Chapter 29 Apprenticeship to the Living Buddha

"System, do you know what I'm going to do next?"

"..."

The calculator interface appeared on the screen of the mobile phone, Anyang tapped his finger on it a few times, and frowned.

"Two months! So long..."

"Looks like you can prepare well."

Anyang took a deep breath and fell into deep thought.

...

The rented place in Anyang is close to the suburbs, which is the cheapest area on the edge of Jinguan City. There is a very nice park not far from the suburbs. Next to the park is a series of villa areas. The whole park looks very clean.

Early in the morning, he went out in the morning sun, without having breakfast, he came to the park, found a quiet and uninhabited forest path, sat crossed on a chair with a newspaper, and began to practice Kunlun Jutsu.

He doesn't worry about what others find out. These days the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. There are many young people who have nothing to do all day long and want to make some strange things. As for the strange eyes of others, he doesn't care at all.

I don't know anyway.

Otherwise, why do you run so far?

After sitting down and breathing for a while, I felt refreshed and refreshed. Only then did Anyang realize that this place is really quiet, and the air is many times better than that in a residential building, which is very suitable for meditation.

After a long time, the scorching sunlight hit his face through the gap in the woods, and there were loud noises around him. Only then did he realize that it was almost noon. He couldn't help but get up and stretched out of the woods while looking around.

At this time, his limbs and bones seemed to be open, and the feeling of weakness and powerlessness after tossing with Nie Xiaoqian all night disappeared!

There was an old man sitting on a stool outside the forest, looking up at him from time to time with a strange look.

Anyang ignored it and walked out of the park a few steps.

After lunch, he contacted a curtain shop and installed black opaque curtains for the whole house. For insurance, he used two layers, one built-in and one external.

Not only the windows, but also the exhaust fans and air-conditioning ports. No connection to the outside world has been spared, so as not to let any light penetrate.

The master was very quick in his hands and feet, and installed all the curtains within two hours, but he looked a little weird when he left.

Anyang touched his nose and knew in his heart that it is impossible for a normal person to block all the outside light sources of the house.

In the afternoon, Ji Weiwei came.

Anyang heard a rustling sound outside the door, and soon there was the sound of turning the key, and with a click, the door opened in response.

"Why don't you open the door for me, won't you be home again..."

Stepping into the room, she shivered violently: "Hey, auntie won't meet a ghost, why is it so dark! It's broad daylight!"

A figure appeared in front of her, startling her!

Snapped!

The lights were turned on, the room was bright, and Anyang's figure appeared in front of her!

"Anyang, you almost scared my aunt to death!"

Anyang looked at her who was carrying a plastic bag, and could see that there was a small folding bench in it, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"Looking for you!"

"Why are you asking me to bring a bench?"

Ji Weiwei said solemnly: "Take the key, your house is so high, how can I get it without a bench!"

Anyang was helpless for a while: "Whose door is not so high, obviously you are too short, if the door is as high as you, how can I get in like me."

Ji Weiwei blurted out: "Bend over."

"..."

"Oh, I'm not afraid that you are not at home. I can't wait outside the door. You have so many questions. I haven't asked you yet. Why don't you open the door for me since you are at home?"

"Open the door...but you have to knock."

Ji Weiwei looked embarrassed, took out a pair of pink sandals and slippers from the shoe cabinet, put them on quickly, then walked into the room and looked left and right: "Anyang, what are you doing, making a good room so gloomy !"

Anyang was silent for a while, and said, "I have a skin disease, and I can't see the sun, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable."

"what?"

Ji Weiwei took a step back subconsciously, keeping her distance from him.

"Isn't it contagious?"

Anyang looked at her with a dark face, a black line on his forehead, and suddenly let go and said, "Well, in fact, I have a female ghost in my room. I'm afraid the sun will hurt her."

Ji Weiwei nodded solemnly: "Well, I think so too!"

Leaving Anyang with a sore face and messy in the wind.

"By the way, your parents won't force you to have a blind date again, will they?"

"Why, so afraid of this goddess coming to sleep?" Ji Weiwei glanced at him sideways, "Don't worry, this goddess is here to invite you to dinner today, and it happens to be a holiday."

Anyang was drinking water with a cup of water. Hearing this, he glanced at her condescendingly, and said lightly, "Goddess? Is there a goddess with a flat chest like you?"

Ji Weiwei's face suddenly became fierce, her chest was raised, but she was quickly discouraged, and muttered: "What do you know, the essence is concentrated!"

Anyang almost spit out a mouthful of water.

Ji Weiwei said, "It's alright, let's go get dressed up and go out to dinner with this goddess."

Anyang said with a look of vigilance: "What should I dress up for when I go out to dinner with you, you won't lie to me to accompany you to any party?"

"You've read too many novels, and you're still partying. Do you want to pretend to be my goddess' boyfriend again? If you don't dress up, don't dress up, you just go out in slippers."

"..."

"Oh, by the way, your AIDS will not affect you when you go out, right?"

"...Ai you uncle!"

After eating a big food stall with Ji Weiwei and sending her back to her home, Anyang was surprised to find that her parents were actually here!

Luckily I didn't wear slippers!

Anyang was a little embarrassed. He stood at the door and greeted Ji Weiwei's parents. Feeling that he was not very popular, he shrugged his shoulders and left, thinking that if he didn't go out with their daughter, why would he look at their faces every time!

Ji Weiwei chewed gum indifferently, looked at her parents' gloomy faces, and even said goodbye to Anyang: "They will leave in a few days, remember to come and play often."

Anyang was stunned for a moment, suddenly understood Ji Weiwei's thoughts, and couldn't help shaking his head with a wry smile.

"This girl..."

When she got home, Nie Xiaoqian was already curled up on the sofa watching TV. Her slender body was pitiful, and her round and slender legs were dazzlingly white. She seemed to like this pose, but she didn't understand how attractive she was doing it.

Anyang sat on the sofa, she quickly put down the remote control, came over to squeeze his shoulders for him, pointed around and said, "Anyang, you're back, did you make these curtains?"

"Yes, so you can come out to breathe during the day."

Nie Xiaoqian kissed Anyang lightly, put her in his ear and said softly, "Thank you, husband Anyang."

Anyang put his arms around her slender waist and stroked the very upturned elastic part, saying, "How should you thank me?"

Nie Xiaoqian pushed him away, and said shyly, "No, all day long, I only know how to think about things that are not serious. If this goes on, your body won't be able to take it anymore."

Anyang touched his nose. He really felt that he was a little weak recently. His palms were always cold and sweaty. It seemed that he had to speed up the practice of Kunlun Jue.

"It's not that you are too beautiful, you are naturally charming."

Nie Xiaoqian lowered her head and said, "I'll squeeze your shoulders for you and relax, but you can't mess around."

Anyang agreed with a smile, he was not in a hurry anyway.

At night, the clouds and the rain were still turbulent. After all, Nie Xiaoqian was a pure classical woman, no matter how worried about his body, she could not refuse his request.

When he got up in the morning, Anyang could always find that his face paled a bit again, so he ran more frequently to the park and spent a lot of time every day in the Kunlun Competition.

A week later, he found that his physique had increased by 0.1 to 2.3, which was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise.

Correspondingly, more and more people found his strange behavior in the park. Most of them were retired old men and women, as well as young men and women, and many of them cast curious glances at him. The clean forest paths are no longer so clean.

Until one day, an old man approached him nervously and asked, "Young man, what kind of gong are you practicing?"

Anyang was stunned, and smiled helplessly: "I don't have any merit, I'm just bored to sit here and play and think about life."

The old man looked at him in disbelief: "Don't think I don't know, I've been paying attention to you for a few days, you come every day, and you sit here for most of the day, have you worshipped any living Buddha as your teacher? I also want to believe in Buddhism, what's the matter, report my name to introduce me to my brother?"

Brother...!

Anyang looked at his already gray hair and beard, the high-quality workmanship at first glance, the expensive clothes, and the piercing eyes full of desire, and couldn't help but feel a pain in the ass.

Are these rich people so boring!

"...Uncle, you think too much, I just play casually."

Unexpectedly, the more he denied it, the more unbelievable the old man became. He said curiously, "I can't say yes, can it be the Tibetan Tantra?"

The corners of Anyang's eyes twitched, but he knew that "high-level people" such as living Buddhas and qigong masters were more popular in the upper class, especially the living Buddhas recognized by orthodox Tibetan Buddhism. , but this old man is also a little neurotic.

He simply closed his eyes and ignored him.

The old man continued to whisper in his ear: "lady, what are you doing sitting here, is it a test given to you by the living Buddha?"

Anyang took a deep breath and ignored him.

The old man continued to talk to himself: "Well, I think so. I heard from Lao Qin that the living Buddha's requirements for accepting disciples are very strict. Not only do they have to donate huge sums of money, but they also test their character."

Anyang opened his eyes and looked helplessly at the old man who was bored at first glance: "Master, what do you want to do?"

Only then did the old man wake up and pat his head: "Yes, yes, I can't disturb you. I'm guilty of delaying my little brother's worship of the living Buddha. I'll leave after asking a question."

Seeing that he was an old man, Anyang said helplessly, "You can ask, but don't ask me what kind of gong I am practicing."

"No, no!" The old man assured, and winked in front of him for a while, "Which living Buddha did you worship, and how much money did you donate when you worshipped? I see if I can find it, brother."

Anyang: "..."