The glory of the king

Chapter 206 The Monk
The old man naturally understood the child's painstaking efforts, but he didn't want to embarrass the child.As long as the child is willing to come every day, she doesn't care about anything.

But they hadn't chatted for a few words, at this moment, a person appeared at the entrance of the alley, and walked towards the alley unhurriedly.

Peasley looked at the man.

I saw that this person was only 1.5 meters tall, with a fat head and big ears, with huge earlobes that drooped to his shoulders.A round and straight belly seemed to be pregnant in October, but it didn't affect his vigorous pace in the slightest.

What surprised Peasley the most was the other party's bald head, upon closer inspection, there were actually two ring scars on it.

According to Peasley, monks usually have six or eight ring scars on their heads.

But this monk has only two ring scars, which is really strange.

However, in Jixia Academy, he once heard a teacher who believed in Buddhism say that many ring scars of monks were not tapped at once.But in the process of practice, depending on the realm of practice, one by one point up.

The more ring scars, the higher the monk's realm of cultivation.The highest state is the twelve ring scars, which are commonly known as "Bodhisattva rings".It's just that those who can reach this level are generally only old monks of the Tathagata level.

But at this moment, this squat monk who looked about 40 to [-] years old and had only two ring scars on his head was obviously not at home in the realm of Buddha cultivation.

Under Peasley's gaze, the chunky monk with a smile on his face walked straight towards the old man's stinky tofu stand.

He opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Peasley, then looked at the Liang family standing aside, and finally looked at the old man, put his hands together and bowed to the old man with a smile:
"Amitabha, old benefactor, the poor monk is a wandering monk. He has not eaten or drank for a few days. He has no intention of passing by here. May I ask for a bowl of stinky tofu from you?"

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly performed a woman's courtesy and said, "Of course, please sit down. I'll go and prepare a bowl of vegetarian food for you."

The chunky monk nodded with a smile: "Thank you, benefactor."

When the old man turned around to prepare stinky tofu, Pisley sat at the table, propped his chin with one hand, looked curiously at the short and fat monk, and asked:
"Master, why do you monks have hands and feet and don't go to work, but go around begging like beggars?"

The chunky monk smiled and said, "This is not begging, this is begging for kindness."

"Oh~" Peasley nodded suddenly, "I don't understand."

The short and fat monk's smile froze slightly, and he continued: "The Buddha's heart is good. We monks are the disciples of the Buddha, representing the will of the Buddha. Doing good to us is doing good to the Buddha. The Buddha will therefore bless those who do good. .”

Peasley nodded thoughtfully.

At this time, the chunky monk asked instead: "That's right. The little benefactor should be a Glory Warrior."

Peasley smiled: "Why do you see that?"

The chunky monk said with a smile: "The little benefactor has an extraordinary temperament, and his eyes are bright. There is a faint wind in his gestures, which is not something ordinary people can do."

Peasley nodded: "Grandmaster has a good opinion. It seems that the master is just like the next one, a distinguished fighter of glory?"

The chunky monk nodded with a smile: "Dare to ask what level of Glory Warrior my little brother is. For some reason, the poor monk can't see through it."

Peasley said with a smile: "Master, I am laughing, although I am lucky to have the Eye of Mulla, but it is a pity that the innate evaluation is only the level of black iron.

In other words, my cultivation speed is really too slow.After 15 years of cultivation, he was able to reach the advanced level of black iron.There is still no way to reach the peak, let alone bronze and silver. "

Hearing this, the chunky monk finally had a real smile on his smiling face.

He went on to say: "It's okay, the little benefactor is still young, as long as he works hard, he will have a bright future. But..."

Speaking of this, the smile on the chunky monk's face suddenly seemed like countless small switches were suddenly turned off, and there was no trace of a smile.

It was like being sucked into the skin by his chubby face.

"If you want to have a bright future, you must live well."

Hearing the other party's sullen voice, and looking at the monk whose face suddenly changed, Pisley still smiled and said: "What the master said is too reasonable."

When the chunky monk saw this, the smile switch on his face seemed to be turned on suddenly, and the whole face changed back to a smile:
"In this case, can the little benefactor take care of the poor monk's face and hand over those people over there to the poor monk, and the poor monk will take them to the place where they should go."

"No."

Peasley imitated the other party's expression.Answer with a smile.

The smile on the chunky monk's face froze again, and his voice became a little colder:

"Benefactor, you may not have heard what the poor monk said just now. Then the poor monk reminds the benefactor again: Only by living first can you have a bright future."

Peasley nodded and praised: "What the master said is too reasonable!"

The chunky monk looked at him with caring eyes for the mentally retarded, and asked, "Are you sure you understand?"

Peasley nodded: "Of course I understand."

"In this case, it's okay to let the poor monk take them away?" the squat monk continued to ask.

"No." Peasley still smiled.

The chunky monk was obviously stunned for a moment, and the next moment, the smile on his face suddenly burned, and in an instant, the original kind eyebrows and kind eyes suddenly turned into an extremely terrifying grimace!

"Isn't it good to be alive?" The chunky monk's voice began to become hoarse.

Seeing this scene, the old lady who just brought stinky tofu was so frightened that the porcelain bowl in her hand fell to the ground, and it shattered into countless pieces with a "ding bell".

At this moment, countless pieces of bowl fragments on the ground suddenly floated up strangely by themselves, and immediately shot towards Peasley with a "swish" like a bullet.

If this is an ordinary person, I am afraid that he will be penetrated into a hornet's nest in no time.Even if it is a black iron warrior, I am afraid that the end will be similar.

But unfortunately, Peasley is not an ordinary person after all.Not even an ordinary black iron warrior...

"Yeah, isn't it good to live?"

As soon as Peasley finished speaking, the bowl fragments flying towards him suddenly stopped an inch in front of him, and could no longer move forward half a millimeter.

The chunky monk seemed to have sensed something, and a frightened expression suddenly appeared on the ghost's face!

"You are not a black iron warrior!!! You are..."

Before the chunky monk could finish his sentence, all the bowl fragments that had been standing in front of Pisley suddenly turned around and shot towards the chunky monk instead.

One of the largest fragments shot directly into the chunky monk's Adam's apple, and penetrated out from the back of the other's neck.

(End of this chapter)