Chapter 6 You monk is dishonest
It rained heavily last night, and the morning rain dripped from the wires, and the scorching sun rose to the east and shone on the earth.
Liu Wenshu had a good night's sleep, came out of the room, and went to the refrigerator to get a glass of milk.
When I turned around to the living room, I found that outside the balcony, a man was naked, capturing a tiger with his left hand and a lion with his right hand, and was actually practicing boxing?
Sweat flows down its spine and extends to its abdomen.
The arms, chest, and thin bodies are all filled with amazing elasticity and strength.
Under the sunlight, his shadow was stretched out as if it was about to cover the entire house.
He let out a sigh, the man trembled with his fists, and the breeze trembled, and then turned around and smiled: "Miss, I got up early."
"morning!"
Liu Wenshu's face turned red inexplicably. She thought that she was a man of countless readings in college, but half of the boys in college were scattered, with empty wine and no real reason. The monk seemed thin but had tough muscles, which made her feel hot.
Seeing her blushing face, Jin Suiyuan said in confusion: "Miss, don't you have a fever?"
"Fever?" Liu Wenshu almost spurted out the milk in her mouth, frowned and said unhappy: "Please, I don't have the surname Gu, nor my wife, stop chewing my tongue!"
Jin Suiyuan was stunned, blame me?
"Depending on your appearance, you should be young. I will call me Sister Liu or Sister Wenshu from now on. Do you understand?" Liu Wenshu looked him up and down, and suddenly felt that this kid was quite interesting.
"Aunt..." Jin Suiyuan was about to speak, but her beautiful eyes were already glaring, so he had to do as he said: "Sister Liu."
"Haha!" Looking at his expression that was so suffocated, Liu Wenshu couldn't help laughing, and her chest was trembling.
She was pretty and cute, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. When she got out of bed early in the morning, she only wore a white pajama. Through her pajamas, Jin Suiyuan could almost see the black "strings" in the pajamas, wrapped in a round white rabbit. The white rabbit had two ears and was exposed from the strap. It was snow-white, snow-white, tender and tender, as if it was a ball of marshmallow, which made people unable to help but take a bite.
"Don't look at it if it is polite, and do not look at it if it is polite." Jin Suiyuan is a person outside the world. She was not affected by such "visual impact". Her ears suddenly turned red and she turned her head and didn't dare to look again.
Liu Wenshu looked down and was immediately embarrassed. She was actually wearing ultra-thin pajamas and "chewing her head" in front of a man. This was terrible!
Like a frightened kitten, she quickly wrapped her hands around her chest and whispered: "You stupid monk!" Then she ran back to the nest with her tail clamped.
"I'm not honest?" Jin Suiyuan vomited blood depressedly. Why did she not be honest? It was obviously a girl who was dressed so revealingly, but she actually blamed herself on the other hand.
After a while, Liu Wenshu came out of the room again, pulled her hair aside, changed into her pajamas and jeans, and wrapped her plump body tightly, as if she was afraid of being molested by others, Jin Suiyuan glanced at her and said, "Don't worry, I am a monk and I don't have to break the precepts for you."
"I can't make it? What do you mean?" Liu Wenshu was immediately furious when she heard this. I was also a beauty no matter how much I said, but you, a little monk, have a good reputation. It's okay if you are not grateful. You dare to mock yourself now. It's really awesome.
"Nothing interesting." Jin Suiyuan shrugged, not wanting to continue talking.
"I'm not angry yet, you'll pull it up first." Liu Wenshu was so angry that she was fluttering, and she stared at him with watery eyes. At school, there were not a thousand people chasing her, and no one was too angry. Even if she was a little dirty in her heart, she pretended to be serious on the surface.
This monk is so good that he actually questioned her charm!
"I'm going to continue practicing martial arts." Jin Suiyuan had no time to quarrel with the woman, so she turned her head and walked towards the balcony.
"Practice it, practice it sooner or later, you will become obsessed with it!" Liu Wenshu muttered vicious words, but then he thought, what did he say? Practice?
She came out of the room just now and happened to see this little monk doing boxing. Could it be that he is really practicing martial arts?
As a post-90s generation, almost no one is not interested in martial arts. Liu Wenshu is also a fan of novels. She has almost read all of them, such as Jin Yong, Liang Yusheng, Huang Yi, Ni Kuang and Wen Ruian.
The martial arts masters in the book all fly over the eaves and walk on the walls, break stones with their strength, and even kill people with their defensive energy.
What a dream state!
"Hey, what skills have you practiced? Is it really that powerful?" Unable to resist his curiosity, Liu Wenshu followed him quietly and asked him.
"I don't call him hey." Jin Suiyuan was a little unhappy.
"Okay, Jin Suiyuan, Jin Suiyuan, Jin Suiyuan," Liu Wenshu curled her lips, thinking that this little monk has a very big temper.
Jin Suiyuan really doesn't understand why this woman is so strange. She obviously doesn't like to live with her, but now she comes over to ask questions again. He is too lazy to deal with her before, but when she thinks, the uncle lives in this house by him, and the woman is a tenant. If the trouble is unhappy, the uncle's face is not glorious.
So he said, "This is Arhat Fist, there are eight styles in total. If you didn't disturb me, I would have done it."
"Is it very awesome?" Liu Wenshu was like a curious baby.
"This set of boxing was studied by Master Bodhidharma in the cold cave. Do you think it is powerful?" When it comes to Shaolin martial arts, Jin Suiyuan couldn't help but feel a little more proud on her face.
"Bharma, is there really this person?" Liu Wenshu said.
"Nonsense!" Jin Suiyuan gave her a blank look and said in a singular voice: "The Patriarch Bodhidharma came from the West and created his own Zen line in Kongxiang Temple. He is a sage worshipped by all Buddhists in the world. How dare you say that he does not exist!"
"I'm not a monk, of course I don't know the monk's stuff anymore." Liu Wenshu said angrily.
"Forget it, talking about Buddhism with you is to play the piano for a cow, it's better not to say it." Jin Suiyuan found out that this woman was just looking for trouble, so she simply ignored her and just kept boxing on the balcony.
This Arhat Fist is a boxing technique that monks must learn. It is rumored that this boxing technique has eighteen moves, corresponding to the eighteen Arhats of Buddhism, so it was named Arhat Fist. However, more than 80 years ago, there were wars in China and warlords, and Shaolin Temple was also disturbed. Not only was the temple destroyed, but many Buddhist classics and martial arts secrets in the Sutra Pavilion were either burned or lost, including Arhat Fist, so until now, there are only ten moves left in this box.
Jin Suiyuan has been practicing martial arts since childhood, and with her outstanding talent, under the guidance of the abbot, he was invincible among the disciples in the temple. Even his senior brother and uncle fought with him, but he could not get any benefits.
He practiced this Arhat Fist every day, day after day, year after year, and never stopped. It can be said that he had already mastered it. He walked lightly, flowing clouds and water, swinging his fists, and fists were roaring, whistling on the balcony with a forcing momentum.
Liu Wenshu was stunned when she stood beside her. She thought that the little monk was just bragging. After all, even if she had real skills, she would probably be in her seventies and eighties. But looking at the little monk's attitude, it didn't seem like he was pretending.
Jin Suiyuan became more and more powerful as he fought, and the heat flowed in his limbs and bones. His eyes sank and he performed the tenth stance.
"drink!"
The last punch was shot, and the heat flow in the body was almost boiling, and it rushed into the punch, as if the eighteen Western Arhats were working together, and the sound of shock and shouting.
Immediately afterwards, the bones of the whole body burst and burst out, and more than thirty sounds were heard, making people frightened.
"It seems that my internal strength has become a little stronger." Jin Suiyuan closed his momentum, with a hint of joy on his face. Last time he tried boxing, he could only urge thirty sounds, but now there are a few more sounds. I guess his skill has improved.
"What is internal strength?" Liu Wenshu said curiously.
"Internal energy is...why are you asking this?" Jin Suiyuan said suspiciously.
"Just ask, forget it, I'm not listening too much." Liu Wenshu turned his face when he got up, but when he thought about it, he felt uncomfortable: "You little monk is penniless. What should you do if you eat and drink in the future? You won't rely solely on the landlord's aunt's help?"
As soon as he talked about this, Jin Suiyuan's head started to hurt. This time he went down the mountain without any preparations and had no acquaintances in the provincial capital. Although he met Uncle Sun, he was so kind. He couldn't just stay here for nothing, right?
But how can someone like him who can do nothing but chop firewood and burn fire to make money to support himself?
By the way, isn’t the big sister in front of her a social elite? She has no way, which doesn’t mean she has no way either. If she certainly helps, she might have a chance.
Thinking of this, Jin Suiyuan immediately became active, rubbed her hands, and said a little embarrassedly: "Sister Liu, I am just worried about this. You are knowledgeable, can you help me?"
"What? Are you begging me?" Liu Wenshu smiled.
"I...why would I beg you?" Jin Suiyuan laughed dryly, laughing very stiffly.
Liu Wenshu was laughing in her heart. She could see that this little monk was stubborn and could not even lie. If he wanted to put such a person in society, he would either be deceived or abducted.
"Okay, since you call me sister, then I'll help you and go and inquire about work tomorrow." Liu Wenshu is a big sister after all, and she's angry and has become disgusted. Moreover, this little monk is so handsome, and it's quite pleasing to the eye at home. Just do this, it's no big deal to do it.
Of course, Jin Suiyuan didn't know that in the eyes of this big sister, he was just a beautiful "vase". However, this big sister was not satisfied with a vase, but wanted to decorate the vase.
"Thank you."
"Don't be polite." Liu Wenshurou smiled: "By the way, I'm going to go to the supermarket to buy things today, and I'll take you to buy some clothes and pants."
"No need, I'm wearing it very well." Jin Suiyuan said.
"Just this?" Liu Wenshu looked at the monk's robes on his body, and was washed white. She had to wear them out. Not to mention the interview work, she couldn't even get in the company's door, so she shook her head: "You are still a monk who chants the Buddha's name. Have you ever heard of this person with clothes and Buddha's name and gold clothes?"
"I haven't heard it." Jin Suiyuan said seriously.
"Cough cough" Liu Wenshu staggered and thought to himself that this little monk is illiterate? Have you never heard of this?
But thinking about it, this little monk has such a sharp mind, and he is probably a man who doesn't like to read, and maybe he is illiterate. Thinking of this, Liu Wenshu suddenly realized that he was a little pitiful. After all, if you want to be in society, it is useless to rely on your appearance alone, and you also pay attention to diplomas and culture.
"No matter what, do you understand when you go to the commercial street with me in the afternoon?" Liu Wenshu said in an orderly tone.
Jin Suiyuan couldn't persuade her, not to mention that she had already gone down the mountain and was indeed a little out of place in monk's robe. It was reasonable to buy a few decent clothes.
Chapter completed!