"System, do you know what I'm going to do next?"

“…”

The calculator interface appeared on the mobile phone screen at the right time. Anyang tapped his finger a few times and frowned.

"Two months! That's so long..."

"It seems like you can prepare well."

Anyang took a deep breath and fell into deep thought.

...

The place where you rent in Anyang is close to the suburbs of the city, which is the cheapest rent area on the edge of Jinguan City. There is a very good park not far from the suburbs of the city. Next to the park is a series of villa areas. Due to the remote location and the surrounding area are not dense enough, the entire park looks very quiet.

He went out early in the morning to meet Chaoyang and had no breakfast, so he came to the park, found a quiet and deserted forest path, sat cross-legged on a chair with a newspaper, and began to practice Kunlun Fight.

He was not worried about what others found. These days, there were birds in the forest. There were many young people who were fine all day long and wanted to make some strange things. As for other people's strange gazes, he wouldn't care at all.

I don't know each other anyway.

Otherwise, why would you run so far?

I sat down and breathed for a while, and I felt refreshed. Only then did Anyang realize that it was really quiet and the air was many times better than that in the residential buildings. It was very suitable for meditation and practice.

After a long time, the scorching sun shone through the gaps in the woods on his face, and the noise of cicadas sounded around him. He realized that it was almost noon. He couldn't help but get up and stretched, looking around and walked out of the forest.

At this time, his limbs and bones seemed to be opened, and his weakness and weakness after a night of struggle with Nie Xiaoqian disappeared!

An old man sat on the stool outside the forest. He looked up at him from time to time, his eyes were quite strange.

Anyang ignored it and walked out of the park in a few steps.

After lunch, he contacted a curtain shop and installed black opaque curtains on the entire house. He used two layers for insurance, one inline and the other inline.

Not only the window, but also the exhaust fan and air conditioning port, there is no place connected to the outside world, so as not to let a trace of light penetrate.

The master was very quick-witted and installed all the curtains within two hours, but his expression was a little weird when he left.

Anyang touched his nose and understood in his heart that it was impossible for normal people to block all the external light sources of the house.

In the afternoon, Ji Weiwei came.

Anyang heard a rumble outside the door, and soon the sound of turning the key came from the sound. With a click, the door opened.

"I didn't even open the door for me, I won't be at home again..."

When she stepped into the room, she shivered suddenly: "Hiss, aunty won't meet a ghost, why are she so dark! This is broad daylight!"

A figure appeared in front of her, which scared her!

Bang!

The lights were on, and the room was bright, and Anyang's figure appeared in front of her!

"Anyang, you almost scared my aunt to death!"

Anyang looked at her holding a plastic bag and could vaguely see a folding stool. He couldn't help but ask in surprise: "What are you doing?"

"Look for you!"

"What are you asking me to bring a bench?"

Ji Weiwei said seriously: "Get the key, your door eaves are so high, how can I get it without a bench?"

Anyang felt helpless: "Whose door eaves are not so high? You are obviously too short. If the doors are as tall as you, how can I get in like me?"

Ji Weiwei blurted out: "Bend down."

“…”

"Oh, aren't you afraid that you are not at home? I can't wait outside the door. You have so many questions. I haven't asked you yet. Why don't you open the door for me when you are at home?"

"Open the door...but you have to knock on the door."

Ji Weiwei looked embarrassed and took out a pair of pink sandals from the shoe cabinet and changed it quickly. Then she walked into the house and looked around: "Anyang, what are you doing? Make a good room so gloomy!"

Anyang was silent for a moment and said, "I have skin disease and can't stand the sunshine, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable all over."

"ah?"

Ji Weiwei subconsciously took a step back and kept her distance from him.

"It won't be contagious, right?"

Anyang looked at her with a dark face, and suddenly said, "Okay, I actually have a female ghost in my room. I'm afraid the sun will hurt her."

Ji Weiwei nodded solemnly: "Well, I feel so too!"

Anyang was left with a painful face and was messy in the wind.

"By the way, your parents won't force you to go on a blind date again, right?"

"Why, I'm so afraid that this goddess will come to sleep?" Ji Weiwei glanced at him, "Don't worry, this goddess is here to treat you to dinner today, and it's just a fake."

Anyang picked up the water cup and was drinking water. Hearing this, he glanced at her condescendingly, and said lightly: "Goddess? Is there a goddess like you with a flat breast?"

Ji Weiwei's face suddenly became fierce. She thrust her chest, but she quickly became angry and muttered: "What do you know? What are the essences that are concentrated!"

Anyang almost sprayed a sip of water.

Ji Weiwei said: "Okay, okay, go and dress up and accompany this goddess to have dinner."

Anyang said with a vigilant look: "What are you going to dress up when you go out for dinner? You won't lie to me to accompany you to any party, right?"

"You have read too many novels and have parties. Do you want to pretend to be my goddess boyfriend? If you don't dress up, don't dress up. Just wear slippers and go out."

“…”

"Oh, will your AIDS go out and you will not have any impact, right?"

"...You uncle Ai!"

When I ate a food stall with Ji Weiwei and sent her back to her house, Anyang was surprised to find that her parents were actually here!

Fortunately, I didn't wear slippers!

Anyang was a little embarrassed and stood at the door and greeted Ji Weiwei's parents. He felt that he was not very popular, so he shrugged and said goodbye, thinking that he would not fuck their daughter, why do he always look at their faces!

Ji Weiwei chewed chewing gum with indifferent expression. Looking at her parents' gloomy face, she even said to Anyang: "They will leave in a few days, remember to come and play often."

An Yang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood Ji Weiwei's thoughts, and couldn't help but shake her head and smile bitterly.

"This girl..."

When she got home, Nie Xiaoqian was already curled up on the sofa and watching TV. Her slender body was pitying and her round and slender legs were dazzlingly white. She seemed to like this position very much, but she didn't understand how tempting it was to do so.

Anyang sat on the sofa. She quickly put down the remote control, came over to pinch his shoulders, pointed around and said, "Anyang, you are back, did you make these curtains?"

"Yes, so you can come out to breathe during the day."

Nie Xiaoqian kissed Anyang gently, leaned into his ear and said softly: "Thank you, husband Anyang."

Anyang hugged her slender waist, stroked the perky elastic part downward, and said, "How should you thank me?"

Nie Xiaoqian pushed him away and said shyly: "No, I only know how to think about something inappropriate all day long. If this continues, your body will not be able to stand it."

Anyang touched his nose and felt that he was a little weak recently, and his palms were always cold and sweating. It seemed that he had to speed up the practice of Kunlun Fight.

"You're not just because you're so pretty and naturally charming."

Nie Xiaoqian lowered her head and said, "I'll squeeze your shoulders for you and relax, but you can't do anything randomly."

Anyang agreed with a smile, but he was not in a hurry anyway.

At night, it was still a turbulent rain. Nie Xiaoqian was a pure classical woman after all, and no matter how worried his body was, she could not refuse his request.

When he woke up early in the morning, Anyang could always find that his face was paler a little, so he ran into the park more frequently and spent a lot of time on Kunlun Fight every day.

A week later, he found that his physique had increased by 0.1 and turned to 2.3, which was undoubtedly an unexpected surprise.

Correspondingly, more people found him in the park to act strangely, most of whom were retired and retired old men and women, and most of them looked at him with curious eyes. The pure forest path is no longer so pure.

Until one day, an old man came over and asked him nervously, "Young man, what kind of skills are you practicing?"

An Yang was stunned and smiled helplessly: "I have no achievements, I just sit here and play and think about life in a boring way."

The old man looked at him without believing, "Don't think I don't know. I've been paying attention to you for several days. You come here every day and sit here for most of the day. Have you worshipped a living Buddha as your teacher? It just so happened that I want to believe in Buddhism recently. Why do you want to recommend it to me for me?"

Brother...!

Anyang looked at his gray hair and beard, and at first glance, he was very well-made, expensive clothes, and bright and eager eyes. He couldn't help but feel ache.

Are these rich people so bored?

"...Uncle, you think too much, I just play around with it."

Unexpectedly, the more he denied it, the more he disbelief he became. He said curiously: "You can't say it yet, right? Is it the Tubo Tantra?"

Anyang's eyes twitched, and he knew that "experts" like those who were popular in the upper class who were studying for living Buddhas and qigong masters, especially those recognized by orthodox Tubo Buddhism, could almost easily accept a large number of outer disciples from the upper class, but this old man was a little nervous.

He simply closed his eyes and ignored him.

The old man continued to murmur in his ear: "Young man, what are you doing here? Is it a test given to you by the living Buddha?"

Anyang took a deep breath and ignored him.

The old man continued to say to himself: "Well, I think so. I heard from Lao Qin that the Living Buddha's requirements for receiving disciples are quite strict. Not only do he have to donate huge sums of money, but he also needs to test his mind."

Anyang opened his eyes and looked helplessly at the old man who looked bored: "Uncle, what do you want to do?"

The old man then woke up and patted his head: "Yes, yes, yes, I can't disturb you. I will be guilty of delaying my brother's appointment as a living Buddha. I will leave if I ask a question."

Anyang said helplessly because he was an old man: "You ask, don't ask what skills I'm practicing."

"No, no!" The old man promised, approached him and winked, "Which living Buddha are you worshiping? How much donation did you donate when you became a disciple? I see if I can get it."
Chapter completed!