Chapter 1016 Old Monk

"What song is this? It sounds very cheerful." Fatty asked Su Bai while drinking his drink.

In fact, everyone did not go to the bar, but Hills held an open-air KTV conference by Erhai Lake and lit a bonfire illegally, attracting many nearby tourists to stop here. Drinks are free here, and there are three The first batch of managers who came to ask questions had fallen asleep directly in the background.

A high-level listener doesn't kill people, doesn't engage in destruction, doesn't engage in religion, and just wants to have a small open-air party. This is a small request that even the broadcaster can't bear to refuse.

"'One of us' is a classic from singer Joan Osborne's debut album 'Relish'." Su Bai took a sip of wine, "Hiles' family was very wealthy before he became a listener. He was considered an aristocrat. I also formed a band myself.”

"Oh, it does look very classy."

When the song ended, the fat man clapped his hands and applauded,

“But it doesn’t feel that grounded.”

Looking around, the fat man saw the eating and drinking men and women gathered around him. Thinking about the environment here, it seems that the people here don't need such a thing as earth energy.

"Dabai, do you know, in my eyes, what is the most beautiful music?" Fatty suddenly asked melancholy.

"The music band in rural areas." Su Bai gave the answer without hesitation.

"Huh?" The fat man looked at Su Bai in surprise, held Su Bai's hand with one hand, and sighed in a drunken state: "Bai, you understand me."

Su Bai took out his hand and wiped it with a tissue on the table. His disgust was beyond words.

"It's a pity that even in rural areas nowadays, there are fewer and fewer such casual bands. The feeling of using broken speakers and inferior microphones and singing "Go Home Often" at someone's funeral is slowly disappearing. It will become a memory of the past.”

The more Fatty talks, the more disappointed he becomes. Perhaps, this is Fatty's own dream and his true obsession. Before becoming a listener, he was a simple man in the countryside below Sichuan. He even went through the process of training before becoming a senior listener. The fat man even went back to his old job and started a new team.

"I have a dream!" The fat man suddenly roared. Su Bai knew that he was pretending to be drunk, because alcohol could not paralyze them now.

"Martin Luther King is a black man." Su Bai suddenly interrupted.

"Ahem..." The fat man rolled his eyes at Su Bai aggrievedly, and the lyrical atmosphere disappeared immediately.

Hills quickly entered the second song. He was like a McMaster, not democratic at all, but he sang really well, especially the authentic British accent singing English songs, at least for the audience present. , no less than an audio-visual feast.

The little guy sat on Su Bai's lap, looking around from time to time, and shouting "bah bah bah" from time to time. It was obvious that he was quite excited.

“You think I’m mentally ill, you think I’m seriously ill;

Go tell the psychiatrist that I'm not normal;

Exhausted, give me a fatal blow;

But you like it best when I lose my mind;

Let me tell you a secret, I am not afraid of anything;

So what if I'm insane? All great people are a little crazy;

People with skills are a little crazy, and everyone with skills is like this..."

"This song is interesting and touching." The fat man shook his head and moved to the rhythm, then took out his cell phone and asked, "What kind of song is this?"

""Mad Hatter"." Su Bai handed the little guy to Fatty and then stood up and walked away for a while. He suddenly felt a little upset. It was not caused by Hills' singing, but the kind of feeling that came from deep in his soul. Restless.

It would be great if Ying Ying'er was here at this time. This may be the case for men. Even if Xun'er is very close to him, the two parties have already maintained that distance and tacit understanding, and there is no longer any possibility of involvement, and Ying Ying'er's This kind of caring and irresponsible freedom seems to be what is really scarce in life.

Su Bai suddenly thought that the broadcast would no longer recruit experiencers, so if he took Ying Ying'er with him, he would not have the same worries as before.

However, it seems a bit too selfish to bring people back from the United States simply to satisfy your own needs.

but,

Who cares?

"Donor, I see desire in your eyes."

The voice came from behind. Su Bai turned around and saw a young novice monk standing there in clean clothes, chanting the Buddha's name to himself with his hands clasped together.

This little novice monk looks a little familiar.

Su Bai remembered that when he first came to Dali, he met this little novice monk in a B&B. The little novice monk once told him that there were no saints in this world.

"What a coincidence." Su Bai handed over the beer in his hand, "Want a sip?"

The young novice licked his lips, but still shook his head and said, "Master said that drinking alcohol will cause trouble."

"Drink it, and I'll find you a beautiful girl."

Su Bai bent down towards the little novice monk so that he could look at her level.

The vampire's eyes held a strange evil charm, as if they were the simplest and most direct temptation in the world.

In fact, the Vampires have been able to survive and reproduce, and under the background of the darkness being defeated by the light camp, being good at tempting humans is also a major reason.

Of course, this was different from Xie Zhen's ultimate illusion, but Su Bai felt that teasing the little novice in front of him was enough.

The little novice monk seemed to become "vulnerable" under Su Bai's gaze. His eyes began to become cloudy, and the original clarity disappeared. He could only be taken to the ditch by Su Bai, the "bad uncle", and drank directly. Go for half a bottle of wine.

"Little sister... Little sister..." The little novice monk who couldn't drink enough was already swaying.

Su Bai smiled and patted this guy's head. This guy was destined to him. He saw him last time and saw him this time. Of course, he was different from Su Yuxuan. Su Yuxuan was a soul boy, and this little novice monk was just an ordinary little monk. Monk.

Su Bai is not an old rich man, he cannot see past and present, but sometimes it seems boring to be omniscient and omnipotent. To a certain extent, old rich man is actually very different from the broadcaster who wanted to die and therefore deliberately gave his position to Su Yuhang and his wife. Similarly, they all feel that their lives are boring.

He took out some money from his pocket and stuffed it into the little novice's bag. Su Bai smiled and signaled to the little novice that he could go. He should be here to ask for alms.

However, Su Bai didn't know which temple he came from, nor who his master was.

"Little sister…………little sister………………"

The little novice walked back happily, and then stopped at the Erhai Lake. Su Bai looked at him. After all, he teased him to drink the wine. What if this guy accidentally fell into the river and drowned? Interesting now.

"Little sister......"

The little novice monk kept coughing and talking to himself. Then he suddenly fell silent. His silence seemed a bit strange to Su Bai, because at this moment, the little novice monk's whole temperament seemed to change. changed.

Su Bai walked over, and the little novice monk turned his head slightly and looked at Su Bai. From his eyes, Su Bai saw a trace of old age, as if he had seen through the vicissitudes of life.

"Boy, it's not a good idea to teach children to break the precepts. It's too damaging." The little novice's voice still sounds childish, but his tone and style of speaking are like that of an old man.

"I really didn't realize that you are still living in someone else's body. They have their own lives. Isn't it harming you to live in someone else's body?" Su Bai asked back.

"It's a joke. I am his ancestor. Of course I have to stay and protect his lineage. This child has wisdom and cannot be allowed to die young." The voice sounded a bit serious. Yes, this kind of people usually take their inheritance very seriously. He cares about her even more than he cares about his own children.

Because the heirs inherit their own blood, and their disciples inherit their own spirit and thoughts.

Some people think that the preservation of bloodline is crucial, while others think that the light of their own thoughts is the key to their eternal existence.

"Are you also a listener?" Su Bai asked, "A listener who has died long ago."

"Hey, kid, old monk, can't I be an accomplished monk?"

"You didn't even ask the audience what it was." Su Bai laughed.

The old monk was stunned for a moment and said, "You actually tricked me."

The little novice monk looked at Su Bai carefully from top to bottom, and then said with a sigh: "It's a pity, old monk, I died on the battlefield in another world, and now there is only one wisp left. The residual regret is that I read scriptures to the child every day while he was sleeping, but I didn’t catch up with him when he was rich.”

Su Bai was noncommittal.

"You and your father are really alike." The old monk suddenly added, "His fortune falls on you, father and son."

This is indignation from the perspective of a friend. Indeed, the old monk is right. Old Fugui was first tricked by Su Yuhang, and then gave up the chance of rebirth for his so-called godson. It was tantamount to being tricked by both father and son.

"You are not begging for help." Su Bai said calmly.

The little novice monk was speechless for a moment. Yes, Su Bai was right. Normally, the old monk could only chant sutras and talk about Buddhism to the little novice monk in his dreams. But this time, he came out, which means that his split soul There is no way it can continue to exist.

"Help me take good care of him, old monk, I know, there is no cause and effect to make him an audience now."

"I can find him a master monk, a master no lower than you, but there are conditions."

"Conditions?" The little novice monk was angry, "I am your uncle. When I was with your father and your godfather, they all had to call me brother!"

"condition."

"You kid, do you have to have the same moral character as your father?"

"condition."

"No!"

"Then I will kill him later so that you can never succeed."

"..." The little novice monk said, "I passed nirvana before I went to that world and left a relic. I can tell you the location as a condition for you."

"Deal." Su Bai took another sip of wine and said with a smile, "The master I found for your disciple is the reincarnation of Monk Huiguo. How about it? He's not worse than you, right?"

"You two, father and son, are carved from the same mold." The little novice monk said angrily, "The old monk only has that little thing, and yet you want to have his bones knocked out and his marrow sucked out."

"Okay, you can talk to your disciple again, you are about to disappear."

Su Bai turned around and walked away,

Standing on the shore of Erhai Lake,

Under the darkness of night,

The front is empty and empty,

Just like my past,

Just like my own future......