Chapter 1112

Yan Tao frowned slightly, but she forgot about it.

"Tell me, what can I do?"

Dust-free pondered for a moment and met the young man's expectant eyes, "I thought for a moment, maybe search..."

Yan Tao pricked up his ears.

"It's unlikely to find anything meat."

No dust answered seriously.

Yan Tao

"But I have a way to solve this problem."

Yan Tao: "hmm?"

"Order takeout!"

Dustless: "there are cables for tourists to go up and down the mountain. If you add money, you can ask someone to send the dishes directly."

Xiao Qi: what kind of operation is this

"Then order takeout."

Therefore, when the delivery boy received the order, he almost collapsed.

How can there be anyone in the world? You've reached the top of the mountain. What takeout do you order? Shit!

The delivery boy swam between the generous tip and the top of the mountain.

Sure enough, I chose to deliver the takeout.

I'm kidding. It's worth his labor fee for a week.

I really want to see who the takeout can be at the top of the mountain!

He followed the address all the way and found that it was the famous Taoist temple in the imperial capital.

Although we all use mobile phones to pay online these days, we can't sell takeout.

TM's still a little disillusioned!

The delivery boy shook his head, made a phone call and told the other party that he had arrived at the door.

Not long after, the "Zhiya" sound door was pushed open.

The little brother raised his head and showed his signature smile, "Hello, this is what you ordered -"

I only saw a young and handsome monk coming out of the door, with elegant demeanor and dusty temperament.

He wore a simple plain monk's robe, bowed his head and smiled gently at my brother, "thank you for coming."

The delivery boy feels a little dizzy.

Wait, wait.

He stepped back and looked up at the board of Qingyang Temple hanging on the top of the red lacquered wooden door to make sure he didn't go wrong.

Why, can monks shave and practice in the Taoist temple these days?

Clean dust took the things in the hands of the delivery brother, and gently nodded and smiled.

The delivery boy opened conditionally: "could you give me a five-star praise, please?"

"Yes."

Close the door without dust.

The delivery boy stood at the door and felt that his three outlooks had been subverted.

He turned silently and left.

The dust-free sheet carried things to the small kitchen, secretly looked at whether there was anyone behind your eyes, lowered his voice and said, "you can keep your voice down and don't be found."

This is a Taoist temple at least.

Yan Tao put his hands around his chest and leaned lazily against the door. He glanced at the guilty monk and smiled, "aren't you also a monk?"

"I practice Mahayana Buddha, not Mahayana Buddha. There are many fasting rules."

"Practice is in the heart. Why stick to external things."

Yantao raised his eyebrows and smiled. "How did I hear that your senior brother doesn't eat meat?"

Dustless coughed and immediately changed the subject, "I paid for the food."

Yan Tao: "so?"

Dustless smiled and said, "I have my share of rice."

"Then go and wash the dishes."

Yan Tao rolled up his sleeves and opened fire.

"Brother clean, brother clean!"

The green ridge floated in like a gust of wind. The Taoist bun on his head was messy and staggered in the center, but it was askew.

The little face is red and lovely.