Chen Yi looked back and greeted the man with a smile: "Uncle Luo!"

"I said, what are you doing? Are you making your debut in this outfit?"

The person who stopped him was a big fat man who looked like a mountain of meat.

Chen Yi bets that this guy's arms are thicker than his waist.

Roshan is only about forty years old, but he has thick, naturally curly white hair and fair skin, because he is not a Chinese.

Uncle Luo's surname is not Luo, his name is Robin.

To be precise, he is a Chinese and his ethnicity is white. I heard that he became a Chinese citizen a long time ago.

Robin was pointing at Chen Yi's outfit with a radish-thick finger, and his accent was more authentic than Chen Yi, a Chinese who was both authentic inside and out.

"Well, actually, I became a monk..."

Chen Yi once again looked up to the sky at a 45-degree angle and lamented.

He doesn't want to be a monk, but he also doesn't want to waste time talking about it in the future.

Now that you have been put on a cassock and have a set of precepts, you should simply let others think that you have become a monk, lest these acquaintances in the future think that you are sick...

"Ha ha ha ha!"

But the fact is that his resigned lamentation caused Uncle Luo to burst into laughter. He held his belly with both hands, unable to touch his navel. He laughed so hard that his round body swayed back and forth, like a roly-poly.

Chen Yi watched with fear, fearing that he would fall.

"Are you a monk? Tell me, have you seen through the world of mortals, or have you given up on love?"

"..."

Looking at Robin who was still laughing so hard, Chen Yiyi had a black line on his forehead.

He was about to turn around and leave, but when his eyes glanced at the bookstore behind him, an idea came to his mind.

"Cough cough cough!"

Chen Yi looked depressed: "...Is it so funny? Don't laugh yourself to death."

Uncle Robin is also a weirdo. He opened a bookstore next to the film and television city. Does he think that the actors love to study?

"Ahem!"

Uncle Robin stopped laughing and waved his hands repeatedly: "You kid, please stop making me laugh, but don't mention it yet, your head is bright and smooth, eh, has it been polished? Most temples don't have this kind of craftsmanship.

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"..."

Why are you polishing! Your whole family is polishing!

"Ahem, why, do you want to buy a book?"

Uncle Robin finally regained his composure. Seeing that Chen Yi's face turned dark, he quickly changed the topic.

"Well, just take a look." Chen Yi said he didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Then look, I won't accompany you."

Uncle Robin felt murderous intent from him, shook his hand and walked away quickly.

Holding a book in his hand, he sat back on a wicker chair by the door.

A chair that was originally quite large for Chen Yi now seemed so petite.

Chen Yi saw the poor chair creaking and whining under the weight of a mountain of flesh. His face slightly twitched a few times and he walked into the store.

[Good fortune +1...]

[Good fortune +1...]

[Will power +1...]

[Good fortune +1...]

[Will power +1...]

[Will power +1...]

[Will power +1...]

…

"!!???"

As soon as he stepped into the bookstore, Chen Yi became excited.

Rays of golden light as thin as hair, mixed with a few traces of gray gas, flew toward him. The gray screen suddenly dropped, and a large amount of data washed across the screen like a waterfall.

What the hell?!

He originally had a whim when he saw the bookstore, and remembered that he had become a master by randomly touching a few fake secret books before, so he planned to come in and touch it again to see if he could touch something else.

The sudden golden light rain and waterfall swamped the screen, but he was stunned.

"Ayi, what are you doing?"

The fat uncle who was sitting leisurely at the door saw Chen Yi suddenly standing in a daze for a while, then he twisted his non-existent neck with difficulty and asked.

"Ah? It's okay, I just remembered something."

Chen Yi woke up with a start, with a smile on his face. Seeing the fat man who had just poked his scar, he felt much cuter.

"It's weird."

The fat uncle shook his head and turned back. For him, turning his neck was a big exercise...

Chen Yi could no longer think about anything else.

In this moment, the light rain made him gain dozens of points of will power. After calculation, he had 78 points. Adding the remaining points from before, the total was 442 points.

This is not bad, after all, he is also a person who worked for Buddha. He has seen the big world and looks down on such a small amount of pocket money!

But in addition, it actually increased by 4 points!

Chen Yi walked slowly in the bookstore, but his mind kept searching everywhere.

Under his clear wisdom and prajna observation, everything around him was as clear as fire, but he couldn't find anything abnormal.

Where do these wishes and fortunes come from?

Nowadays, there are only two sources of wish power and good fortune that he knows about, one is missions, and the other is killing monsters.

He didn't complete any tasks, and he didn't kill any monsters...

No, it may not be the monster he kills himself who will get it.

Could it be that some evil spirit died in this place and he took advantage of it?

Chen Yi touched his smooth forehead, looked back at Robin, who was sitting at the door with a pile of meat spread out, already a little drowsy, and shook his head.

This fat uncle's size would probably be enough for him to crush a cockroach.

Forget it, touch the book first!

Chen Yi pretended to be looking for a book, walking here and there, flipping through this book and that one, without fear of being surprised by others.

Because as he expected, no one came to the bookstore at all.

He was a little speechless.

This bookstore is not big, but it is not too small either. A few hundred square meters is enough to open a library.

But there are quite a few bookshelves, but most of them are empty. There are large bookshelves two or three meters high, with only a few books scattered crookedly on them. Many of the books are covered with thick dust.

When he was in middle school, the small rented bookstores in alley corners that he often went to looked better than this one.

Is this uncle so willful in his business dealings?

After flipping through it for a while, a few black lines gradually appeared on Chen Yi's face.

What the hell is this?

"Efficiently Raise High-Yielding Sows", "How to Raise Beef Cattle Safely and Efficiently", "Earthworm Breeding Technology", "Pesticide Encyclopedia"...

Although a book like this is put up for sale in a movie and TV town, and the style of painting is a bit inconsistent, it is still a serious book after all.

What the hell are those...

"Intimacy: The Bridge to the Soul", "Communication of Love", "How to Love and Be Loved Normally", "Emotional Private Classes"...

It seems that you are in need of love, so you just show it to yourself...

There are actually many reference books and problem sets, such as "Full Score Composition for Middle School Students", "9012 New Edition Must-Crush Questions to Improve College Entrance Examination", "Quick Calculation for Little Number One Scholar (Elementary School)"...

This jump really made Chen Yi unable to keep up with his thinking. Uncle Robin, what route did you take? It was too wild...

Chen Yi resisted the twitching of the corners of his eyes and continued to touch a few bookshelves. Finally, he saw some "normal" books, but they were not serious books, they were all "weird" novels.

It seems that this is the most numerous book category in the store.

Well, this uncle has not lost his mind after all.
To be continued...