Chief Assistant's Fugitive Wife

Chapter 23 A Different Monk
"Master Su, have you ever heard of a witch doctor?"

It's just a few words.

Deliberately teasing words with a bad taste.

After Tang Miaoyan blurted out, she could clearly feel the muscles of the man holding her stiffen.

His jade-like fingers pinching the rein were as pale as if they were about to turn into paper.

Tang Miaoyan didn't care much about his changes, and continued as if talking to herself:
"Master Su, do you still remember the old Zen master who wandered to our village to save you when you were sick? In fact, he returned to our village and lived there for a long time. My heretical medical skill is to work with him Learned."

A person who knows the plot of the whole book and everything before and after is trying to deceive people.

That's simply not easy.

So even if Su Yuheng is thoughtful.

Even Su Yuheng had long been suspicious and surprised by Tang Miaoyan's change.

He also couldn't grasp any clues about Tang Miaoyan.

Yes.

Su Yuheng was rescued by the old man Tang back then, his head was seriously injured, and he was once diagnosed as a fool by the doctor in Shiliba Village.

There should be no recovery in this lifetime.

But he should not die.

Three months later, a wandering monk passed by, saying that he had a predestined relationship with the Buddha.

The wandering monk lived in the Tang family, and within a month, he really cured Su Yuheng.

It's just a pity that his memory is still incomplete, and even partially confused, which is why he misunderstood Father Tang and the original body.

Later, Su Yuheng went out to study and could not stay at home more than ten days a year.

Don't say that Tang Miaoyan is justified now, she is talking about the benefactor he has met.

Even if she said that she was taught medical skills by a celestial fairy who came down to her home, Su Yuheng would have nothing to do with her.

Cough cough cough...

Of course.

Tang Miaoyan would not fool him with such lame and nonsensical excuses.

"How is the old Zen master? Where is he now? When did you meet him?"

Asking three times in a row shows Su Yuheng's gratitude and longing for his benefactor.

"Probably more than a year ago! When he came to teach me medical skills, he saw that you and I were destined to die, and let me learn the skills. He is still traveling around the world, and his body is still as healthy as before."

Tang Miaoyan lied to others, her face was neither red nor out of breath.

Anyway, this wandering monk has never appeared.

How could she say it out of her own mind?

But what she never expected was that the old monk didn't come.

The little monk actually arrived.

"Are you a beggar?"

Tang Miaoyan opened the door and saw a [-]-year-old monk, she didn't recover for ten minutes.

why?
Because he looks so good-looking!

Su Yuheng's handsome is elegant and arrogant.

Yu Fusheng's beauty is indistinguishable from male and female.

The monk in front of him is so pretty that he turns all living beings upside down.

Especially the tear mole under the tail of his right eye, it really shows weakness and coquettishness on his handsome face.

Coupled with that thin and tall figure.

Which woman would not be able to give birth to an instinctive maternal desire to protect just by looking at him?

"My little monk, Miao Ji, travels around the world. After driving for a few days, I am thirsty and tired. Can I stay at the Bodhisattva's house for a few days?"

His voice was light and full of exhaustion.

Fair skin, with thick black under eyes, it looks like it has been painted with makeup.

but……

"How many days will you stay?"

Are you sure this is what a wandering monk should do?
Tang Miaoyan asked back in astonishment.

"The little monk encountered bad people on the road, and he was too tired to run away. I also ask the female Bodhisattva to help me, Amitabha! The Buddha will bless the kind-hearted people."

Miao Ji said while performing a Buddha ceremony.

Before Tang Miaoyan could speak, Su Yuheng behind him said respectfully:
"Amitabha! Master, please come inside."

"Thank you, benefactor, female Bodhisattva."

Miao Ji happily responded and quickly entered the door.

Tang Miaoyan knew that Su Yuheng had a good impression of the monk, but the family conditions did not allow it!

When Miao Ji passed her, she helplessly raised her hand and drew a circle towards Su Yuheng.

It means that our house is only this big, and the old hut has just been demolished to build a foundation. Where do you let Miaoji live?

Su Yuheng also had some difficulties, and wanted to ask Miao Ji to go to the courtyard where the followers lived next to him, and feel wronged for a while.

Miao Ji actually opened her mouth in an understanding way:
"Monks don't talk about extravagance, as long as they have a tile to cover their heads."

He pointed to the barn next to the kitchen.

"..."

What else could Tang Miaoyan say to refuse?
Su Yuheng felt very guilty, and invited Miao Ji into the kitchen to eat and drink tea.

Personally warm and respectful reception, I really took Miao Ji as the guest of honor.

Tang Miaoyan walked into the kitchen a few steps slowly, and continued to make old godmother with the materials that Gu Cheng bought yesterday.

The numbing and spicy fragrance that filled the room made the two chatting men salivate uncontrollably.

"The female Bodhisattva is really good at cooking, and the monk is not in a hurry to eat this meal."

Miao Ji originally ate with relish, but put down her chopsticks quickly halfway through.

Su Yuheng secretly swallowed the overflowing fluid in his mouth, and explained apologetically:

"My wife was making meat sauce before welcoming the master into the door, disturbing the master's Qingxiu, sin! sin!"

Su Yuheng stood up apologetically, and was already thinking about getting Gu Cheng to bring out the pot and sauce from the yard.

It is too much for a monk to stay at home and cook meat!

It's just that Tang Miaoyan's meat sauce was half made by Miao Ji before entering the door, so the Buddha would not be offended if he wanted to serve it out.

Unexpectedly, Miao Ji waved his hand to block his way.

"Many people forcibly associate vegetarianism with Buddhism. This is a misunderstanding of Buddhism! Buddhism is culture and more education. It is the ultimate education to analyze the true meaning of life and escape from life and death. It has nothing to do with what to eat! At the beginning, Buddhism Buddha Kamuni led all his disciples to beg for food in clean bowls, no matter whether they were meat or vegetables, they all attained the supreme Bodhi because they deeply understood the practice of inaction.”

Such a righteous speech, if he was wearing a cassock at this time, he could give a speech on the altar to solve the world's doubts.

When Su Yuheng and Tang Miaoyan looked at each other in bewilderment, Miao Ji had already stood up with her job bowl in hand.

After a few steps, I came to the side of the pot, filled half a spoonful of meat sauce, sat on the pot, mixed well, and ate it with big mouthfuls.

Spicy and fresh fragrance rose to the tip of his nose, his beautiful red phoenix eyes were slightly red and watery, but he praised with satisfaction:

"Delicious delicacies from mountains and seas, delicacies, are mediocre in front of the Bodhisattva's bowl of sauce. It's so delicious!"

I didn't expect that it would become a bug in the book, but Laoganma could still conquer the world.

"Grandmaster has a good reputation. There is still rice in the pot, and the lady will fill some more for the master."

After all, Su Yuheng is someone who has seen the big world, after a moment of astonishment, he immediately arranged for Tang Miaoyan to take care of Miao Ji.

Tang Miaoyan looked at Miaoji, who was devouring, and then at the meat sauce still slurping in the pot, and chose to change him to the biggest bowl for rice.

This monk is really edible!
"Is that so?"

In the afternoon, as soon as Tang Miaoyan came out of washing, she almost whispered something to Gu Cheng and Su Yuheng.

Su Yuheng's handsome face was full of worry and asked a complicated question.

(End of this chapter)