"Master, you, you can get up!"

Seeing An Qisheng half-sitting, the little girl jumped up and almost dropped the dough in her hand.

The little boy suddenly became anxious and his eyes widened:

"Jiang Tingting, be careful! We only asked for such a little bit in one day!"

"Master, you are hungry, eat quickly."

Jiang Tingting held the black steamed bun and jumped to An Qisheng.

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.

These two little boys are twelve years old, named Zhang Haohao, and the girl is nine years old, named Jiang Tingting.

It is an orphan adopted by Wang Quan.

He glanced at the black steamed bun that was pinched by his little hands, glanced at Jiang Tingting who was secretly swallowing, and reached out to pick up one and pushed the other one to the little girl:

"I'll eat one, you can eat the rest."

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

From the expressions and words of the two of them when they came in, he knew that these two little guys had actually gone down the mountain to beg for something, no wonder they came back in the middle of the night.

But although the old Taoist priest Wang Quan lived in poverty, he was not really poor. The things he had accumulated throughout his life were enough for these two little guys to have a worry-free life.

But he was not surprised that the only pillar of the Taoist priest fell down.

Of course, there are many people who want to take advantage of the situation and swallow the property of this temple.

"oh."

Jiang Tingting took her hand obediently, looked at the steamed bun in her hand, and her little face was entangled.

I don't know if I should eat it.

"Master, water."

Zhang Haohao brought a bowl of water and handed it over.

An Qisheng took the water, didn't eat or drink, and turned to look at the two little guys:

"You're going to beg?"

"No, no."

Zhang Haohao's face turned red: "We, we go, we're going to beg for alms."

“Master…”

Jiang Tingting was also a little helpless.

Their master dislikes taking other people's things the most. He always says begging for alms is a Buddhist saying. There is no such rule in Taoism, and he cannot beg for even starving to death.

This is a tragic thing and I am going to be scolded by my master.

"well done."

Unexpectedly, An Qisheng just smiled:

"I'm almost starving, how can I pay so much attention?"

From Wang Quan's memory, he knew that Taoists in this world did not have the rule of begging alms, but not to mention that he was not a Taoist priest, even if so, Taoists in Xuanxing did not have the saying that they could not beg.

Wang Zhongfu, a great master of Xuanxing Taoism, had begging.

"ah?"

Both young people were stunned.

"Go to sleep."

An Qisheng waved his hand.

The two little guys walked out in a dizzy mood, wondering why the master had changed his sex life.

An Qisheng swallowed the rough steamed buns in cold water.

He could even eat medicinal food that was not eaten by humans in the training camp, so this steamed bun is naturally no problem.

Afterwards, he lay down again, feeling a little pity for the two little guys.

For example, at their age, in Xuanxing or his previous life, either should be the treasure in the heart of the family, but they beg for two buns of steamed buns and were reluctant to eat them.

It’s heartbreaking to be sensible.

"pity......."

An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes and fell into deep sleep.

Huhu~~~

The night wind blows, and the fallen leaves in the courtyard fly.
Chapter completed!