Chapter 223 Chaos and Demons

Nangong Zhili made a suite warm pavilion for the beggar in his main hall with black purple and gold as the basic colors. It really agreed with what he had said before, and then he rarely appeared. It was really difficult for the beggar to see his handsome face that he hated to be beaten.

Well, the new environment is filled with the faint fragrance of black wood lotus, which is sparse and dense, as if the air is like a shadow and lingering on the tip of her nose. She has to adapt for a period of time.

The daily meals are specially provided in the dining room, and the style is exquisite, but the taste is very different from that on land. There are many seafood, rare fish and negative plants, because this black wood cliff is located in a very low mountain stream and rarely sees sunlight. Noodles and so on are absolutely rare here.

After three days, she still can't get used to the taste here, which is mainly fishy, salty and fragrant.

On the fourth day, the delivery man brought two steamed buns for the first time, saying that they were for the master. The beggar looked left and right strangely and asked, "Where does he live?" Why can't I see it?"

"It's the sutra room connected to the right side of your warm pavilion." The young man smiled and said, "There are so many people who want to see the master, but most of the year may not be lucky. You live in the same room as him and always see him.

No way? Does she live in the same room with him? And is she outside and inside?

"Is there any other way to the sutra room besides my suite?" The beggar asked.

The little man shook his head: "The Tibetan scripture room is a heavy place I taught. It is extremely hidden. Only this warm pavilion suite can be entered. I have been delivering food for so long, and I am very familiar with the corners and shortcuts here. If there is another exit, I should know.

After hearing this, the beggar only felt surprised. Since he prepared a place for her that time, he went to the room connected to the right, but never saw him come out again.

The beggar thought there was another channel, but did he always stay in it? Why are you silent and eating and drinking without any sound?

The beggar thought suspiciously and suddenly saw the steamed bun placed on the table. His eyes were bright. He grabbed it and broke one-third of it and was about to stuff it into his mouth.

The servant was so anxious that he was about to cry: "This is the master! Only the master can eat steamed buns!"

The beggar chewed and said, "What, the name of your master is not written on this steamed bread! Besides, he's not here. Isn't it a waste?"

"He's here." The lad said, "As long as he arrives in the sutra room and eats, there will be three bell sounds in the imperial kitchen, and we will bring him food."

"You mean the bell rang today? Just prove that he is here?" The beggar swallowed the steamed buns and said.

The little boy replied with great certainty, "Yes."

"Then why don't you send his breakfast to the Sutra Pavilion and put it here? You deserve to be eaten!" The beggar laughed.

"No one is allowed to enter or leave the pavilion without authorization." The little man also looked holy: "It is customary for the master to feel hungry in his stomach and come to the warm pavilion to eat."

The beggar laughed and said, "So it is. But he can't finish eating these two steamed buns. I'll do one for him so as not to be left behind.

The servant cried, "The master's food intake is fixed. If you eat it, he will be gone! And whoever eats the patriarch's meal will be punished according to the law!"

"Don't cry, don't cry, people don't know, they think I'm bullying mentally retarded children." The beggar panicked and persuaded: "With me, don't worry! I have read the criminal law you taught, and there is always a way to deal with it. If the master is powerful, just let him come to me."

Then the servant burst into tears and smiled and said to the beggar, "Then you have to agree that you are not allowed to rob the master's meal in the future."

This is like she is like an unevolved bandit in the barbarian era. After all, the beggar was wrong first, and his face was stiff with a smile and said, "Auntie, I listen to you!"

The little man went back uneasily.

The beggar looks at his plate of meal and then looks at the so-called master treatment of Nangong Zhili. In fact, there is no big difference except for two more steamed buns. Maybe it's a psychological barrier. The beggar felt that the steamed bun was the most delicious in the world at this time. He couldn't control his thoughts and quietly reached out to the only remaining steamed bun.

As soon as she clenched her hand, she was about to swallow it, but her wrist was pricked with a needle, and a slight sudden/crisp/ssiness came. As soon as her hand was loosened, the steamed bun fell back on the plate.

Evil! Pick it up again, shake your hand, and then fall in.

The beggar looked around and was normal. He was bold and ready to defeat and fight again and again. His arm was out of his command, and finally the beggar scolded, "How can my own body parts be right with me!"

After saying that, when I looked at the plate again, the steamed bread was gone.

The beggar's shock was not small. She jumped up and entered a state of high alert: "I'm a bandit. Who am I afraid of! After walking through the Jianghu Crypt for so many years, I have always taken others. When I came to such a strange and broken place, the wind and water have taken turns!"

Let her lose her temper, and there has been no movement inside and outside the warm pavilion, only her echoes everywhere.

She suddenly remembered that the dwarf said that Nangong Zhili was there, and this spearhead finally had a direction to point!

She shouted angrily to the entrance of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, "Nangong Zhili, where's my steamed bread!"

There is no sound.

The beggar's fire is weak. He wants to go inside and have a look, but he is a little timid. It's not that she hasn't entered this cabinet, but there is always something wrong. Those broken ancient books were dug out of the barren mountain tomb, and with a slap of their hands, it seemed that the dust from the dead body came down...

She was engaged in this in her previous life, and she should not be afraid, but at this time, even if she was as strong as she was in those years, she had never achieved such glory as Nangong Zhili, and she was hidden in a room!

Can he finish it? Even if he can finish watching it, can he digest it? Can you find what he wants from a series of clues in the vastness?

Anyway, she was broken. With so much effort, she sold all these books, and she was almost extremely rich.

The beggar's thoughts are flying and he is getting more and more entangled. Should he go to see him or not? I don't know how many grievances and wild ghosts have gathered in this Tibetan scripture pavilion. If Nangong Zhili is not here, will she become the target of public criticism? What should I do if Nangong Zhili is there to settle accounts with her?

Thinking about it, hesitating.

When I turned around again, I found that the bowl of porridge on my plate was missing! The porridge is made with a mixture of yam, sweet potatoes, etc. It is also her favorite thing besides steamed buns, which quenches thirst and cures hunger.

She has just finished eating steamed bread. What can she do if she doesn't eat porridge?

It's extremely depressed, so let's steal Nangong Zhili. He looks like a casual fairy all day, and I guess he doesn't know what it's like to be hungry.

When the beggar looked at the "master's meal" with a clear conscience, he found that his porridge was gone!

She was devastated. Is there anything more unlucky? Even if she digs three feet of the ground today, she will dig out the culprit! The beggar rushed in and said, "What's gloomy and evil, get out for the owner of this village!"

After shouting three times, a lazy voice came: "What village owner? Is it the debt collector?"

The beggar took a step back and said harshly, "Yes, I'm here to collect debts from you!" Steal my steamed buns and ran away my porridge, what is this! Didn't your descendants burn paper money for you? Can't you buy food in the dark? It's the master here who invited you, not me. Why did you rob me and fight with me?

According to reason, the beggar is particularly confident.

The lazy and sexy voice can't tell where it came from: "I robbed it, that's the master's share!" But strangely, he had two steamed buns per meal, and there was only one left this morning, so he went back to the source and found that the owner of another plate stole one. So it's not too much to exchange gifts and exchange her for a bowl of porridge, right?

The beggar seems to be a thief being exposed in broad daylight, blushing and saying, still asking for debts, and turning around to escape.

but it crashed into a hard chest, which was hot!

She looked up in horror and saw Nangong Zhili's close-up face zoomed forward. The beggar came back and said fiercely, "When did you come back? I'm quarreling with the rat spirit."

Nangong Zhili was almost paralyzed and said quickly, "The mouse spirit is quarreling with me."

The beggar came back and said angrily, "It's you! Why is your voice so fickle? I can't hear it every time!"

"What is fickle is the sound, but what remains unchanged is the heart!" Nangong Zhili smiled and said, "And what kind of mess is your heart pretending to be when quarreling with me? So you think of me as those messy things, and naturally you can't hear my voice! To sum up, that's 'in a word, the heart is confused'!"