"You old man, you earn 600,000 yuan and you will get 500 yuan from me! Why are you thinking about it, you rooster! Am I your own disciple?"

"You little brat, aren't you afraid that you will spend money indiscriminately for you first? If you have too much money in your hand, you will easily become addicted to enjoyment and waste your practice. You must understand the good intentions of your teacher." The old man looked at Liu Jun, looking at him as if he was for your good.

You read that right, Liu Jun and others returned to the store and had some disputes with the old man about the commission issue.

"Fuck you, you old man is just stingy. I just miss you what Qingfengzi you call. You can call you stingy. I don't care, I give me 30,000. Without any credit, I have worked hard. You can share this little money, let alone buns, I want to persist until the end of the month and have to buy pickles like that!" Liu Jun said angrily.

"Eight hundred!" "Twenty thousand!" "Nine hundred", "Ten thousand", "Ten thousand", "One thousand, don't be too arrogant." "Eight thousand! As a master, you treat your disciple like this?" "Two thousand! Little bastard, why do I use your teaching as a master? As a teacher, I will save it for you first, and you will have more money in the future." "Five thousand! I believe you, I'm stingy! I also want to buy an electric car. This little money is not enough for buying a battery!" "Three thousand! Do you want it! Don't you have no money anymore. You won't buy a second-hand one first for buying an electric car!

"Okay! You're ruthless! Three thousand is only three thousand, give me money!" Liu Jun said viciously.

The old man took out three thousand yuan and slapped Liu Jun hard.

The Maoshan Sect disciple Qingfengzi and Maoshan Sect disciple Jin Qianzi, master and apprentice, held a series of unfriendly meetings on the commission issue and finally reached a consensus.

"Old man, I have a friend who also wants to learn Taoism. Character should be fine. Can you teach him?" Liu Jun took the money and walked to the door. He suddenly remembered the fat man, so he turned around and asked the old man.

Although the fat man is a bit tricky, his character is also a thing of the past. The ability to play with the little fox Bai Susu means that he is not bad. Because this kind of fox can definitely intuitively feel the good and evil of people. Just the little fox Bai Susu's personality, if the fat man is really a bad person, let alone playing together, it would be strange if he doesn't swallow it in one mouthful.

"You can bring the person here first, but even if you have the qualifications, you can only be considered a registered disciple. Also, little fox, if you eat my Grand Master's chair, I will lock you up." The first one was to Liu Jun, and the next one was to Bai Susu. She has changed back to her original form and grind her teeth on the Grand Master's chair.

Liu Jun hurried over and picked up the little fox. The Grand Master's chair was not cheap. If the old man asked him to compensate, the three thousand oceans he had just obtained might not be enough.

The fat man made a phone call when he got off the train and left the station, the fat man had to leave the phone or follow him all the time.

"Hey, fat man, I am your Brother Liu. Don't you want to learn Taoism? My master is here today. Come and take a look. The address is No. 89, Zhiyang Road."

"Damn, Brother Liu, you are my dear brother, I'll be there soon." The fat man on the other end of the phone said happily.

After a while, a taxi stopped at the door. The fat man squeezed out of the car. The moment he got out of the car, the taxi bounced upwards. The fat man saw Liu Jun and headed straight for him, and came with a big hug, almost hugging him to see the ancestor.

"Brother Liu, you are very interested. If you speak in the future, I promise that I will go there too."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, my master is waiting inside." Liu Jun said and walked into the shop. The old man was wearing a Taoist robe and slowly drinking tea on the Grand Master's chair. At first glance, he really looked like a master.

"Master, this is my friend, Mi Gang." In front of others, Liu Jun still had to call him Master. The fat man's real name is Mi Gang. He told Liu Jun his name on the train. Because of this name, Liu Jun also complained about him. Mi Gang, Mi Gang, your parents are afraid that you will not be fat.

"Sit down first, I'll look at your bone elephant first." The old man looked at the fat man with a master look.

The fat man sat on the Taishi chair with his butt, and a creaking sound came from the chair. The old man raised his eyebrows and felt ache. The fat man stretched out his hand. The old man reached out and groped on the fat man's hand for a while, and then signaled the fat man to stretch his head over. He fumbled on the fat man's head for a while. He frowned and remained silent for a long time.

"Master, is there something wrong with me?" The fat man's voice was trembling. The master frowned and was silent after touching the bones. No one would panic.

"Too fat" the old man frowned.

"What"

"I said you are too fat and didn't touch the bones." The old man repeated again. The old man, this old man didn't touch it, and he was silent.

"Although I haven't found the bone image, I look at your face image. You have no fate with the Tao and have a fate with the Buddha. I have an old friend who has always wanted to find a disciple to pass on the Dharma. Unfortunately, until I passed away, I didn't find a suitable person. In the end, I could only hand over the mental method to me and let me find it for him. Do you want to practice Buddhism and worship him as your teacher? You must know that the Buddhist teachings he practices are not worse than the Taoism I practice." Unexpectedly, the old man also had a Buddhist master as a friend. Why didn't the master save me? At least the four elements of the old man were empty, and he regarded money as dirt, Liu Jun thought.

"Well, Master, I also want to practice Buddhism, but I can't stand those precepts. It's easy to say that I shave my head, but I don't let my flesh eat it, which means I'm dead." The fat man said in embarrassment.

"No, you don't have to shave your head when you become a teacher and practice Buddhism. The Buddhist Buddha Shakyamuni said in the "Tibet Law" that as long as the animals that produce this meat are not killed by you, not killed by you, or slaughtered by your own eyes, you can eat it. This is also the origin of the three pure meats and the five pure meats." The old man persuaded.

It seems that this fat man has a deep connection with Buddhism. The old man never persuaded him like this when he took Liu Jun.

"Okay, I will become a disciple and practice Buddha." The fat man thought about it. If he couldn't practice Taoism, he could practice Buddha, and he would be quite awesome.

The old man saw that the fat man agreed. He went to the second floor to take out a golden cloth bag, put it on the tea table, and opened it. There were several books inside, a round golden bead, a bowl and a string of Buddhist beads.

The old man first asked the fat man to kneel down at the tea table. He bowed slightly beside him.

"Now, the disciple of Maoshan Sect, Qingfengzi, is recruiting disciples on behalf of his friends and preaching Buddhist practices. Please don't blame the ancestor."

"A friend of the sermon gave the Buddhist disciple Mi Gang the name of the Dharma. He is wise and weak."

"When entering Buddhism, you should abide by the Buddhist precepts, avoid lust and sexual desire, and do not kill animals!"

After reading a set of words, the old man signaled the fat man to start kowtow. The fat man was much more obedient than when Liu Jun became a disciple. He honestly did not get up even after kowtowing.

"Your master's Dharma name is Jueyuan. You have to remember this. These are several Buddhist exercises. Take them back and slowly realize them. This is your master's relics. You must keep them well. These Buddhist beads and bowls are Buddhist instruments left by your master." The old man gave the things on the table to the fat man, turned around and left.

"Wait, Master, if I don't understand any martial arts, can I ask you?" The fat man looked at these books, just like mine at that time.

"What I'm doing? I'm an authentic Maoshan Taoist priest. How can I understand Buddhism? That's why you slowly understand it." The old man walked quickly without looking back, for fear that the fat man would regret it.

The fat man suddenly felt that the path of Buddhist cultivation was dark and full of ups and downs.

So the fat man was also very worried. After a while of depression, he cheered up again.

Holding the pile of things, he laughed foolishly.
Chapter completed!