C21

The next day, Xiao Ziyan and Sima Xiao woke up very late. When it was close to lunchtime, the two of them stood up to wash up. Feeling hungry, they went to find the school book to eat.

"No." I had a nightmare last night and didn't sleep well. " The script had a nightmare last night, but Sima Xiao Yue had a beautiful dream. She dreamt that she and Xiao Zi Yan were very close to each other, so when she thought of it, her heart was elated.

The three of them went downstairs to get some food. As he was eating, he suddenly asked, "Big brother Xiao, have your cultivation technique improved?" Xiao Ziyan put down her bowl and chopsticks and dejectedly shook her head. "I still haven't broken through. My heart is very troubled."

The monk looked at Xiao Ziyan and saw that the three of them were dressed neatly. However, there was a tinge of dust on their faces as they asked, "Little child, did you just arrive from outside the city?"

"None of your business, you stinking monk!"

"The more you do it, the more reasonable it is." Xiao Ziyan pulled Sima Xiao closer behind her. "We came from Shu to Tianjing."

"Senior is a straightforward person." Xiao Ziyan said respectfully.

"Hahaha, aside from being a monk, I love to drink and eat meat. I like to hear others say that I am straightforward. As for those bullsh * t Buddhist ceremonies, I don't care about them at all."

The monk glanced at Sima Xiaoyue, "Is this girl called Sima Xiaoyue?" Sima Xiao was shocked. "How did you know?!"

"Haha, as expected, having a mother means having a daughter. No matter if it's you or your mother, you are extremely similar in character or appearance."

"You! You stinking monk! You dare to say that my mother is old! " Sima Xiao Yue had always thought that his mother was the prettiest girl. When he heard this baldy's words, he was instantly enraged.

"When you see your mother, tell her that the monk wants to teach her a lesson again. Get her to come over quickly." The Chinese scholar couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he heard the monk talking nonsense. Sima Xiao Yue's mother was a great figure in the ancient and modern times. Now, the master of the temple, Sima Qiao Hui, was the mother of this great being.

"I say, little brother, how about you treat me to some meat and drink?" The monk poked Xiao Ziyan's arm. Xiao Ziyan saw that the chicken leg in his hand had already been finished, but it seemed she hadn't eaten her fill. She wanted him to treat her to meat.

Xiao Ziyan liked this monk's personality, and since she was Sima Xiao Yue's mother's friend, she agreed without hesitation, "No problem, what does senior want to eat?"

"Monks obviously want to eat meat!"

Xiao Ziyan was impressed by Wen Shaosi's words. "Senior, how about we enter this restaurant?"

"Great!" Just as they chased the monk out, the monk still wants to enter. As he finished speaking, the Young Fool walked away, wanting to enter the restaurant first. The big men in the restaurant all rolled up their sleeves and walked towards the entrance. "Smelly monk, are you courting death again?" "Hahaha, Monk is not going to stink this time. Monks bring fragrant money to eat meat."