Father can be an enemy country

Chapter 174 Another Beggar Monk

Nanjing, Liu Junshi Bridge.

Autumn is crisp and sunny, which is a good time to peel crabs from chrysanthemums.

Near noon, Liu Li was dancing Baisuo on the open space in front of the Earl's Mansion.

It's actually skipping rope.Liu Xiang and Lao Yu, the gatekeeper, stand on both sides and shake the rope. The rope dances in the air. It looks like dozens or hundreds of ropes are moving, so it is called "jumping a hundred ropes".

I saw Liu Li lightly jumping into the dancing rope, jumping up and down as the rope rose and fell, like a dexterous deer.The colorful ropes tied to her head with the two maids also fluttered up and down, like a happy little butterfly.

Just as she was dancing vigorously, Liu Li suddenly felt a darkness in front of her eyes.

"Wow, it's getting dark, is it going to rain?" Liu Xiang took the opportunity to stop swinging the rope, and looked out while rubbing his sore arms.

But he saw that the sun was still hanging in the sky, and it was a fat monk wearing a bamboo hat and straw robes and sandals blocking the light.

"Amitabha, the two little benefactors, the poor monk is very polite." The monk had a pair of triangular eyes, looked fierce, but spoke unexpectedly gentle, he greeted the two children first, and then said hello to the old man. Single palm salute:
"Please tell me your sincerity, and tell me that your old friend Daoyan is visiting."

"Oh, okay, you wait." The old man was about to let go of the rope, but the sister-in-law Liu Xiang hurriedly said:
"I'll go, you stay here and watch your sister."

As he said that, he ran in quickly.

"Hahaha." Monk Daoyan touched his head and said with an awkward smile, "Does this poor monk look like a bad guy?"

Lao Yu and Liu Li looked at him carefully, and then nodded together.

"Alas, in fact, the poor monk became a monk at the age of 14, and he has never even killed a chicken." Dao Yan said sadly.

"Master, are you here for alms?" Liu Li felt embarrassed, so she naturally changed the subject.

"No..." Dao Yan just wanted to say no, but thunder sounded in his stomach, so he felt embarrassed. "Let's put it that way."

"Please eat sweets." Liu Li took out two pieces of caramel from his purse.

"Hehe. Thank you, little benefactor." Dao Yan took it with a smile, and the two squatted at the door, eating candy with relish.

Lao Menzi kept holding on to the rope, and stood vigilantly behind the two of them, ready to choke the fierce monk's throat at any time if something went wrong.

Fortunately, after a while, Liu Jing came out. Seeing her niece squatting at the door with a fat monk, she couldn't help frowning.Hey, this kid is too familiar...

"Master, my father, please come in." He said to the fat monk.

"Oh." Dao Yan hurriedly stuffed the caramel into his mouth, but when he wanted to get up, he shook his body and hurriedly asked for help: "Helping the poor monk, my feet are numb."

The old man quickly supported him.

"Little Tanyue, thank you for the charity." Dao Yan clasped his hands again and thanked Liu Li.

"You're welcome." Liu Lijian said with a smile.

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Dao Yan limped and followed Liu Jing to the backyard.

In the courtyard, a big maple tree stands like a cover, and the green crown has already been dyed with a little bit of gold and smudged with drops of yellow.

Liu Bowen sat on the deck chair under the tree, drinking tea and reading, leisurely.

"Mr. Qingtian is very elegant." Monk Daoyan walked in, smiling and putting his hands together.

"You monstrous monk, why don't you stay in Suzhou honestly and come to Nanjing?" Liu Ji put down his book, picked up the purple sand teapot, washed a cup, and poured a cup of tea for Daoyan.

"Could it be that Mr. Guanzhong can come, but the monk can't?" Daoyan sat down, took a look at the tea cup, and put it down again.

"Why, do you think my tea is not good?" Liu Ji said angrily, "There are only a dozen people in the world who can drink a cup of tea for this old man."

"No, Mr. Qingtian misunderstood." Dao Yan waved his hands hurriedly, touched his stomach and said, "It's really empty in the Wu Zang Temple, if you drink tea, even the wall will be scraped off."

As he said that, he said with a smile: "The charity is mainly replaced by a bowl of vegetarian food. The poor monk is very grateful."

"You wine and meat monk is also starting to beg for food?" Liu Ji looked at Dao Yan, who had a fat head, big ears, and triangular eyes. No matter how he looked, he looked like a butcher.

"Hey, how can you beg for food when you become a monk? It should be called begging." Dao Yan said with a smile: "Let someone prepare the meal first, I'm too hungry to speak."

"You just stepped on the meal time, you." Liu Ji scolded with a smile, and ordered the servant: "We dare not offend the beggar monk, let's serve the meal."

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"Yeah, it's delicious..." Dao Yan had a piece of bread in one hand and a braised duck leg in the other.One bite of the noodle cake, one bite of the duck leg, delicious.

Liu Ji's family eats a light diet. Although they are not in Buddhism, they rarely touch meat.

Although Daoyan is in the Buddhist gate, he loves all kinds of flesh and blood.Liu Ji also asked someone to go to the street to buy duck legs and cut up pork heads.

"Have you not eaten for a few days?" Liu Ji picked up a chopstick and chewed the dried shredded rice carefully.

Dao Yan stretched out three fingers on his right hand.

"Three days?" Liu Ji asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"Hey, don't mention it." Dao Yan said vaguely while eating: "Isn't this the emperor's decree that monks who are proficient in Confucianism go to the Ministry of Rites to take the exam? Poor monks are also selected. I thought that poor monks should be considered the most Confucian among monks. Alright, are you still holding on to being selected?"

"Yes." Liu Ji nodded and said, "You are one of the 'Ten Friends of Gao Jidi and Bei Guo'."

"Oh, you're making fun of the poor monk." Despite Dao Yan's words, he looked proud.

At the beginning, he made good friends with Gao Qi, Yang Ji and others, and they often held essay meetings together, wrote poems and discussed Taoism.Because there are 11 backbone members and they are active in Beiguo, Suzhou, they are called "Ten Friends of Gao Jidi Beiguo".

Gao Jidi is Gao Qi, so 'Gao Jidi Bei Guo Shiyou' means 'Gao Qi and his ten good friends'...

However, considering that Yang Ji, Zhang Yu, Xu Ben, Wang Xing, Wang Yi and others are all famous poets and prose masters in the world.This 'Ten Friends' is not too watery, it's just that Gao Qi is too famous...

Dao Yan can be among Gao Qi's ten friends, knowledge is naturally good.At least it should be a test.

"So the poor monk came excitedly with only a one-way package, not even the living expenses in Beijing. He thought that he would be able to eat the emperor's food anyway if he became a monk and official." But accidents are everywhere, Dao Yan said depressedly: " Who knows but lost the election..."

"That day Jie Temple is rich and powerful, so you don't care about food?" Liu Ji asked with a smile: "Besides, you are also called to Beijing anyway, so it is not a problem to talk to others, and give you some money, right?"

"After the poor monk failed the election, he felt that there was something shady, so he made a big disturbance in the Tianjie Temple, but he was imprisoned for three days, and he was kicked out today..." Dao Yan sucked the duck leg bone until it became white, and sucked the oil on his fingers, The talent is still not enough, he puts his hands back and said: "The poor monk offended the head monk, and now he has no relatives in Beijing, so he can only look for Mr. Qingtian with the cheek."

"Do you want me to pay for it? Or help you find Tianjie Temple for accommodation?" Liu Ji said: "This old man and Master Huitan still have a little friendship."

"Hey, not at all." Dao Yan smiled slyly and said: "The poor monk just came to see Mr., and left after asking for a fast meal."

ps. Chapter 1.I couldn't close my eyes last night because of the pain, and I couldn't get up today. I just finished writing Chapter 1.sorry.

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