Nanfeng District, Demon City

Feng Xiu stood at the door of his house with his schoolbag on his back, wiped the green jujubes he bought from the road, and finally quietly pushed open the door of the house.

"Here you come back? Why is it so late?"

In the middle of the room, a middle-aged monk with a bare hair and a big belly, happily like a Maitreya Buddha, said with a smile.

"On the road, I met a kind-hearted sister. Seeing me frowning, I insisted on making me happy. No, this is the orange given to me by this kind-hearted sister."

Feng Xiu hung his schoolbag on the sticky hook on the wall, placed the oranges on the table, and looked at the dining table, a table of vegetarian food.

"Eat vegetarian again?"

"We are monks, what should we eat if we don't eat vegetarian food."

Monk Feng Guangyuan said with a smile.

"I want to eat meat, but I can't keep up with my nutrition." Feng Xiu sat on the dining table angrily.

"Then why didn't your cultivation fall? Humph, you know how to pick on food at a young age. Do you know that monks have five precepts?"

Feng Guangyuan put down the wooden fish in his hand and walked towards the dining table.

"Nonsense, if I hadn't been outside and stole food every day." Feng Xiu murmured in his heart. When he heard his adoptive father talking about those old things, Feng Xiu said speechlessly: "I know, I don't kill people, don't steal things, don't be lewd to women, don't be able to run the train, don't drink alcohol," he said.

"A bad seed, bad seed,"

Feng Guangyuan's eyes turned pale and he roared in anger: "The five precepts of Buddhism are: one is not to kill, two is not to steal, three is not to commit adultery, four is not to lie, and five is not to drink alcohol. Remember it carefully."

"One does not kill, two does not steal, three does not commit adultery, four does not lie, five does not drink alcohol. OK."

Feng Guangyuan's hair and beard trembled, and he hurriedly looked for his wooden fish.

Feng Xiu quickly put down his chopsticks, folded his hands together, and repeated the story seriously, which made Feng Guangyuan stop looking for Muyu and beat him up.

"As a monk, I always remind myself of the Five Precepts of Buddhism, can you abide by them today?"

"Of course." Feng Xiu touched his bare head and smiled honestly: "Father, I am a monk, of course I have to abide by the Buddhist precepts."

Such questions and answers appear almost every day between Feng Xiu and his adoptive father Feng Guangyuan, so Feng Xiu was prepared for it.

Clothes, shoes, etc. have been replaced, and green oranges have also been used to eliminate possible odors.

Feng Guangyuan's eyes moved slightly, and he sighed for no reason, then sat opposite Feng Xiu and started having dinner.

They did not eat or sleep, and the father and son ate vegetarian food silently.

Feng Guangyuan seemed to have something to worry about and only ate half a bowl.

Feng Xiu found a "good medicine" before returning, which filled his appetite and had no appetite.

After dinner, Feng Xiu cleaned up the dishes, then washed the dishes, washed the dishes, and covered the remaining vegetarian rice with a cover.

"Father, I went into the house to practice. By the way, I forgot to tell you. I broke through and became a warrior. The elixir is provided for free by the school. I applied for a leave of absence and waited until the martial arts examination."

"Feng Xiu, you've killed someone."

"Haha, father, you are really good at joking. If I had killed someone, I would have been taken away by the police." Feng Xiu held his footsteps and turned around and touched his father Feng Guangyuan's forehead with his hand. "Father, you don't have a fever, why did you start talking nonsense?"

"Feng'er, although there is no smell of blood on you, it doesn't look different from every day before, but there is one thing you ignore, that is the look." Feng Guangyuan's eyes were far away, as if he looked through the wall and looked at an extremely distant place.

"Your eyes were greedy, tyrannical, and filled with depression. Now, your eyes were filled with laziness after satisfaction.

Apart from killing, it’s hard for me to think of anything else that can satisfy your appetite.”

"What are you going to do when your son is sent to prison?"

"Feng'er, you are a natural pervert, I know this. But desire is like a rolling stone in the mountains. Once it starts, it can never stop. If one day you want to kill innocent people, then come back and kill me first."

Feng Guangyuan took the Buddhist beads from his wrist and brought them to Feng Xiu with him.

"The father trusts his son so much, how did you know that I was killing a bad guy?"

"Although you are not my biological child, I have also raised you since childhood, so I still have this confidence."

Feng Guangyuan turned his head, sat cross-legged on the ground, gently tapped the wooden fish, and recited the scriptures gently in his mouth.

Feng Xiu rubbed the Buddhist beads and said nothing, walked into the house and brought the door.

Sometimes, nurturing is greater than nurturing.

My adoptive father was a monk. He was expelled from the temple for him and ran around for his illness.

Feng Xiu grabbed the Buddhist beads and fell asleep with his clothes

...

Late at night, after Feng Xiu fell asleep, Feng Guangyuan, who was chanting scriptures in his mouth, suddenly stood up, pushed open the door of the house, and walked out.

He took out his cell phone and called a man with a note called Zhu Xingchang (fifth-rank warrior, director of the Nanfeng District Detective Bureau).

"Old Feng, three are missing and one is missing, you are the one who is missing, hurry up."

"I know, I know, I have to coax the child to sleep first."

"See you in the old place."

"Remember to order a roast chicken for me."

"I understand. Every time I ask you to play cards, I have to buy you a roast chicken. I'm so mean..."

Before Zhu Xingchang could finish his words, Feng Guangyuan had already hung up his phone.

More than ten minutes later, Feng Guangyuan arrived at a chess and card house, opened the door and walked in.

"Lao Feng, you are finally here."

"Don't talk nonsense, are you ready for roast chicken?"

"Lao Feng, are you a monk?"

"Nonsense, haven't you seen me bald?"

"Then you eat roast chicken every day."

"Isn't this fooling my boy? Unfortunately, I haven't succeeded for eighteen years. I won't talk about it anymore, playing cards..."

"Young chicken!"

"Bang!"

Between the smoke, Feng Guangyuan seemed to have thought of the situation a long time ago.

"This child has a strong talent in Buddhism."

"But his demonic nature is also natural."

"Can……"

“Needless to say.”

...

In the early morning, Feng Xiu woke up, pushed open the door and walked out, and found that his adoptive father had already gone out.

However, Feng Xiu was already used to it. His adoptive father had the habit of chanting scriptures at night. In order not to disturb his sleep, his adoptive father often went out to recite scriptures at night.

Focus on opening the panel

Qi and blood: 288 card

Spirit: 279 Her

Bones quenching: 26 pieces (90%), 180 pieces (30%)

Energy value: 50 points

Seeing that the energy value was only 50 points, Feng Xiu decided to do a big vote today. The reason was that he was heavy with his right foot and light with his left foot. This feeling was too uncomfortable. He walked like a cripple.

Therefore, the quenching of the left foot bones must be completed as soon as possible to restore balance to the left and right feet.

If one bone is tempered by the basic practice method, it is estimated that the martial arts examination may not be completed before the martial arts examination. He is an impatient person and can't wait for that long.

Take out the wig, cheongsam, high heels, and chest pads that you prepared before from your backpack...

He took out a bunch of bottles and jars and started to gesture in front of the mirror.

After breaking through to the first-class warrior, Feng Xiu's skin became more moisturized, white and tender, and its whiteness was even better than that of ordinary women.

After more than an hour of serious work, a beautiful woman appeared in front of the mirror.

Feng Xiu took out his secret storage box and began to put things in his backpack.

Dagger? You can use it when you can't beat it and hold it.

Syringe? Useful, hold it.

Glucose solution? Can help live longer, hold it.

Lighter? Hold it

Gasoline? Hold it.
Chapter completed!