Screenwriter Mystery

Late at night, Yaowarat Road.

Bangkok's Chinatown has not become deserted because of the night.

On the contrary, an endless stream of tourists walks through the streets, making the whole Chinatown more lively.

"Hold on a little longer, and the grocery store will be filled in no time."

In the crowd of people crossing the street, Lao Qian turned his head and reminded the two behind him.

"Ahao, are you alright..."

Walking in this crowded crowd, there is no pressure on Lin Jiuying, who is agile.

However, Lin Jiuying couldn't help asking, casting a sideways glance at the apprentice beside him.

"Don't worry, master, I can still stand it."

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Ah Hao looked up at the looming signboard of 'Qianji Grocery' in the distance, and then gritted his teeth and replied.

After all, he was also a disciple of Maoshan, and although he was not very serious in his usual practice, he would not have been turned into a soft-footed shrimp that could not walk by the third prince for a few minutes.

Hearing the apprentice's insistence, Lin Jiuying also put out the idea of ​​shooting, and took back the spell in his hand. He turned his head and glanced at the old money who was leading the way in front.

"It's here, it's here!"

Passing by a few foreign devils with strong body odor, Lao Qian looked at the sign of the grocery store, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards the store.

However, the next second, the crowd gathered in front of the grocery store made his footsteps stop for a while.

"What's the matter, this store is not open, why are so many people gathered at the door."

"Let it go, let it all go..."

With a puzzled expression on his face, he murmured something, Lao Qian squeezed the crowd around the door of the store and approached the door of the store, and soon he understood the reason why these people gathered here.

I saw, in front of the grocery store.

A monk in a cassock was sitting quietly at the door of the shop, with his hands folded and his head bowed, reciting the scriptures silently.

As the noise in front of the shop sounded, the monk who had been meditating the scriptures seemed to have noticed something, slowly raised his head, and spoke to the crowd in Thai.

"You came."

From the direction the monk was facing, he seemed to be speaking to Old Qian who was passing through the crowd, but it seemed to be speaking to Lin Jiuying who was following behind him.

...

Chinatown, inside a grocery store.

Ahao stretched out his hand and tore a chicken leg from the old hen in front of him and stuffed it into his mouth. He pressed down the hand holding the chicken leg, Ah Hao looked at the monk who was quietly watching him, and suddenly his head became hot, and he handed the chicken leg forward in his hand.

"Otherwise, Master, have a bite too."

As soon as he said the words, Ah Hao reacted, and he was stupid.

The other side is a monk, how can he eat meat.

On the opposite side, although he didn't know what Ah Hao meant, but looking at the chicken legs he handed over, the monk in the driver immediately put his palms together and shook his head, rejecting his "kindness".

"A monk in Thailand pays attention to not eating after noon, and only eats two meals a day in the morning and at noon, so now he doesn't know how to eat."

On the side, seeing Ah Hao's move, Lao Qian immediately said something.

"Just eat two meals, then you won't starve to death."

After listening to Lao Qian's explanation, Ah Hao looked down at the oily and tempting chicken drumsticks in his hand. He usually panicked when he didn't eat a meal. If he could only eat two meals a day like these Thai monks, then he would be fine. what fun.

"The monks do this to get rid of worldly desires. You think everyone is like you and knows how to eat and eat every day."

Hearing his apprentice's inconspicuous words, Lin Jiuying, who was beside him, suddenly said something indignant.

Although Ah Hao has been speaking in Chinese since the beginning, the monk on the opposite side should not know what he meant, but Lin Jiuying still felt a little ashamed.

"I don't know, who said before that the monks of Theravada Buddhism in Thailand are not his opponents at all."

Hearing Lin Jiuying's words, Ah Hao silently complained in his heart.

Of course, on the surface, I dare not express my thoughts in my heart.

After all, everyone who knows him knows that despite Lin Jiuying's usual appearance, she is actually extremely stingy, especially towards those who offend him.

For this, Ahao, as an apprentice, was deeply hurt.

"The world's **** soldier, the essence of gossip, captures the **** general, sits comfortably, hears the mantra, and quickly arrives. Everything is psychic, nothing will be reported, and you must not violate the order. I obey it, as fast as the law!"

On this side, he said something to Ah Hao, but on the other side, Lin Jiuying's hands did not stop.

Holding the written spell in his hand, holding a bowl of water, he recites words in his mouth, and recites the soothing spell. The next second, as the fire flashes, Lin Jiuying puts the burning spell in his hand into the bowl. It turned into a bowl of water and handed it to Ah Hao.

"While I still have strength, I drank the Talisman Water."

"Master, can you do it later?"

Bowing his head, he glanced at the talisman water in Lin Jiuying's hand soaked with the talisman, and Ah Hao said with a bitter face.

He had drunk talisman water before, and it didn't taste good.

"If you want your body to get better, don't talk nonsense. You really think that just relying on an old hen can restore your weak body. The magic spell consumes your energy. Instead of strength, if there is no effect of the soothing spell, if you eat chicken alone, even if you eat a hundred chickens, you will not be able to make up for the energy consumed by the upper body of the third prince."

Hearing what Lin Jiuying said, even if Ah Hao was very resistant to the taste of Fushui, he had to take over the bowl of Fushui.

In fact, he also knows that the master is doing this for his own good, but the taste of this talisman water is a bit too unpleasant to drink after all.

He swallowed~www.readwn.com~ left looking at the chicken leg in his hand, and right looking at the Fushui he was holding.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he poured the water into his mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

After drinking the talisman in one breath, Ah Hao patted his chest and coughed a few times. Then he opened his mouth and took a big bite of the chicken leg in his hand, desperately stuffing it into his mouth, thereby suppressing the odor of the talisman in his mouth.

"Master, haven't you thought about making the taste of Fushui a little better?"

"Being a teacher is a practice, not a person who sells talisman water. What do you do when you make it so delicious."

Regarding Ah Hao's opinion, Lin Jiuying raised her eyebrows and replied casually.

"Besides, who would usually drink talisman water to play when they have nothing to do. Drinking too much of this thing is not good for the body, and it is easy to cause constipation."

"Then you are forcing me to drink, master."

"Just because you have something to do, I will let you drink."