Fellow Daoist, Your Script Is So Beautiful

Chapter 444 You put this cockroach?

Zhiming walked in the city of Xun Kingdom, and beside Zhiming, he was naturally followed by the "tomboy" circle center.

At this time, Yuanxin had already changed into clean clothes.

Zhiming originally wanted to dress Yuanxin in normal women's clothing.

But Yuanxin refused.

Perhaps wearing men's clothes, with short shaved hair, the center of the circle has a sense of security.

Yuan Xin really doesn't like to expose her identity as a woman.

But having said that, Yuan Xin is a lay disciple. Although he is not fully shaved, but with short hair and short hair, it fits perfectly with Yuan Xin's image of following Zhiming.

In fact, at this time, after Yuan Xin washed and changed into clean clothes, and washed away the mud, Yuan Xin really looked so pretty, and even a little quiet.

It's just that what Yuanxin showed by following Zhiming's side was not so well-behaved.

"Go back."

Walking on the bustling street, Zhiming said softly.

Just now she stole the center of a woman's purse, she was still complacent just now, but when she heard Zhi Ming's voice, Yuan Xin froze for a moment.

"Return it as soon as possible, otherwise, the little monk will return it for Yuan Xin, and then take you to apologize in person, Amitabha."

Zhiming clasped his palms together and recited the Buddha's name once.

Yuan Xin curled her lips. Although she felt very uncomfortable, she finally walked back again and secretly put the money bag she just stole back on the other party's waist.

The technology is extremely proficient, and that person didn't even notice it.

"Put it back."

After half a stick of incense, Yuan Xin walked back to Zhi Ming's side, but Zhi Ming didn't seem to have any intention of repenting.

In fact, over the course of the year.

This is not the first time Yuanxin has stolen something.

Whether it's a passerby's purse or a meat bun on the street, she would steal it from time to time.

But every time it will be found by the center of the circle.

"Master, please do me a favor, I beg you, please do me a favor, give me some money, Master"

At this moment, a beggar climbed up and begged towards the center of the circle.

"roll!"

Yuan Xin let out a drink, and wanted to kick the other party's begging bowl away.

But Zhiming pulled the center of the circle in time.

Yuan Xin took a look at Zhi Ming beside him, and also retracted her feet resentfully, and took a step back with some "grievance" with her hands behind her back:

"Aren't I worried that the other party will stain your clothes, Master?"

Zhiming ignored the center of the circle, but put a little bit of silver into his bowl.

"Thank you master, thank you master"

The beggar quickly kowtowed and ran away with the bowl in hand.

"Why did you just do that?"

Zhiming asked about the center of the circle.

"He was begging, but before, Yuanxin was also begging, why didn't he know how to sympathize with the other party?"

"Master, he has hands and feet, he can work as a helper or as a mistress, no matter what, he won't starve to death.

The other party doesn't even want to go, it's obvious that they want to get something for nothing. This kind of person is not worthy of sympathy. "

Yuan Xin squeezed her little hand, and looked at Zhi Ming with blinking eyes.

"But didn't you also have hands and feet before, and you could also be a waiter in a shop, and you can't die of hunger, why are you still begging, Yuanxin?"

"How could Master say that?"

The center of the circle has a small mouth.

"She's a girl. What if someone else finds out about it, what can I do? Although there are good people in this world, there are not many good people like Master."

"Center, as I said, good people shouldn't be pointed at with guns."

"No, didn't Master accept Yuanxin as his disciple voluntarily?"

Zhiming took a deep look at Yuanxin, and finally shook his head, put his hands together in obeisance, and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

Zhiming continued to walk forward, and Yuanxin continued to follow behind Zhiming:

"Master, why are you teaching me spells?"

"later."

"But Master, I have been with you for a year."

"Later."

"But disciples have heard from others that the sooner you practice, the better? If it's too late, wouldn't disciples miss the opportunity to practice?"

"No, practice is only related to your heart."

"I don't understand, but Master, how late am I going?" Yuan Xin said dissatisfied.

Zhiming stopped, put his hands together, and looked up at the sky: "I don't know"

That night, Zhiming found an inn to stay.

Zhiming and Yuanxin lived separately.

After all, men and women are different.

Separate when eating.

Yuan Xin secretly ordered a chicken.

Zhiming knew it, but didn't try to stop it.

The wine and meat passed through the intestines, but the Buddha kept it in his heart.

If there is no Buddha in the heart, what about wine and meat?

The center of the circle is not a monk, Zhiming doesn't care about drinking and eating meat.

It's just that when Zhiming just finished eating his vegetarian dishes, he heard the noise from the next door.

Zhiming sighed and walked out.

At this time, the center of the circle is reprimanding a junior:

"What's the matter with you? Why eat a chicken and have such a big cockroach?!

I do not care! money back!

Give me my money back!

Beware I curse you!

Give me another pot, Master"

Halfway through Yuanxin's speech, he saw Zhiming walking out of the room.

Zhiming walked to the side of Xiao Er, and gently helped Xiao Er up: "This benefactor, I don't know what happened."

Zhiming would not ask about the center of the circle.

Because there is little point.

"This master."

The shop waiter wiped off his sweat, he knew that the two were traveling together.

And because the owner of the store believes in Buddhism, he specially said hello and wanted to treat these two well.

"It's a small problem. It's a small negligence. This young man ate a cockroach in his roast chicken. Please calm down and don't tell the boss. The young man will make up for it."

The restaurant will not punish the cook, after all, the cook is hard to find, but the waiter is easy.

The last thing to blame is that the owner of the store just blamed Xiao Er for not being good-looking, so he didn't notice it.

Zhiming helped the shop waiter up, walked into the room, and looked at the cockroach in the oil paper that had been baked to a slightly blackened state.

Then Zhiming looked at the candle on the table again.

"It's okay, the benefactor doesn't need to blame himself, it's so late, I'm bothering the benefactor."

Zhiming said to the waiter with a smile.

"Master, how about me, I'll send another chicken over to Master." The waiter suddenly felt guilty, thinking it was his mistake.

"It's really all right."

Zhiming recited a Buddha's name.

"As long as the donor is kind to others in the future and believes, good will be rewarded."

"Thank you, Master, for having a lot."

Xiao Er was also moved and wiped away tears, and after imitating Zhi Ming, he left slowly.

Zhiming turned around and looked at the center of the circle.

Yuan Xin looked at Zhi Ming innocently.

Zhiming closed the door and said slowly, "You put this cockroach?"

(end of this chapter)