Alien Snack Bar

Jianghu guests looked at each other and shook their heads, indicating that they did not believe.

"The situation at the time was like this." Qin Fei quickly ran to the door and came to a scene to reproduce.

"He chased me into the kitchen. I suddenly thought of Jing Yu as the king of Qin, and Qin Wang walked around the column. So I circled around the stove and ran and ran. He chased and chased, then he suddenly Grabbed the kitchen knife on my case, laughed and said it was his sword!"

"I said, that is clearly my kitchen knife!"

"He said, no matter what, it is his sword."

"Then I wiped my neck with a knife. What can I do?"

Qin Fei was so tired that he spread his hands and looked at the Jianghu guests: "Do you believe now?"

Jianghu guest always keeps on editing, I almost believe it.

At this time, Zhu Xiaotian stood up and said a sentence, which is to help Qin Fei solve the encirclement: "The river has a sign of ignorance, and the mind is confused, suicide is possible."

Recalling the behavior of the river, the rivers and lakes secretly nodded, this reason can be said to be able to pass.

In other words, this small shop owner is purely lucky, just hit the river and mad, committed suicide?

Qin Fei gratified to see Zhu Xiaotian, but there is a clear understanding.

In fact, Qin Fei really did not lie, he must not admit it.

Although acknowledging the killing of the river will make him have a great reputation, but it will bring a constant source of trouble, in case one day out of a martial arts master said to be a poster for the river, Qin Fei could not stand.

In addition to his looks, he has always been very self-aware.

Qing Mingshan Jianfeng duel, so the end of a strange event, Jianghu guests feel that the body is not right, the first Qingzhou first swordsman, actually died in a kitchen knife, everyone dejected and left.

Qin Fei cleaned the blood in the store, and the black cat stared at the knives.

Suddenly, the black cat screamed and turned to Qin Fei’s arms and shivered.

Qin Fei just noticed this scene. The heart, the cat, the dog and the dog can see things that people can't see. Is there a resentment of the dead on the kitchen knife?

Anyway, killing the knife, Qin Fei will not be used to cut vegetables, just throw it out from the window.

Immediately, Qin Fei took the cat and left the kitchen, ready to fold the snack bar through the system. Unexpectedly, the kitchen knife flew back and hanged in a pile of knives, but it was impossible to tell who was who.

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Qin Fei went down the mountain, did not return to Qingzhou City, and found a farmer to stay overnight.

On the second morning, go straight to the east and plan to cross the city and see the sea.

It is said that Qin Fei is so big, has not seen the sea, so decided to go and see.

He did not take the carriage to take the official road, but went up a mountain path. I heard that there is a Wuliang Temple in Wuliang Mountain. The vegetarian food in the temple is especially delicious.

Living in a mountainous area like Qingzhou, the rugged mountain road is also flat, and Qin Fei is flying fast.

Walking and walking, there is a gray coat in front of the mountain road. It looks like a young man, but he is especially pious. Every three steps, it is a bowing ceremony.

Like a big cockroach crawling slowly on the mountain road.

Qin Fei did not bother him and went on.

Soon, Qin Fei came to a high place and looked out into the distance. It was faintly able to see a Buddhist temple built in the mountains of Chongshan. A quaint and melodious bell came, and the wild screams and the birds screamed. Qin Fei felt Very artistic.

As the so-called Wangshan ran dead horse, although you can see the Buddha Temple in the distance, it must be arrived in the evening. Qin Fei is not hungry now.

I took the materials locally, picked some wild vegetables, and then cooked a pot of porridge.

Portulaca has the effect of clearing away heat and detoxification. It is cooked in porridge and has a fragrant smell. Qin Fei did not put salt into the porridge, so he ate it so lightly.

Sometimes it tastes too much to eat, and occasionally eats a light wash and stomach, very comfortable.

At this time, the little monk who worshipped all the way was not ill, and appeared in the eyes of Qin Fei.

Looking at him, no matter how many times he repeated, he was sincere and sincere, and Qin Fei was somewhat admired. He said, "Little master, have something to eat?"

The little monk looked up and looked at Qin Fei a little.

"It's a porridge." Qin Fei was afraid of misunderstanding and explained one sentence.

The little monk has been tossing for so long, naturally he is hungry, and he swallows his mouth: "The donor is compassionate."

After that, the little monk squatted again. Qin Fei couldn’t sit still. Wouldn’t he have a bowl of porridge? As for the big gift?

The result was that the young monk did not fly to Qin, but it was still in the Buddha. The distance of more than ten feet was not willing to be lazy. It took a long time to finally reach Qin Fei.

"Some cool." Qin Fei handed him a bowl of porridge.

The young monk rubbed his hands on the dirty robes, and the town was reconnected: "Thank you for the donor."

The little monk looked very hungry, but he only took a sip, and suddenly his face changed greatly, and the bowl was put down.

"Do you want me to give you a hot?" Qin Fei asked.

The little monk shook his head, stood up, and folded his hands together: "The monks are sleeping in the wind, not so much. Just eating the porridge of the donor, Xiao Yan suddenly moved the common thoughts, sin, sin!"

Hey, why don’t you eat porridge?

However, it is not possible to think about it. Qin Fei asked: "What kind of custom?"

The little monk hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "My Buddhist disciples should have been empty, but I just ate the donor porridge and suddenly remembered the mother of the world."

"When I was young, my family was poor, my father died early, and my mother went to the mountains to pick the purslane and cook it. The taste was cooked with the donor."

Speaking of this, the little monk sinned again.

Qin Fei suddenly has a nameless fire: "I miss the mother, how can it become a sin?"

"Into the Buddhism, I have gone with the wind in the world, only the Buddha, is the parents of Xiaoyan." The little monk eyes, nose, heart, a look of unmovable.

The more uncomfortable Qin Fei listened, the more he said with him, but the little monk was deeply convinced that Buddhism, Qin Fei, a layman, how to say each other.

Later, Qin Fei was forced to rush: "You keep saying that I am Buddha, have you seen Buddha?"

The little monk finally silenced, and after half a sigh, he said: "Small sorrow is not enough, and the Buddha has not yet been seen."

"But my Master said that as long as you meet someone who wears clothes, it is a Buddha."

When Qin Fei heard it, he immediately went through the clothes: "I am Buddha?"

The little monk looks painful, I am afraid that he himself feels that this statement is ridiculous, and he is in tears.

Qin Fei looked at the little monk and said that he cried, sighed and patted his shoulder: "The Buddha itself is good, but there is a degree in everything, too much fire, it becomes a demon."

The little monk looked up at him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ thoughtfully.

Qin Fei re-given him a bowl of porridge, the little monk hesitated for a moment, after all, ate.

Immediately, the little monk turned and went down the mountain...

postscript.

Late at night, the little monk took courage and knocked on the door of a farmer's house.

"Who?" asked a female vicissitude.

"It's me." The little monk's throat moved.

There was a rush of sound in the room, and an old woman opened the door: "Children... but the master is going to be a fate? I am going to pick you up."

The little monk looked at her mother. She wandered up and opened the door, and the clothes were actually worn. In the blink of an eye, he understood what he was crying. "Mother, the child is not filial!"

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