A tall place was sighing. A thin and pale little girl walked into the restaurant with a hug with a little timidity. She opened her eyes wide and looked around. When she saw a luxuriously dressed person, she walked over and asked, "Master, do you want to listen to the music? I can sing so many songs."

Those rich and noble businessmen and tyrannical children saw a lot of rouge and powder. Seeing that the little girl was thin, rustic and not very beautiful, she could not get any interest, and waved her away impatiently. The girl's eyes gradually contained tears, and she became more and more weak and pitiful. She reluctantly swept the customers of the restaurant again, walked straight to the heights, with a ray of light flashing in her eyes.

"Does the young master want to listen to music? The little girl can sing anything."

Gao Cuo looked at her and felt quite pitiful. He thought that he almost starved to death on the road of running around, so he couldn't help but feel pity.

"If you want to sing, just sing, but I don't have any money for you. You can bring some wine and food back." Gao Zu pointed to the exquisite food on the table: "The only thing I can give you."

The little girl's face turned red and she brought out a little joy without any concealment. She sat down next to the table above and fiddled with her slender fingers. The song "Spring River Moon Night" sounded like a flowing cloud and water, which was very beautiful.

The spring tides are connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is born with the tide.

The waves are rippling for thousands of miles, and there is no spring river without the moonlight.

The river flows around the fragrant dwellings, and the moon shines on the flowers and forests all look like sleet.

The frost flows in the sky without feeling the flowing, and the white sand on the ground cannot be seen.

The river and sky are all color without dust, and the lonely moon is in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon by the river? When did the moon in the river shine on people?

Life has been endless from generation to generation, and the rivers and months are only similar every year.

I don’t know who the moon in the river is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water.

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At first, the song was like a small bridge and flowing water, like a cry and a complaint, making people intoxicated. But when they arrived at the back, they became more and more lingering and sharp. I felt my heart pounding and pounding, and I felt my true energy suddenly not under my control and ran up. I wanted to make a sound and stop my brain, but my limbs were extremely drowsy, and my limbs couldn't move. Look at her little girl, with her long hair in the wind, her clothes dancing, and her strange smile on her face, like crazy, and she was still a little timid, but she looked like a witch from the Nine Nether Hell.

I heard a deep voice of suffering from a high place. It was rare to have a kind heart, but I fell so confused.

Just as he was anxious, a roar of thunder suddenly came out of nowhere: "Ha, begging for alms. The old monk came to beg for alms. The rich took money, and the poor didn't give him food." The roar was like a wolf or a tiger, which was extremely unpleasant, but a restaurant was drowsy from the groggy guests. The little girl hugged her pipa and jumped away like flying from the window. The high place felt wider, and the discomfort immediately disappeared.

He looked back and saw a bald head gradually rising at the entrance of the stairs. When someone walked up, he turned out to be an old monk with a wide nose and wide mouth, and his eyes were slanted. He didn't look like a good person no matter how he looked. The monk looked around and seemed to be looking for someone he liked. When he saw Gaodu looking at him with his eyes, he actually smiled ambiguously, and then sat beside Gaodu carelessly.

"This young man has a very wise face and has a connection with my Buddha. Is it good to have a vegetarian meal for a monk?"

Before Gaodu could answer, the old monk had already picked up the chopsticks: "Ah, the vegetarian dishes are ready, it's so good to teach. A little white-faced man is handsome and kind, and has infinite merits. Amitabha Buddha."

Gao Cuo gave him a little face and screamed in an upset voice, and said back:

"Old bald man, don't be polite, just use it."

The monk was stunned: "I call you a little white man, so you call me a bald man? Ah, young people are really not at all at risk. Forget it, monks must enlighten you. My Buddha said: It is a blessing to suffer losses. Have you heard of it?"

Gao Chu didn't answer him, and slapped his bald head hard.

"Oh, what are you doing?" The old monk was in pain, his eyes widened even wider, as if it was about to fall out.

"Old bald man, aren't you saying that it's a blessing to suffer a loss? If I hit you, you will suffer a loss. I'm blessing you. Good, good."

"Yeah..." The monk touched his bald head: "Why did you hit me? I still think you make more sense?"

Gao Chu ignored him and took some meat dishes in front of him. He was about to enjoy it, but was stopped by the monk.

"You little face, eating so much meat and fish alone is very bad for your health. Come on, this plate of green vegetables is so green that it makes people happy. Take it, and this plate of tofu is delicious and sweet, which is also given to you. These fish and shrimps are hard for the old monk, and he is trying to offend me and Buddha to save them for you."

The eyes of the high place were straight: "Old bald, do you dare to eat meat? Are you not afraid of a god who raises his head three feet to chop you, a monk who does not keep the precepts."

The monk's eyebrows swayed and said disdainfully: "If you have a Buddha in your heart, it doesn't matter what you eat. You don't have to be a monk."

"Then why don't you go to take stool?"

"Uh...you said such a disgusting topic when you were eating." The old monk ignored him, shook his cheeks and just ate his own food.

After eating for a while, seeing Gao Chu still looking at him with wide eyes, the monk threw the chopsticks in anger: "Don't be so stingy, just eat some food for you. This is enough, the monk will not eat yours for nothing. After enjoying your vegetarian meal, the monk will teach you a set of invincible boxing techniques."

When I saw the monk in a serious manner, I was surprised.

"The invincible boxing technique in the world? Shaolin Luohan Fist? Tiger Fist, or Seven Injury Fist?"

The monk's face showed contempt: "What do you think of these incomparable things? My invincible boxing technique was created by me. It was named "Tianjue Three Styles". Monk, I have been in the world for many years and I have been safe and sound, all relying on this set of boxing."

There was interest from the high place: "Old monk, you can be considered to be the pinnacle of bragging skills."

The old monk shook his sleeves angrily: "If you don't let you see, you don't know what it means to have heaven outside." He took out a booklet that was even more ragged than unlucky sword technique from his arms and handed it to Gao Di.

"This is my secret book of the three styles of Tianjue. I'll give it to you today, and it's not in vain to treat me to a vegetarian meal." After saying that, he pulled his big sleeves and rolled up the food on the entire table, without looking back, and went downstairs.

High places inexplicably opened the booklet and looked at it intently.

"The first move of the three styles of Tianjue: Black Tigers' Heart. The second move: Monkey steals peaches. The third move: apply oil to the soles of the feet. Practice these three tricks: steal ducks and dogs, kill chickens and get eggs, and it will be unfavorable."

Gao Duo was so angry that he almost fainted. He looked out the window and saw that there was no trace of the old monk.
Chapter completed!