Death Spiral [Infinite Flow] - Chapter 153

    The monk cleared his throat, followed the rhythm and began to sing:

    “I recite the past, the past, the count, in order to seek the great Dharma, so! Although I am a world, a country, and a king, I am not greedy. Five, desire, and pleasure!”

    Audience: “???”

    Lian Qiao: “???” This, this scripture, why does it seem to be… “The Lotus Sutra”? !

    Honeysuckle: “…” Well, it really is a familiar recipe and a familiar taste…

    Only listening to the accompaniment of Peking Opera, the monk sang “The Lotus Sutra of the Wonderful Law” with great taste. Although the people in the audience were stunned, they gradually heard the taste, and some people couldn’t help but shouted “Okay”!

    To speak the truth, listen to the monk’s sermons, should have a sincere heart… But the monk himself is not serious! So everyone also enjoyed themselves, and some people even went to the next door to bring a bag of melon seeds and distribute them to everyone.

    Little Honeysuckle listened, the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but smile.

    Lian Qiao said, “I have seen this monk…”

    He wanted to say that this fake monk is still robbing me for a job today, but Xiao Rendong smiled and interrupted: “Of course you have seen it. Isn’t this a rock and roll monk?”

    Lian Qiao: “Ah? What rock monk?”

    Honeysuckle: “It’s in the dungeon where the three become tigers… ah.” As soon as he said that, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

    In the dungeon of three people becoming a tiger, the ghost story told will come true. Xu Rendong finally chose to be the boss himself and sent everyone into the elevator in his dream. Therefore, Lian Qiao was led by him to lie down to win – he came out after a sleep, really lie down to win.

    Except for Zhong Xiu who chose to end his life, all the other members cleared the level without injury, so even Joe can be forgiven for not remembering Rock Monk. After all, for Lian Qiao, he really only had one relationship with the monk, and the monk never sang rock in front of him.

    No wonder I don’t remember.

    But this monk is also really strange. I was a firm rocker last time, why did you sing Peking Opera this time?

    It really is a wide range of Buddhist teachings.

    At this time, the monk just finished singing the Peking Opera version of “The Lotus Sutra of the Wonderful Law”, and everyone cheered and threw money into his bowl. The monk was very happy to collect the money, and suddenly an old man appeared in the distance, holding a big broom, rushing towards here.

    The old man in a big padded jacket and two padded trousers looked like an ordinary old man who went for a walk after eating. It’s just that I don’t know why it’s so atmospheric, and the battle of holding up the broom is like making a monk into a meat pie.

    Everyone: “…” Oh, I thought you were going to say something about Buddhist scriptures to save the hatred.

    The old man was already angry when his broom was taken away, but when he saw the monk’s calmness and poignant expression, “you come, you have the ability, you beat me to death”, he suddenly lost his anger. Chu Lai pointed at the tip of the monk’s nose and scolded loudly. Only then did everyone understand that the old man was a devout Buddhist, and when he came out for a walk after dinner, he accidentally heard a monk singing “The Lotus Sutra of the Wonderful Dharma” with the accompaniment of Peking Opera. Isn’t this defilement of the Buddha! At that time, he rushed home and took a broom to teach the fake monk a lesson.

    It’s a pity that the difference in force between the two is too great, the old man had no choice but to roll around, relying on the old to sell the old. After listening to the ins and outs, the onlookers also felt that the old man was fooling around. No matter how foolish he was, no one came out to help him. The old man got angry, stomped his feet and cursed:

    “Wait! I’ll call the police to arrest you!”

    Congregation: “…” Are you serious?

    Monk: “The poor monk is so afraid.”

    Congregation: “…” You are true, you can’t let him be when he is old!

    The old man ran away after saying the cruel words. I don’t know if he really went to the police or he found himself embarrassed and slipped home. The onlookers saw that there was not much excitement, and gradually dispersed.

    The monk put his hands together, said goodbye politely and politely to the officials, and was ready to leave after packing up.

    Little Honeysuckle stopped him: “Hello.”

    The crisp and bright children’s voice is particularly clear in the quiet winter night. The monk turned around in surprise, looked at Xiao Rendong, then at Lian Qiao, and said in surprise, “You’re not…”

    Lin Dong thought he was going to say words like “savior” or “jiuguan boss”, and was waiting for his praise, but saw the monk raised his eyebrows and turned his head to stare at Lian Qiao.

    “Aren’t you that **** who grabbed my job during the day!”

    Even Qiao frowned and rolled up her sleeves instantly: “How do you talk?”

    Honeysuckle: “…” You two have really forgotten about each other!

    Seeing that the two of them were about to fight, Ren Dong quickly tried to persuade them, and said that in order to apologize, he invited the monk to be a guest at their house.

    “Home?” The monk raised his eyebrows, “The accommodation provided by the snack bar?”

    Honeysuckle felt as if she accidentally stepped on the thunder again, and was about to say something to remedy, but saw the monk slobber, wipe his mouth and say, “Then… Is there anything to eat?”

    Honeysuckle: “…”

    Lian Qiao: “Hmph, come on.”

    So, one big and one small went out for a walk, and picked up a rock…Ah no, the Peking Opera monk is back.

    The three returned to the snack bar, and the owner of the snack bar had already returned to the house to rest. Lian Qiao casually found something to eat for him, but he didn’t expect the monk to eat so much that he ate three bowls of rice in a row, and then he touched his round belly and said something to Amitabha Buddha contentedly.

    The monk had a dispute with the owner of the snack bar in the morning. Lian Qiao was afraid of causing misunderstanding, so he took the monk upstairs quickly.

    The accommodation on the second floor of the snack bar is not much better than that of the Xiaopo Hotel, but at least you can take a shower. After visiting the place where they lived, the monk said enviously, “If I had come five minutes earlier, this place would be mine!”

    Honeysuckle asked him where he lived now. The monk sighed and said where he could live. He had no money, so he had to go to the unfinished building at the end of the street. The building was dark and cold, but there were several shelters above the head.

    Honeysuckle was stunned for a moment, thinking to myself, how come I have not seen you in the unfinished building twice? He asked him if he knew about the begging gang.

    The monk said he had not seen those people. But today, the police went to the unfinished building to collect evidence, as if they were investigating the case.

    The monk doesn’t look like he’s lying. It seems that both times happened to be missed with him.

    Honeysuckle: “Then where were you before? Just… those days when we were in the orphanage.”

    The monk scratched his forehead: “What kind of orphanage? Wasn’t it all in the forest before? The fog was so thick that I never went out, thinking I was going to starve to death inside.”

    Honeysuckle: “…haven’t you met a ghost?”

    Monk: “It seems there is, but it seems that there is no… Sometimes at night I am afraid of being alone, so I sing Buddhist scriptures to strengthen myself. Maybe I sing too well, and the ghosts can’t bear to disturb me hahahaha …”

    Honeysuckle& Lian Qiao: “…” This monk made a mistake, luck is so good!

    The puzzle is finally revealed. It turned out that the monk was a relic from the great army. And this relic is a big treasure, not only can read the scriptures, but also… can also use Peking Opera to read the scriptures!

    Honeysuckle resolutely expressed the hope that he would stay and let everyone play together. Even though Qiao was unhappy to see this monk, he couldn’t say anything. After all, the monk is the only magical combat power in this dungeon, so the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

    There is only one bed in the room, of course it is impossible for Lian Qiao to take honeysuckle to make the floor. The monk was also quite cheerful. He found a cushion and meditated on the ground, saying that you don’t need to worry about me, I’ll take care of myself.

    Lian Qiao coldly threw a stack of colored cardboards over: “Whatever you want, come and do handicrafts to cover the accommodation fee!”

    Monk: “???”

    Xiao Rendong coughed and explained: “This is my homework, we really can’t finish it, I want to ask you for help.”

    “Help? Tell me sooner.” The monk was straightforward and immediately picked up the scissors and began to cut the cardboard according to the pattern. But looking at his clumsy appearance, it seemed that he had never done such delicate work before. It didn’t take long for that light-kejian person’s round head to be covered with sweat, and his paper-cutting posture became more and more awkward.

    Lian Qiao secretly peeped, secretly funny.

    After a while, the monk probably couldn’t do it any more, he threw his scissors and got up and said, “I’m going to the toilet.”

    The toilet of the snack bar is on the second floor stairs. The monk took it to the door, and only Ren Dong and Lian Qiao were left in the room.

    Lian Qiao exhaled a long breath, lying on the small table, raised the poor puppy’s eyes: “How long do you plan to let him live?”

    Honeysuckle said: “Tomorrow, discuss with the boss and let him live forever. Anyway, he can make money by singing and singing, and don’t worry about what he eats, let’s give him a place to sleep.”

    Lian Qiao: “Then he is really a shining…”

    Honeysuckle: “Light bulb?”

    Lian Qiao: “Braised egg.”

    …the word is really spiritual.

    The monk’s luminous round head appeared in front of Honeysuckle’s eyes, and she couldn’t help laughing.

    Just as he was tired of his homework, he imitated Lian Qiao and lay face to face with him on the small table. Their eyes met, and both of them smiled and rolled their eyes.

    Xu Rendong looked at him, her heart filled with tenderness, she couldn’t help reaching out and gently tracing his eyebrows. Even Joe used it so much that even his eyes narrowed in enjoyment.

    “That’s right.” Lian Qiao suddenly poked his little hand and asked, “Why are you so afraid of the cold today that you haven’t taken off your gloves?”

    “…” There was a strange look in the eyes of the little honeysuckle. He silently pulled his little hand with a plush glove out of Lian Qiao’s palm and lied a little guilty, “…because I like it.”

    Lian Qiao stared at him thoughtfully.

    Honeysuckle bit her lip uncomfortably: “Well…because…I was not poor when I was a child, I have never been gloves, and I get frostbite every winter, so…”

    His eyes wandered and his fingers were quietly twisting the corners of his clothes. His eyes were full of lies.

    But even Joe was persuaded by him. Lian Qiao had never heard of the hardships he suffered when he was a child. At this time, his heart was so painful that he was going crazy. He immediately took him into his arms and said softly, “You don’t have to suffer like this in the future. I will always be here. “

    “…Well.” Little Honeysuckle leaned against his chest, feeling guilty for lying, but it was terribly sweet.

    After a while, the monk returned. The two jumped up from the small table with a guilty conscience, and sorted their clothes.

    In order to ease her guilty conscience, Lian Qiao even uncharacteristically concerned: “Why did you go for so long?”

    “Hey, don’t mention it.” The monk shook the water droplets on his hand with a depressed expression, “There is a female ghost in the toilet who wants to steal my toilet paper. It scared me to death.”

    Lian Qiao: “Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you, that is…”

    Monk: “It’s fine. I have already recited a set of rebirth spells to save her.”

    Lian Qiao& Honeysuckle: “Huh?”