Chapter 29

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

“……”

The calculator interface appears on the mobile phone screen at the right time. Anyang's fingers light click on it and frown.

"Two months! So long... "

"It seems that we can prepare well."

Anyang took a deep breath and fell into deep thought.

……

Anyang has been close to the outskirts of the city, which is the cheapest area on the edge of Jinguan city. Not far from the outskirts of the city, there is a very good park. Next to the park is a series of villa areas. Due to the remote location and the lack of intensive living, the whole Park is very clean.

Early in the morning, he went out to the park without breakfast. He found a secluded forest path, put a newspaper on the chair, and began to practice Kunlun Jue.

He doesn't worry about what other people find. These days, there are many young people who want to make strange things. As for other people's strange eyes, he doesn't care.

I don't know.

Otherwise, why are you running so far!

After sitting down and breathing, Anyang found that it was really quiet, and the air was many times better than that in the residential building. It was very suitable for meditation practice.

For a long time, the hot sun shot into his face through the gap of the forest, and the sound of cicadas was heard around him. He found that it was almost noon. He could not help but get up and stretch, looking around and out of the forest.

At this time, all his limbs seemed to open, and the weakness of Nie Xiaoqian after a night's struggle disappeared!

There was an old man sitting on a stool outside the forest. From time to time, he looked up at him with strange eyes.

Anyang ignored and walked out of the park.

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

Not only the windows, but also the exhaust fan and the air conditioning port. They have not let any place connected with the outside world go, so as not to let a ray of light in.

Shifu is very agile. He has installed all the curtains in two hours, but when he left, he looked strange.

Anyang felt his nose and knew that it was impossible for a normal person to block all the external light sources of the house.

In the afternoon, Ji Weiwei came.

Anyang heard the sound of the rope outside the door. Soon came the sound of turning the key. With a click, the door opened.

"Why don't you open the door for me and stay at home again..."

Stepping into the room, she gave a shiver: "hiss, my aunt won't be haunted, how can it be so dark! It's daylight! "

A figure appeared in front of her, frightening her!

PA!

The light is on, and the room is bright. Anyang's figure appears in front of her!

"Anyang, you almost scared my aunt!"

Anyang looked at her with a plastic pocket, and it could be seen that one of them was a small folding stool. She was surprised and asked, "what are you doing?"

"Look for you!"

"What do you want me to do with a bench?"

Ji Weiwei said seriously, "take the key, how can I get it without a bench because the eaves of your house are so high!"

Anyang felt helpless for a while: "whose eaves are not so high. You are too short. If the doors are as high as you, how can I get in like me?"

Jiweiwei blurted out, "bend down."

“……”

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

"Open the door But you have to knock. "

Ji Weiwei's face was embarrassed. She took out a pair of pink slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on quickly. Then she went into the middle of the room and looked right and left: "Anyang, what are you doing? Make a good room so gloomy!"

Anyang was silent and said, "I've got skin disease. I can't see the sunshine, or I'll feel sick all over."

"Ah?"

Ji Wei subconsciously takes a step back and keeps a distance with him.

"It's not contagious, is it?"

Anyang looked at her with a black face. Suddenly, the black thread of her forehead relaxed and said, "well, actually I have a ghost girl in my room. I'm afraid the sun will hurt her."

Ji Weiwei nodded solemnly: "well, I think so!"

Anyang's face is painful and messy in the wind.

"Well, your parents won't make you date again, will they?"

"Why, so afraid of Ben goddess coming to sleep?" Jiweiwei glanced at him sideways. "Don't worry, I'm here to invite you to dinner today. It's just a holiday."

Anyang is drinking water from a water cup, and sniffs at her commanding glance, saying faintly: "goddess? Is there such a flat breasted goddess as you? "Ji Weiwei's face was fierce and fierce, and his chest was soon released. He quickly released his breath and muttered, "what do you know?"

Anyang's saliva almost didn't come out.

Jiweiwei said: "OK, hurry to dress up and go out to dinner with Ben."

Anyang said warily on one face, "what's the dress for going out to dinner with you? You won't cheat me to go to any party with you?"

"You've read a lot of novels and have a party. Do you want to pretend to be my goddess boyfriend again? If you don't dress up, you'll go out in slippers."

“……”

"By the way, you will not be affected by going out with AIDS?"

“…… I love you! "

When Ji Weiwei and I ate a big stall together and sent her back to her home, Anyang was surprised to find that her parents had come!

I'm glad I didn't wear slippers!

Anyang was embarrassed. Standing at the door, he said hello to Ji Weiwei's parents. He felt that he was not very popular. He shrugged his shoulders and left. He thought that he would not bubble in their daughter again. Why should he look at their faces every time!

Ji Weiwei's face doesn't matter. She chews gum and looks at her parents' gloomy face. She says to Anyang, "they'll leave in a few days. Remember to play a lot."

Anyang stupefied, suddenly understood Ji Weiwei's mind, could not help shaking his head and laughing bitterly.

"This girl..."

When she returned home, Nie Xiaoqian had curled up on the sofa to watch TV. Her slender body was pitiful, and her round and long legs were dazzling white. She seemed to like this posture very much, but she did not understand how attractive it was to do so.

Anyang sat on the sofa, she quickly put down the remote control, came to pinch his shoulder, pointed around and said: "Anyang, you are back, do you get these curtains?"

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

Nie Xiaoqian gently kisses Anyang, reaches to his ear and says softly, "thank Anyang husband."

Anyang put his arm around her slender waist, stroked the upturned elastic part downward, and said, "how can you thank me?"

Nie Xiaoqian pushed him aside and said shyly, "no, all day long, you only know that you can't stand to think of something improper, and then you can't stand it."

Anyang felt his nose. He really felt weak recently. His palm was always cold and sweaty. It seems that he could speed up the cultivation of Kunlun Jue.

"It's not that you're so beautiful, you're born to be obsequious."

Nie Xiaoqian looked down and said, "I'll knead your shoulders for you, relax and relax, but you can't mess around."

Anyang agreed with a smile. He was not in a hurry anyway.

At night, it's still stormy. After all, Nie Xiaoqian is a pure classical woman. No matter how worried about his body, he can't refuse his request.

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

A week later, he found that his physical fitness increased by 0.1 to 2.3, which was undoubtedly a surprise.

Correspondingly, there are more people in the park who find his strange behavior, most of them are old and old women retired for the aged, and also young men and women, who cast curious eyes on him. The clear forest path is no longer so clean.

Until one day, an old man came to him nervously and asked him, "young man, what are you doing?"

Anyang was stunned and smiled helplessly: "nothing, just sitting here and playing and thinking 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 several days. You come here every day. It's a long time since you sat here. Did you worship any living Buddha as your teacher? I also want to believe in Buddhism recently. What's the matter? I'll introduce you to him with a famous number?"

Brother!

Anyang looks at his gray hair and beard, the first time he looks at it, the first-class workmanship, the expensive clothes, and the keen and eager eyes, which can't help but hurt his eggs.

These rich people are so boring!

“…… Sir, if you think about it more, I'll just play. "

I didn't expect that the more he denied it, the more unbelievable the old man was. He said curiously, "I can't say yet, is it the secret clan of Tubo?"

When Anyang's eyes were drawn, he knew that "high people" like master Qigong and living Buddha were more popular in the upper society, especially the living Buddha recognized by the orthodox Tubo Buddhism. He could easily accept a large number of external disciples from the upper society, but the old man also had some spiritual qualities.

He just closed his eyes and ignored him.

The old man continued to read in his ear: "what are you doing here, young man? Is it the test given to you by the living Buddha?"

Anyang took a deep breath and ignored him.

The old man continued to say to himself, "well, I think so. It's very strict to hear from old Qin that living Buddhas are required to receive disciples. They should not only donate a lot of money, but also test their mind."Anyang opened his eyes and helplessly looked at the old man, who was bored at the first sight: "Grandpa, what do you want to do?"

The old man just woke up and clapped his head: "yes, right, I can't disturb you. I'm guilty of delaying my little brother's visit to the living Buddha. I'll leave if I ask you a question."

Anyang, for the sake of being an old man, said helplessly, "ask me, but don't ask me what I'm practicing."

"No!" The old man assured him that he would squeeze his eyes in front of him. "Which living Buddha are you worshiping? How much money did you donate when you were worshiping the master? I can see if you can figure it out."

Anyang: "..."