"Humph, not so cocky now, are you? How can you not see that woman is way out of your league? Don’t work your eyebrows off for nothing!"
Little Green Bird drooped its head on Ye Tian’s shoulder, probably sleepy, nodding off every now and then like a chick pecking at grains.
"Ah, bird, aren’t you just wonderful? When you’re feeling down, just fly around in the sky; missing a woman, just dive into her arms and stay there; such a sweet life, even an immortal wouldn’t give it up, right? But alas, as for , other than those two inexplicable beads in my stomach, all my cultivation is gone. Even those couple of life-saving Panchen Finger techniques I can’t perform. Tell , tell , has God gone blind? Huh, this world, it’s all ssed up by the sky above us..."
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a thunderclap exploded across the starry sky, and Ye Tian rolled right off the rooftop, faintly accompanied by his cries of pain.
"Ah!"
As Ye Tian often said, no banquet in the world lasts forever. After spending nearly a month in the Two Zen Temple, it was ti for him to leave.
In the following half month, Ye Tian didn’t get a chance to truly confront Zhang Liang, only that tomboyish Qin Chuan was still occasionally losing her mind, seemingly running into so troubles. But Ye Tian rather enjoyed watching her flustered; the more agitated she got, the more delighted he felt, since, after all, she wasn’t exactly a good person either.
When the guest room had been slowly set up and the floor laid again, it was ti for Ye Tian to depart.
Lunch, which also served as a farewell al.
The little monk specially went down the mountain and bought two kilos of beef back, which was quite a struggle for him as he usually didn’t eat at. Staring at the beef in the basket made him think of the diligent old ox. Even though Zhang Ling’er tirelessly explained that these were livestock bred specifically for slaughter and for eating, it didn’t persuade him. Eventually, he stopped trying. While everyone else ate, only the little monk sat there, head bowed, chanting Amitabha, purporting to liberate the beef. The monk put down his chopsticks, glared, "Chanting can conjure Buddha, abstaining from at can digest Buddha!"
That made the little monk stop chanting.
"Brother Tian, you’re really leaving now?"
Zhang Ling’er’s two braids had been transford by Qin Chuan into a cascade of shoulder-length hair, which looked prettier but sohow less spirited, which quite displeased Ye Tian, though he didn’t say anything. After all, Qin Chuan’s specialty was that slap which could smack Ye Tian dead on the spot.
"Yes, I’m leaving. Ling’er, rember, even though I’m gone, my heart remains with you."
Hearing his words, Qin Chuan, who was eating, kicked him rcilessly under the table. Ye Tian exclaid, "Miss Qin Chuan, why did you kick ? Did I say sothing wrong?"
"Who kicked you, huh? Say it again, who kicked you?"
A chilling killing aura ca from across, causing Ye Tian to hastily change his words, saying, "No, no, I must have kicked the table leg myself."
"So clumsy, you should watch your step when you walk outside in the future. If you run into so formidable people, it won’t be as simple as kicking a table leg, it would be like kicking an iron plate, and that could be deadly."
Watching Qin Chuan’s face twist with intimidation, Ye Tian quietly swallowed his saliva and shakily fed the trembling green bird a few grains of rice, as the little creature too was startled by the killing aura from across.
Ye Tian thought to himself, Oh bird, just what kind of life are we leading?
After lunch, it was ti to part. There wasn’t much to give, for his clothes were worn-out from long-term labor. He ended up wearing the little monk’s robe. The monk gave him a book and placed a white bead in his hand, claiming it was a Buddha Bead brought back from Nepal by the Great Zen Master.
Ye Tian couldn’t believe that just for a bead the size of a quail egg, so many people would go forth to et their deaths. It just wasn’t worth it. I didn’t even try that hard, and here I have it in my hand now, Ahahaha!
Seeing Ye Tian’s smug look, Qin Chuan scoffed disdainfully. She never understood why the Sixth Group cared so much about this guy, a person riddled with faults, nothing less than a disgrace. Putting such a person in the Sixth Group, who knew what might happen? He could beco a liability, hurting the whole group. From the first mont she saw Ye Tian, Qin Chuan had a bad feeling about him. Accordingly, in her mind, such a person must be driven out of the Sixth Group, or at least be kept in a corner to live humbly and work diligently on tasks like cleaning toilets or taking out the trash.
Ye Tian placed the Buddha Beads in his pocket. He wasn’t that concerned about the Buddha himself, just figured if soday he beca impoverished, he could sell it for so money—that would be enough. What interested him was the book the monk gave him, strictly speaking, it wasn’t a scripture. Given the handwritten content inside, it might be better described as a diary, and the penman was none other than the monk.
"This is my writing, not many words, just around a dozen pages, take it and read, it’s beneficial for your body."
Ye Tian’s eyes sparkled as he leaned in, "Does it boost physical strength and enhance virility?"
The monk smacked him on the back of the head, "Get lost!"
After receiving the gift of a slap for the third ti, Ye Tian sheepishly followed behind Qin Chuan down the mountain. The small temple beca more and more distant behind them, disappearing amid the bamboo forest.
Along the way, Ye Tian didn’t speak to Qin Chuan, not even a grunt, but the green bird on his shoulder was chattering rrily with him.
"Little Qing."
"Chirp chirp," the green bird responded.
"What kind of mate do you think you should find in the future?"
The green bird shook its head.
"Not sure? Well, let explain carefully. Won..." Seeing the intense killing aura in Qin Chuan’s eyes as she turned around, Ye Tian quickly changed his words, "Mothers, they all have their nature. There’s a saying, ’bountiful bosom,’ do you know what that ans? It ans that a girl with a ’full bosom’ is truly a poised person, while those ’small-bosod’ mothers are the ones who are both slly and tough. Just like soone you know, those with small bosoms and bad temperants, otherwise they wouldn’t... Ah!"
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