefully, and then suddenly realized that he had held his breath for a long time, and now the warmth in his chest was actually due to his taking a long breath.

Not only that, as if there was a strange magic power acting on it, the monk's mind could not help but begin to feel the warm current reverberating in his chest, carefully savoring the various flavors.

Immediately, the monk's face gradually changed from a suppressed red, to an iron livid color, and the color became darker and darker, and finally turned to an iron black, and then started from black again. It gradually became lighter, and finally settled on a pale green color.

The monk only felt a twitching in his abdomen

"vomit"

After several retching sounds, the monk did not vomit out any filth, but these actions made him gasp violently. With this violent breathing, the warm current spread through the internal organs again. The somewhat relieved green complexion suddenly became as deep as a hat.

Then there was another cycle of retching, inhaling, retching again, and inhaling again.

Watching this process, the young man just rubbed the back of his head honestly and kept laughing.

It was as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

In fact, there is no necessary relationship. He just received a precious gift and suddenly wanted to thank someone who gave him this gift. Suddenly he found that this person's identity was somewhat special, so the gift he used to express his gratitude could only be He ate it himself.

This was originally a very heartwarming script.

It's just that there is a slight problem with the gift.

But the honest boy didn't think there was anything wrong with it. That kind of can was his favorite thing to eat.

And for some reason, there were always some gangsters who liked to ask him for money after school, but since he fell in love with eating these cans, no gangsters asked him for money on the way out of school anymore.

This food is a lucky food, and he hopes to share this luck with his benefactor

Although the man seemed to be unable to eat meat because he was a monk, he could let his benefactor carefully experience the wonderful smell of this food. This food that brought him luck was the only gift he could give.

It just seems like the benefactor is a little dissatisfied with this gift

That must be because the food you eat is not delicious enough, and the benefactor cannot feel your sincerity.

The boy quickly picked up the can box on the ground, picked up the tableware that his grandmother had taught him to use since he was a child, the two thin bamboo chopsticks, then put a piece of meat into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and laughed from time to time. Take a few breaths and let your benefactor feel the changes in the taste of this food every second you chew it.

Judging from the benefactor's reaction, it seems that he feels it very fully.

The monk felt that the warm current seemed to be entrenched in his chest and refused to leave, but the boy's gratitude was a bit too heavy, and the monk couldn't bear it.

But the young man didn't seem to understand the words he usually used when talking to Yan Ding, and turned a deaf ear to them.

However, the monk only knows how to chant sutras and meditate all his life. He goes out to lecture on sutras and talks to people in Buddhist Zen language. It is impossible to be understood by others.

This power that he despised the most in the past has now become the power that he desires most.

He really hoped that the donor Wang Hongzhao in front of him could understand what he said.

The gift he used to express his gratitude was something he really couldn't bear.

"Amitabha Buddha's vomiting of such precious delicacies must have its origin. It is impossible for the vomiting to come from an unknown source. The poor monk dares to ask:

What’s the name of this thing?”

The young man rubbed the back of his head and smiled:

"Canned herring."