August 30th!
A beautiful day begins with beautiful weather.
Renshen got up, went to the bathroom, hopped onto the sink, skillfully picked up his toothbrush and started brushing, took a mouthful of water, and spat it all out. The water was now tainted with Renshen's saliva.
If Liu Ying had witnessed this scene, she would have rushed under Renshen without hesitation, turned her head up, opened her mouth, and swallowed all the essence Renshen spat out.
What a waste, what a terrible waste.
It would all be better off given to her.
Familiar with modern life, Renshen felt that this kind of life was really good. He had powerful protection, no one was eyeing him with malicious intent, and the people around him were quite polite.
"Chicken, a reward for you." Renshen took out a small section of the centipede corpse, patted the evil rooster's head, and said with a smile, "Your brother Renshen treats you well, right?"
The evil rooster trembled with anger, wishing it could peck this hateful fellow to death.
So outrageous.
It was all clearly his. If it weren't for you snatching it all away, this great master would have already swallowed the centipede corpse.
The evil rooster thought, something is better than nothing, and reluctantly swallowed it.
His power surged again.
He felt that the path to his peak was getting closer and closer, not far away at all. Perhaps it wouldn't be long before he could completely embark on the path to the peak.
Having swallowed a small piece of the centipede corpse, the evil rooster observed Renshen's underwear. Although it was immoral to relieve oneself anywhere, he was looking forward to it, hoping Renshen would produce something.
He didn't care if others minded; he only cared if it was good stuff.
Of course, the evil rooster hadn't forgotten his daily duty.
His daily job was to lay eggs, providing breakfast for these foolish humans.
At the gate of Qingshan Mental Hospital.
Xiao Qi looked at the strange fellow in monk's clothing before him, pondering. Are monks so overbearing these days? Instead of seeking alms from wealthy families, he actually came to Qingshan Mental Hospital. In all his time as a security guard here, he had never encountered such a situation.
Having read countless novels, he was well-versed in the essence of stereotypical stories.
"This master, is there anything I can help you with?"
Xiao Qi put his palms together, performing the gesture quite well, with a faint smile on his face, appearing very polite. If this monk turned out to be a big shot, and he performed well, perhaps he would be noticed by the big shot and his life would take off.
This monk was one of the ten Arhat preachers who came from the Small Paradise.
They didn't use their real names, each taking a simple name.
He was the leader of the ten preachers, called A Da, and the others were numbered sequentially, like A Er, A San, A Si, and so on.
A Da knew that preaching was a very difficult task.
Unexpectedly, this young man seemed to respect him.
It seemed things weren't as simple as he thought.
"This benefactor, my Dharma name is A Da. I have come from a distant place to preach." A Da put his palms together and said with a smile.
Xiao Qi understood some special implications from his words.
A distant place?
In these dangerous times, he could safely arrive here, indicating he definitely had some abilities. If he didn't, he would have been killed long ago; how could he possibly appear here?
Opportunity knocked.
After a brief thought, he recalled various plots from novels. A group of people encountered a scruffy old man, and everyone looked down on him, except for the protagonist. In the end, after much hardship, the protagonist gained recognition and soared to greatness.
Xiao Qi dreamt of being a security guard, and he enjoyed being a security guard at Qingshan Mental Hospital, but he hoped to become a capable security guard, the kind of hidden master with an unassuming demeanor.
"Master, what do you think of me?" Xiao Qi invited A Da into the security room and personally poured him tea. "Master, I'm very serious."
Xiao Qi's enthusiasm made A Da a little uncomfortable.
Too enthusiastic.
It made him feel like preaching wasn't such a difficult task after all.
A Da took a sip of tea. The taste was good, but it contained many impurities. For people like him, they wouldn't normally touch such things. But now, he remembered his mission. As a preacher, he had to endure hardships and humiliation. Even if he suffered all kinds of insults, he needed to maintain a peaceful mind and exude the qualities of equality and detachment from worldly affairs, thereby influencing the restless emotions of others.
"Benefactor, you are kind and very good."
Xiao Qi smiled. Praise from others was always the best, but that wasn't what he wanted.
"Master, do you think I have good spiritual roots? Don't judge me just because I'm a security guard. I have a righteous heart, upholding justice and helping the weak. But sometimes, I'm powerless. I can only watch helplessly when I encounter those villains."
"It pains me, it fills me with regret!"
Xiao Qi just wanted the master to see his heart.
To learn a move or two, to show off outside.
A Da said: "Benefactor, I admire your heart."
"Master, I can tell you're no ordinary person. From your appearance, you must be a master with unique skills. Please, Master, teach me a thing or two, so I can continue on this righteous path without stopping." Xiao Qi pulled out a chair, clasped his hands, knelt on one knee, and exclaimed, "Please, Master, grant my wish."
A Da looked at this mortal. He was quite pleased by what he had just said. I've hidden myself so well, yet you could still see through me. You have discerning eyes, truly excellent.
Xiao Qi waited expectantly, his eyes shining with a light of yearning. He just wanted to learn a move or two.
"Master, you're here to preach, right? I'll introduce you to our director later. Our director knows many people, and there are many people here too. They will definitely be impressed by your abilities."
A Da listened and felt that it made sense.
They came here to preach. Now, they were scattered, seemingly casting a wide net to preach, but in reality, they were also competing. After all, the leader's position wasn't easy to hold, and there were quite a few people eyeing it.
"Benefactor, seeing your kind heart, I am willing to fulfill your wish. This is a secret manual, the "Arhat Divine Fist". After achieving minor mastery, you will possess the might of an Arhat subduing a tiger. After achieving great mastery, you will possess the power of an Arhat. I hope, benefactor, that you will use this skill to benefit the world and never do evil." A Da took out the manual. It wasn't exactly a supreme skill; in the starry sky, even if it were left on the roadside, it might not be picked up.
But it was more than enough to fool this guy.
Xiao Qi received it with both hands, treating the manual as a treasure. "Thank you, Master, for bestowing this skill upon me. I, Xiao Qi, swear to heaven that I will cultivate diligently and benefit the world."
"Master, please come inside. I'll take you to our director now."
Just as he thought.
This person was a master.
Low-key people were always so inconspicuous. Fortunately, he had read many novels, and the tropes were real. The more low-key a person was, the more formidable they were. As long as he performed well, he would reap great rewards.
Not long after.
Xiao Qi returned to the security post, satisfied.
Looking at the manual in his hand, he revealed a joyful smile and took out his phone to take a picture of the manual.
WeChat Moments.
I knew my life was extraordinary. A master passed by and discovered that I possess exceptional talent, a once-in-a-century prodigy. He insisted on giving me a secret manual, saying that only I am qualified to cultivate it. What could I do? I graciously accepted.
Regardless of how things actually transpired.
The phone was his, the WeChat Moments were his, he could post whatever he wanted, no one could stop him.
But soon.
Some of the replies on his Moments made him very unhappy.
Drives a Ferrari with One Hand: How much did you pay for that, a few cents?
Your Ancestor: I told you to read fewer novels, now you're seeing things.
Director of Qingshan: Xiao Xiao, come see me sometime, it's free.
Xiao Qi gripped his phone tightly, his expression serious. He felt utterly humiliated. No one believed him, but regardless, he secretly vowed to make them see, to make them witness his power in the future, in response to their mockery today.
In the office.
Director Hao sat in his leather chair, looking at the monk sitting on the sofa, without much interest. What use could a monk be here?
If it were a rich boss, he would definitely entertain them well, making sure they felt that coming here was truly worth it.
"Where does the master come from?" Director Hao asked.
A Da replied, "Director Hao, I come from a very distant place."
"How far?"
"Very far."
"Oh, then what is your purpose in coming here?"
Director Hao couldn't sense how powerful the other party was, or rather, he couldn't sense anything at all. A Da was the most skilled preacher under the Small Buddha. Although his power was somewhat weak, he was still quite strong here. It was normal for Hao Ren not to sense his aura.
A Da put his palms together and bowed slightly, saying, "I have come from afar to spread Buddhist teachings, hoping that the world can understand the greatness of Buddha. I wish to borrow your place, Director, to spread the Dharma."
Director Hao thought to himself, this guy is interesting. Wanting to use his place to spread Buddhist teachings, that was something he hadn't seen before. But the only thing he couldn't understand was, couldn't this monk read the sign at the gate?
Even for spreading teachings, you need to find a good place.
You come to a mental hospital to spread teachings? He wanted to give him a thorough examination to see if his head was alright. If it wasn't, he could arrange a ward for him.
"Master, what a grand aspiration." Director Hao praised.
A Da said, "What I do is nothing. I only hope that the world can perceive Buddha's compassion and care."
Director Hao nodded, "Master, your compassion and pity for the world, such a state of mind, I truly admire."
"Not at all, not at all." A Da felt that everything was going smoothly. The Small Buddha had told him that the Buddhist path there was broken, and spreading the teachings would encounter obstacles. But so far, he hadn't felt any problems.
At this moment.
Director Hao looked at the gold bracelet on A Da's wrist and asked curiously:
"Master, is that real gold? I haven't seen real gold in a long time. Actually, I'm just like you, Master, a kind-hearted person. Supporting all these people here, their food and drink are becoming a problem."
"Sigh..."
After saying this, he put on a helpless expression, but his eyes were still fixed on the bracelet.
A Da glanced at him, then at the bracelet on his wrist.
He had only one thought.
This person wants it.