My metaphysics is so accurate that the whole internet is begging me to come out.

If someone asked You Mengzhi before, what is the most painful thing in the world.

You Mengzhi would probably answer that it is difficult to see a stranger after being separated from flesh and blood.

If asked in detail, what is the most painful thing for her.

You Mengzhi replied that he could not go back to the Yunqing Temple, he could not kowtow to his master again, and he could not see his brothers again.

But if someone asks You Mengzhi now, what is the most painful thing in the world.

You Mengzhi will definitely answer without thinking, and he will be caught red-handed by fabricating bad things about the other party.

This is not just pain, but mixed with guilt, embarrassment, and shame. I wish I could dig out a three-bedroom, living room, kitchen and bathroom with my toes.

Especially after they were talking about their plans just now and fabricating sadomasochistic love stories for each other, the other party held on to his body, which had not yet transformed, and looked like he was protesting strongly.

Some people died, but some people died directly.

And everything that came before was overthrown.

I understand, now I have become a bit confused. Xiao Baihua pouted with tears in front of the domineering president and said the famous saying of self-improvement.

And these people are just part of the fun.

Without even thinking about it, You Mengzhi raised his hand and threw the coins in his hand into the wishing well.

The Nine-section Dragon by the wishing pool was completely confused when he heard what his temple master had just shouted:

"what?!"

"Didn't that mean he heard what we just said!?"

"Wow, really, this water is still bubbling!!! Is he angry!?"

"What should I do? What should I do? Why did the temple owner throw him into the pond? Then where should I sleep?!"

"Master, have you read any novels? What should we do next?!"

You Mengzhi didn't dare to say anything and walked away. Jiujielong couldn't wait for the reply from his patron, so he started to look around, but the people Jiujielong saw avoided their eyes.

Daochang Ge: "I remembered. I seem to have asked someone to check his pulse. He seems to be dead. I have to hurry. I'm leaving first."

Gongga: "I remembered, the rice hasn't been cooked in the toilet yet, I'll go cook it first."

As for She Qui, he had already followed You Mengzhi as he left.

Jiujielong looked at the figures leaving one by one, and felt as if there was a ball of fire in his chest, and couldn't help shouting:

"You bad guys!"

The roar startled the birds that happened to fly by and fled even faster.

Jiujielong was very angry, and the consequences were serious.

In the next two days, there were no fresh ingredients in the dishes in the Taoist temple.

In the dining hall.

You Meng held the rim of the bowl in one hand and couldn't put down the chopsticks with the other. She Qian was nibbling on the rice cakes beside her. Even Taoist Ge, who was usually the most kind-hearted person, couldn't help but sigh.

Gongga, who had already taken care of all the dining hall affairs, shrank his head:

"Don't sigh, everyone. Although this dish is not too fresh and a bit unpalatable, don't worry -

Tomorrow’s will be even stale and even more unpalatable.”

Listen, does this make sense?

You Mengzhi glared angrily, and Gongga lowered his head with a guilty conscience, and took several bites of the rice cooker in succession.

Daochang Ge sighed again:

"There's nothing you can do, don't blame him."

"Senior Ah Jiu has not dared to go down to the Wishing Pond recently. He sleeps on the eaves every day. He is inevitably a little angry. However, the temple owner gave him all the money for safekeeping. If Ah Jiu doesn't approve the money, we can only eat rice dumplings and leeks."

"How about the master of the temple go and comfort Senior Ah Jiu?"

You Mengzhi finally closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, picked up the obviously burnt piece of rice cake in the bowl, and put it into his mouth:

"I think the rice dumplings are quite delicious. What do you think?"

Everyone raised their chopsticks in unison:

"The patron is wise."

Jiujielong's situation is not complicated either, it's social death. And since it has been decided to keep Xinlong, this social death will be infinitely magnified.

Who dares to persuade me again?

If you can persuade, what can you do?

Instead of getting involved in the possible emotional entanglements between Xinlong and Jiujielong, it would be better to eat crispy rice and then walk around the pond.

A group of people were immersed in eating hard. Gongga seemed to suddenly think of something, and his expression was shocked, with a sense of joy in claiming credit:

"Master Guan, I remembered something."

"When I went out to the Taoist temple to pick up free leeks in the past two days, I saw two people poking their heads outside the Taoist temple."

"As long as I go over, they both pretend to talk, but every time they say something that is not nutritious, such as 'Have you eaten?' 'I have eaten, what about you?' 'I have eaten too.' These words. "

"Last time, the person who brought the second body to Senior Ah Jiu's husband-in-law, when he came to report the news, did he say that someone might want to attack the Taoist temple?"

"Are these two people those people?"

This news really cheered up a group of people who had been working hard.

The people Gongga described were obviously the cult believers that Wang Dafu mentioned when he reported the news earlier.

If I remember correctly, the strategy they used to deal with Yunqing Temple was to discredit the Taoist temple, force everyone in the Taoist temple to leave, and then let their 'black-clothed leader' come into the temple.

At this point in time, isn’t this the perfect time to live!

You Mengzhi put down his chopsticks with a serious face:

"I want to rectify these people who have evil intentions towards Taoist temples, collect some money, and improve the things in the bowl. What do you think?"

Everyone bowed their heads and bowed:

"The patron is wise!"

The way to dream:

"Then let's talk about the countermeasures?"

Gongga looked excited:

"Knock him unconscious and bring him in, clean out the money, and then throw it out?"

"They are people with ulterior motives anyway, so we don't need to feel any psychological burden."

Daochang Ge glanced at Gongga with disapproval:

"Reckless man!"

"How could you do this?"

"Of course - bring them in after being knocked unconscious, remove the money, and then educate them to let them know -

If they don't understand what Jingshu Dao is, then Pindao also knows a little bit about fists and kicks. "

"Ahem, then throw it out."

Gongga hesitated to speak, but She Qui, who had always remained silent, had a different suggestion:

"I go."

You Mengzhi coaxed softly:

"That's a dirty word, brother Jiji, you can't say it!"

She Jin's originally calm expression suddenly fell apart. She squeezed You Mengzhi's hand at the dining table and found her voice after a long while:

"I mean, I'm going to find them."

"I will plant a Gumantong for them. As long as the Gumantong stays with them for a day, or less than a day, I can find out how many people they have, where their stronghold is, and what they want to do."

"With just one report, we can resolve this matter without bloodshed."

She Jin's narrow eyes narrowed slightly and returned to normal in an instant:

"If you want money, we can squeeze it out before reporting it."

"After the exploitation, report it and we will improve the food, killing two birds with one stone."

Happy New Year, my dears! ! !