Goldfinger of the Heavens

Chapter 669 Clay Figurines (Happy National Day)
"It's really annoying. Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock all day long, knocking early and late, it's so noisy, it's not letting people sleep." Simu Taoist said angrily.

In the room, upon hearing the movement of the four-eyed priest, Huang Chong shook his head with a light smile and continued to practice.

Because the two houses are very close to each other, the sound of Master Yixiu chanting scriptures and knocking on wooden fish can be heard clearly here, and of course, the voice of Taoist Priest Simu can be heard even more clearly.

This is Master Yixiu doing evening class. To be honest, it is not noisy. Master Yixiu is a good monk after all. If you calm down and listen, the sound of Master Yixiu knocking wooden fish and chanting sutras can make you feel at ease.

But perseveringly, Taoist Master Simu is now prejudiced against Master Yixiu.

There is a saying that goes well - if you hold a hammer in your hand, everything looks like a nail.

Now the four-eyed Taoist priest has such a mentality. Master Yixiu feels that he is in the way of everything he does, so he is naturally very upset.

It's just that Master Yixiu was not affected, and continued to knock on wooden fish and chant sutras.

The four-eyed Taoist cursed a few words, and then fell silent.

Silent all night.

……

"Uncle Master, drink tea!" In the courtyard, Huang Chong had just finished a set of boxing, and Jia Le quickly handed over a cup of brewed tea. Jia Le woke up early in the morning and found someone in the courtyard. He thought it was a thief, so he was careful It turned out that Huang Chong was boxing in the courtyard.

"Thank you."

Huang Chong was also polite, and took the tea from Jia Le's hand. When he was in Jiushu Yizhuang, Wen Cai didn't have such eyesight. Huang Chong still maintains the habit of getting up early to practice boxing. The body is the source of everything, and the body is strong. Strong, there is nothing wrong with it.

"Speak up if you have something to say." Seeing Jia Le's hesitation to speak, Huang Chong said.

Jia Le asked: "Hey, Master Uncle, what kind of boxing technique are you playing? It looks so majestic and powerful, and it seems a little familiar."

"Oh, you still have eyesight, this is Baguazhang."

"Baguazhang? Why is it different from the Baguazhang I learned?" Jia Le also practiced Baguazhang, and he did it pretty well.

"Haha, of course it's different. This is Pindao's own Baguazhang, which is improved on the basis of the original Maoshan Baguazhang." With Huang Chong's martial arts practice, it is very simple to improve a palm technique.

The set of Baguazhang inherited from the Maoshan School is said to have been created by Lu Zu back then. However, the Maoshan School is a monastic school after all, and has many improvements and innovations in spells. They were all just for exercising, and did not make too many changes. Huang Chong felt that the original Baguazhang did not meet his requirements, so he made changes.

"Oh, so that's the case." Jia Le nodded.

"Why, do you want to learn?" Huang Chong saw through Jiale's mind at a glance.

"Think, uncle, can you teach me?"

"If you want to learn, of course you can, but there is one condition." Huang Chong stretched out a finger and said.

"What conditions?"

"I have a habit of teaching martial arts, and I only teach it when I haven't started practicing." Huang Chong laughed, and he also had a bad taste for a while.

Jia Le was very smart, and immediately said: "Okay, Uncle Shi, then I will definitely wake up earlier than you tomorrow."

"I hope." Huang Chong smiled and walked into the room. He had already finished his morning exercise and it was time to meditate.

As soon as he entered the door, Huang Chong heard his angry voice coming from the room of the four-eyed priest. The reason why he was so angry was naturally because of Master Yixiu's morning class.

"Coconut shells are useless! Bowls are useless! Cotton is useless! Even lamp wicks are useless!"

"Puff..." Huang Chong couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, he remembered the scene in the movie, the Taoist priest with four eyes plugged his ears with various things, and then took them off one by one.

Then, there was another sound of rummaging through boxes and boxes, and after a while, the Taoist priest with four eyes hurried out with a box in his arms.

"Brother, what are you doing this early in the morning?" Huang Chongming asked knowingly.

"Buy a house." Saying that, Taoist Priest Simu went straight to Master Yixiu's hut.

"You can watch the excitement." Huang Chong also followed out because he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"Monk, monk!"

But said that the four-eyed Taoist priest walked into Master Yixiu's house with the box in his arms, and shouted loudly.

"Master Daoist, morning." When a guest came to the door, Master Yixiu stopped the morning class and walked out.

"Boom!" Daoist Simu smashed the box in his hand on the table, and said to Master Yixiu arrogantly: "Monk, I want to buy your place, how much can you say."

With that said, the four-eyed Taoist priest opened the box, and there were neat gold bars inside.

"Wow, so many gold bars!" Master Yixiu exclaimed.

He really didn't expect his "poor neighbor" to be so rich. Master Yixiu originally thought that Taoist Simu was very poor. After all, Jiale had been begging for an old clothes worn by Taoist Simu for eight years before he got it.

Master Yixiu naturally knew why the four-eyed Taoist priest came here, so how could he give in, and saw Master Yixiu smiling, looking at the four-eyed Taoist priest and saying: "Brother Dao, it is fate that we can live together. How can you say this fate can be measured by money?"

"Stop talking nonsense, are you selling or not?" asked the four-eyed priest.

"I won't sell it." Master Yixiu said, "This is left by my teacher, how can a poor monk sell it."

The four-eyed Taoist priest was taken aback when he heard the words, and continued to ask: "Monk, what do you want to move?"

"Amitabha." Master Yixiu clasped his hands together and said, "The poor monk shoulders the responsibility of guarding the seal, and he must knock scriptures and chant Buddha here until he passes away."

"Okay, then I'll stare at you here and see when you die." The four-eyed Taoist closed the box angrily.

But at this moment, he stopped because he saw a clay figurine on the table, and this clay figurine was somewhat similar to Master Yixiu.

"Monk, since you don't want to sell it, forget it, this clay figurine looks a lot like you." Taoist Master Four Eyes picked up the clay figurine and said.

Although he didn't know what the four-eyed priest was going to do, Master Yixiu still said: "Qingqing made this out of the poor monk."

"I see. Since you said that we are destined, why don't you give me this clay figurine?"

"No problem, just take it if you want."

"Then sign it for me and keep it as a souvenir."

Master Yixiu was secretly vigilant, the name should not be left casually, after all Taoism has many methods of manipulating people, so he said: "The signature is not sincere enough, why don't I give it a fingerprint."

"Alright." said the four-eyed Taoist priest.

So Master Yixiu pressed the red clay and stamped his thumbprint on the clay figurine.

Huang Chong shook his head with a smile. Although Master Yixiu was very cautious, he still underestimated the methods of the four-eyed Taoist priest. Perhaps for other Taoist priests, one handprint can't do much, but for the four-eyed Taoist priest, it is enough.

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