"lighter?"

"cigarette?"

The two were confused.

"Ahem... that's a very high-end consumer product. You guys can't see the earth in remote places. Let me be more blunt. This magnifying glass has the same functions as flint and fire folds."

Gu Ren continued.

"You mean this treasure can still be ignited? It's impossible!"

The old monk shook his head repeatedly.

"It's really impossible, boy, since your treasure has such powerful magical powers, why not try it?"

The old man said.

"I'm afraid it's not possible today. My treasure must be placed under the sun and have such magical powers."

Gu Ren said disdainfully.

"Hehe, the little thief is lying to deceive me."

"Mencius does not lie. If this treasure can ignite paper, pigs will climb a tree!"

The old man and the old monk obviously didn't believe it.

"Hey, why don't you two believe in science? Then let's make a bet. Tomorrow at noon, if my treasure can ignite the paper...haha..."

"Okay! Hoho..."

"What's the question! Amitabha!"

...

In this way, Gu Ren and the old man Zhang Shisui, who was wearing a big red spring shirt, and Zen Master Chen Xu, abbot of Tianji Temple, established the most basic friendship.

Gu Ren knew that the old man told him a pseudonym, but he felt like he was real, stubborn and innocent, no different from a ten-year-old child. In my memory, there was a prime minister named Zhang Jiuling in the Yuan Dynasty. The poems he wrote were quite good. The old man named himself Zhang Shisui, which was even better than the prime minister.

As for this abbot, Master Chen Xu, he always felt that his name was strange. Isn’t the pronunciation of “Chen Xu” “kidney deficiency”? How could a monk have kidney deficiency? It’s really a puzzling question.

Gu Ren: "Master, why do you want to become a monk?"

Abbot: "A teacher has experienced vicissitudes and has long seen through the world."

Gu Ren: "What made you so depressed?"

Abbot: "There are too many to finish talking about."

Gu Ren: "Give an example."

Abbot: "Not lifting..."

Gu Ren: "Oh, so that's it..."

Abbot: "Damn!"

The sun rose from the east sky and fell from the west sky. The day passed again, and darkness pressed on the light, making the world lose its color. The light struggled constantly, and finally turned over the next morning, pressed on the dark, changing its position, and the sky brightened.

Gu Ren woke up after having a nightmare. In the dream, many little gangsters waving their machetes and chasing him, shouting: "Boy, let you ask your sister to discharge electricity all day long. After school! Don't run away if you have the habit!"

"Ah, call?"

Gu Ren was shocked and turned over and sat up. He saw that it was bright and bright inside the house. He thought it was a call. When he looked closely, he realized that it was dawn and the sunlight shone in.

"I always dream of such a childish dream...ah...how can he get electricity?"

Gu Ren sat on the bed, a little helpless. He really couldn't adapt to the life here. Today, he couldn't recite Journey to the West for Dandan, and he couldn't teach Mahayana Buddhism.

I felt a little pain in my throat, my nose was a little blocked, and a crystal snot, which really caused the cold.

It is trouble to become a mortal.

I touched the bedside and felt a silk cutlery and wiped off my nose.

After getting out of bed, I walked to the desk by the window, and unfolded a scroll.

There is only the moon, the lake, the tree, but there is no one in the scroll.

He gently lifted the pen, brewed, pondered, entered the country, and the brush flew, and a woman's outline quickly formed. Flying ink and cinnabar, and in a moment, a beautiful woman appeared on the paper.

"Okay! I didn't expect you, a little thief, to have such ability."

Behind Gu Ren, Zhang Shisui came in at some point and stood behind him with a smile.

"On average, Mr. Zhang praised it."

Gu Ren looked at the woman in the conversation and was in a good mood. He did not call this ten-year-old pervert again.

"Boy, I can see from this portrait that you love Kong Yishang, but I still advise you that the competition is too fierce and the pressure is very high, so I should just die as soon as possible."

Zhang Shisui said with a smile.

"The woman in my portrait is called Xia Qing, and my beloved wife is not Kong Yishang. Who is Kong Yishang mentioned by Mr. Zhang? Could it be similar to the woman in this painting?"

Gu Ren corrected the truth.

"Oh, you are unfaithful, the lady is not thinking about you, you don't even remember who the lady is."

With a bang, the door was kicked open and a little girl rushed in with great momentum.

The little girl is thirteen or fourteen years old, with dark and bright eyes, pouting her mouth, and her hands are stuck around her waist, angry and very cute.

Gu Ren was stunned for a moment: "Little sister, put on a scissors and say eggplant!"

Little girl: "Cut your sister!"

"It's you, you little kid."

The visitor was none other than Sanqi, the maid who followed the lady Kong Yishang to worship Buddha a few days ago.

Gu Ren met this little girl.

When the little girl saw Zhang Shisui also in the room, she was slightly stunned and wanted to salute, and saw Gu Ren staring at her again.

"Ahem..."

Zhang Shisui coughed.

The little girl's expression finally became natural. However, her domineering expression was obviously much more restrained. She looked at Gu Ren with some surprise and curiosity.

"Hey, why have you turned white? It's a bit like some idol, Prince Lu Mao, who is the Concubine... "

Gu Ren: “…?”

"Thut, hypocritical, secretly hiding here to paint for the lady. He also said he didn't know the lady."

Sanqi turned his head and glanced at the portrait on the table, then turned his head, stared at Gu Ren's face, and looked at him curiously and puzzledly.

She had only seen Gu Ren. At that time, Gu Ren's face was black, as if he had applied ink, which was terrible. Now, the black on Gu Ren's face faded, and his white skin was restored. It was completely like an old tree sucking new branches.

"Uh...this...this is really not your lady! Look at her eyes, nose, and face..."

Gu Ren did not look at the sacred look like a slutty flower, and explained depressedly. The woman in his painting was obviously different from the woman that day. Why did Zhang Shisui and this little girl insist that the woman in the painting was Kong Yishang?

He had seen the lady Kong Yishang, especially the clothes she wore that day... As soon as the infrared ray penetrated, you could see it... Cough cough...

"Oh...this doesn't matter...Young master, your skin is so white..."

Sanqi swallowed his saliva.

Gu Ren: "Cough cough..."

Zhang Shisui: "Cough cough cough."

Sanqi came to his senses, secretly glanced at Zhang Shisui, and smiled embarrassedly.

"Is that...what is this!"

She reached out and quickly pulled out a silk hand from Gu Ren's waist. This silk hand was Kong Yishang's close object.

"Oh, this is a handkerchief. There was no tissue just now, so I used it."

Gu Ren smiled slightly.

"Hmph! This is not a handkerchief, this is the lady's silk parquet! Do you know!"
Chapter completed!