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Chapter 60: Horror


"Good, good, little girl."

The old monk of the fairy wind and bones responded casually, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the little milk cat licking his snow-white paws as if no one was around, and suddenly reached out like lightning, pinched the skin on the neck of the little white cat and picked it up, and the poor little thing struggled in vain, trembling under the big palms like iron tongs.

"I finally caught you, what bad things did you do today, what do you want to do when you run so far."

The old monk unceremoniously gave it a brain breakdown, and only after listening to the kitten's slender and tender call did he beat his waist with satisfaction, and scolded: "You dare to pee in Lao Tzu's wooden fish, your guts are fat, look at how I clean you up at night."

"Anyway, I don't care about others, I'm going to leave one by one.

Yuzhu looked pitiful, how could this old monk of Buddhism be so absurd, and couldn't help but speak: "Master and slow, this kitten is still young, just like a child, he will always make mistakes, and the monks pay attention to compassion, why not spare it once, it is also a merit." ” The old monk carried the kitten that screamed in one hand, and touched the silver beard he had left for a long time with the other hand, and said with a smile: "You little girl doll is so unreasonable, according to what you say, as long as you are young, it doesn't matter if you make a mistake, today's cause tomorrow's results, this little thing will be punished for doing something wrong, and I want to eat tonight." ” Yuzhu secretly said that it was not good, and the old monk who had recited the scriptures all his life said that Buddhism was simply a brain disease, or use the invincible Sun Tzu's Art of War plus the necessary nonsense of working girls.

"Why is the master so angry, the monks have already jumped out of the red dust, how can they attach so much importance to external objects, the wooden fish is just a dead thing, and it is only an auxiliary thing, if the master Dharma is profound, he should be full of Buddha in his heart, why is he so attached to the wooden fish.

And the Buddha said: life is created by oneself, the phase is born from the heart, everything in the world is incarnated, the heart does not move, everything does not move, the heart does not change, everything does not change.

Satisfied, seeing the old monk's slowly flushed face, he continued narrowly: "Master, are you moved?"

"Tsk, master, your face is red, isn't it because of me, a little girl."

The old monk was so angry that he pulled off a few beards, trembling and trying to explain, but he found that he had nothing to say, he began to chant the scriptures since he could speak, and the Buddhist classics in the temple did not say that he was reciting them like a stream, at least he was familiar with them, discerning, and knowing them in his heart, and at this moment he was criticized by a little girl for being unstable, and even more, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that she was right, why would he be obsessed with the wooden fish, obviously the wooden fish has not been used for a long time, is the recent homework slack Silently and quickly recited the meditation mantra all over the side, the old monk finally calmed down, regardless of the wet soil underground, just lay on the ground, smiling kindly: "This female benefactor is really related to the Buddha, the poor monk has been taught, I don't know if I can have the honor to discuss the scriptures together" Yuzhu was dumbfounded, should this old monk be so fickle, saying that he was looking for fault, but in front of such a sincere old face, Yuzhu really couldn't open his mouth and smirk: "Master, you're kidding."

I had to say modestly: "How dare you get an axe." ” At this time, a little monk appeared out of nowhere, and when he saw the old monk, he breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Host, the second son of the Cheng family is here, waiting for you in the wing." ” The old monk sighed regretfully and said, "When Xiaoyou comes to visit, I can only miss it."

"Then he raised his feet and left.

"Huh."

Yuzhu was rejoicing that he had escaped, and suddenly heard the surprised voice of the old monk, and when he looked up, he found that the old monk had stood in front of him at some point, and his hand had reached into his hair.

"Bold."

The three mothers and maids of Yuzhu's side exclaimed in surprise, Yao's mother had already stepped forward and was about to knock off the old monk's hand.

This kind of bold behavior is frightening to the original ladies and girlfriends, but after all, they have lived for more than 20 years in modern times, and after a short period of surprise, Yuzhu waved his hand to stop Yao's mother, although he didn't move, but his voice was already stained with a chill: "What does this mean by the host master?"

The old monk only shouted: "Don't move."

"The hand still hasn't left.

Yuzhu knew that the old monk would not be like this for no reason, but he also quieted down, and comforted the angry and restless maids with his eyes.

"Little girl, I want to thank the old monk now."

The old monk stretched out something in front of Yuzhu, and his words were quite proud: "It's a shame that my eyes are good, otherwise you will cut off your head." ” Yuzhu looked at a small gray insect between the old monk's thick fingers in confusion, and Mother Xie next to him had already exclaimed: "Ghost head lice" looked at Yuzhu's eyes full of fear.

After Xie Ma's explanation, Yuzhu figured out that this ghost head lice is the most terrifying kind of lice, once dyed, the hair will be yellow and broken, and the head will be red and swollen, and it can only be completely cured by cutting off all the hair.

However, this kind of lice generally grow on beggars or livestock sleeping on the streets, and it is impossible for a noble-born, gold-honored lady like Yuzhu to be infected at all.

Yuzhu also panicked, it was lice, and he was covered in cold hairs when he thought that he might have that kind of thing on his head, "Someone must have reached out, how could Miss be infected with that thing."

Mother Xie felt that she was a little trembling, and the first time she accompanied Miss out of the house, something happened to her, in case Miss had to cut the green silk on her head, Mrs. didn't beat her family to death.

When she saw the old monk with the old god on the side, her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly stepped forward to ask: "I don't know if the master has a good prescription."

"Although I caught one, God knows if there is anything left, so I have to ask this strange monk for help.

The old monk finally showed his compassion as a monk, and he didn't talk nonsense, he nodded at a third-class maid with an unnatural face next to him with one hand, and grabbed the little white cat with the other, and took the lead in leaving.

Ruan's mother and Yao's mother hurriedly hugged Yuzhu and followed, leaving Xie's mother to interrogate the maid who was already pale and discouraged.

Grabbing the medicine powder left by the old monk, the maid's mother was busy in a mess, unloading the hairpin ring, serving hot water, and looking for a handkerchief, until Yuzhu soaked his hair in the potion, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Ruan's mother and Yao's mother led the four big girls to carefully find the strands of Yuzhu's hair soaked in the potion, if it wasn't for too much hair, I really wanted to turn it over one by one.

In the end, she found a ghost head lice that had been drugged to death, and Ruan's mother combed it carefully with the grate, and then she was a little relieved, and wiped her hair inch by inch with a dry handkerchief.

Hua Zhen stepped forward and touched it, and said strangely while curling his hair: "Miss, the hair soaked in this potion has become slippery." ” Yuzhu only thought that she was comforting herself, and she didn't have the heart to answer, or the palpitations were not gone, it was really dangerous, if she didn't happen to meet the old monk today, otherwise in this era when hair is equal to half a life, she would face something with a wry smile, and she has always disdained to fight, and she just coped with it in the face of those small fights, but she didn't expect to plant such a big heel.

She sighed, the recent days have been too pleasant, and people have been slack, which really shouldn't be.

Hua Zhen sensitively felt the cold air emanating from his own young lady, and didn't dare to say more, so he combed his hair and stood aside silently, mourning in his heart for the person who dared to deal with the young lady. gd1806102: