C74 (1/2)

The man was a monk with long eyebrows and a straw hat. He wore an almond yellow cassock, and he looked very old. He carried a smooth bamboo cane in one hand, and carried some luggage on his back. He looked like a monk walking on four sides.

The little girl was crying and feeling very sad. Seeing this, she was even angrier. She picked up a handful of dirt from the ground and threw it at the monk, causing the ducks in front of her to fly all over the place.

The monk said with a laugh, ”Don't worry, I'll help you.”

As he spoke, he was already in front of the duckweed. He raised the bamboo cane horizontally in the air and pointed it at the flock of ducks. He then said, ”How dare you, you featherless animals, incriminate us?”

As he spoke, he waved his other sleeve, like the wind blowing.

Strangely, these few unremarkable jokesters actually possessed boundless power. The ducks that had been flying high in the sky all obediently descended from the sky.

The little girl who was initially worried that the duck would run away and was grieving immediately stopped crying upon seeing this. She opened her watery eyes and looked at the monk strangely.

The long-browed monk let out a ”ha” and said, ”Kid, why aren't you splitting up the duck food properly? Do you still want them to peck at you?”

As he said that, he waved his sleeves non-stop, causing the wind to howl in the air. It was this period of time that had intimidated the thousands of ducks into submission.

Having been reminded by the monk, the little girl hurriedly picked up the vat and split the duck.

During this process, the thousands of ducks were frightened by the monk's sleeve wind, and only after the monk had suddenly stopped did they repeat themselves, squawking and rushing forward, as they all began to gobble down the food.

The long-browed monk laughed, ”See, isn't that good? The next time you feed the ducks, remember to put on a raincoat so they won't peck you. ”

The little girl originally hated him for teasing her, but unexpectedly, she had done him such a great favor. She didn't care about the pain or the red on her body as she smiled at the monk.

”You really are a good monk. Help me feed the ducks.” ”Hmm, your eyebrows are so long!”

The monk laughed and said, ”Is this Wuxi County?” Little miss, do you know? ”

”Of course it's Wu Xi.”

As she spoke, she carried the two empty buckets and walked out of the duck camp. However, she strangely sized up the monk and said, ”Eh, you're not a monk from the temple here?”

”No, no.” The monk said.

”Then where did you come from?” The little girl said.

”As a monk, he has the entire world as his home. Why do you care where he comes from?” The monk said.

This little girl was at least twelve or thirteen years old, but she was actually quite good at talking. Her eyes were both large and lively, and she was just constantly looking around.

”Monk, what's your name?” The little girl said.

”Monks do not have names, only magic names. ”Oh right, just call me monk!”

At this point, he saw half of the woman's body stick out from the kitchen and shout from a distance, ”Silver Flower, you dead bastard, are you feeding the ducks to the horizon?”

The little girl named ”Silver Flower” stuck her tongue out in fear and said to the monk, ”My mom is going to hit me, so I have to go.”

He turned to the woman and said loudly, ”Mom, there's a monk with karma here.”

He picked up the wooden bucket and walked towards the woman.

As soon as she heard that there was a monk, the woman hurriedly walked out of the kitchen while tidying her clothes.

At this time, the long-browed monk slowly walked over. He clasped his hands together and greeted the woman, ”Amitabha, this female benefactor has arrived.”

Ah!” The woman wiped her hands on her apron and said, ”Big Master, don't be too polite. We are the leaders. If you want money, you have to find him. I don't …

The long-browed monk shook his head and said, ”Wrong, wrong. Monk doesn't want money. We just walked for a day and still haven't eaten. If the female donor has already prepared porridge, a bowl of porridge would be given to relieve her hunger. ”

The woman said, ”So that's how it is.”

Silver Flower hurriedly said, ”Yes, yes. I have an important guest today. My mom is busy cooking!”

The woman glared fiercely at Silver Flower and said angrily, ”Little kids, don't interrupt …” He then changed to a smiling face and said, ”Since First Master has said so, please come to the kitchen to have a meal with me!”

”Amitabha, disturb, interrupt!”

As the monk spoke, he clasped his hands and bowed to the woman, then he walked towards the kitchen with the mother and daughter.

The kitchen was occupied by two or three stove. Red flames flickered, and steaming food was on the stove. On one side of the kitchen table, there was a plate full of chicken, duck, and fish.

”Amitabha, is this an important guest?” The monk said.

It was probably because he was afraid that he would be infected by the meat. Seeing the bloodthirsty aura on the table, the old monk stopped moving his feet.

”Isn't it?” The woman pointed at the silver flowers in front of her and said, ”Her father is the postman here, and officials come and go, so it's inevitable that they receive him.”

”So that's how it is. Sorry for the disrespect.”

The monk clasped his hands and bowed again.

”I don't think it's too clean inside. Grand Master, if you don't mind, just eat outside!” the woman said.

”That's good. I'll stay in the courtyard.” The monk said.

There was a stone table nearby, and the old monk didn't hold back. He placed both his hands on the stone table, tidied it up, and then sat down on a stone drum.

The woman then brought out a bowl of porridge, a plate of steaming hot steamed buns and a small plate of local soy sauce. This was quite good.

The long-browed monk was already hungry. Upon seeing this, he could not help but eat as he said, ”Thank you! ”Many thanks!”

He began to eat and drink without a trace of politeness.

The woman secretly smiled and said, ”Master, you can use it yourself. I won't wait on you anymore.”

The old monk did not have the leisure to speak, he could only clasp his hands together and express his gratitude repeatedly.

The woman was calling for Silver Flower to go in when she heard a series of footsteps. It was so loud that the old monk stopped eating and looked up at the road.

A group of people appeared on the road. They did not resemble the officials at the entrance of the yamen, nor did they resemble people from the martial arts world. They did not resemble the escort of bodyguards, but rather, a group of men.

They gradually approached.

Aren't they a bunch of men with crops? There were a total of thirty or so people. Each of them wore a tattered straw hat and raincoats, and a pair of straw sandals. Most of them carried a pair of burdens as they walked, creaking and creaking as they walked.

Such a large gang had arrived in front of him from far away. It was as if they had walked a long way, and could no longer move once they arrived here.

The 20 or so stragglers all stopped in front of the relay station.

The station had already received the news, and a small official in official robes hurried out to receive him.

After conversing for a while, a few attendants came out. They helped each other for a while and invited all the men in the field in.