rainy season.

The world is covered with gray.

It's dark, I don't know if it's a tree or a figure.

There is only one person who sits cross-legged quietly.

"The world is vast, and all straw dogs are born, what is life, death, and why do you fear death?

The Buddha outside the sky, I am no, I am a little monk. The little monk may never truly believe that your belief in you can achieve my wish. The little monk is stupid, deaf and mute.

Even though I was getting older and I was already serving as the presidency, I still felt fearful and recited every word in the scriptures sincerely than any monk all day long. However, my fear never diminished, and could only be stacked into the gradually corrupted heart of my monk.

The little monk even thought he was a child abandoned by the Buddha until he got the advice of the master and came here.

Along the way, the little monk also saw the flowers blooming and the coldness of the world, but his heart towards Buddha never changed.

It was not until the young monk saw that people in this world suffered such sins and were covered by dark clouds. He was really unbearable.

The Buddha is above, and the monk sincerely prays for your light and wisdom to shine on the earth and dispel dark clouds for the monk. He lights a lamp of his heart for me. The monk's long-cherished wish is to be fulfilled by the Buddha.

Even if it is full of dark clouds.

And what are you afraid of?"

In the dark, this slightly low male voice hovered in the vast world, and then he began to recite the simplest and most basic spiritual mantra,

Over and over again.

Until the increasingly dazzling light pierced the dimness between heaven and earth, the heat and light poured into the eyes all the time until they were complete.

The light seemed so full, even too dazzling. The ragged back flashed in the light, humming an untuned tune in his mouth, and ordinary people covered with markings, as well as stone pillars filled with black air.

Finally, he stayed on a round object with brilliant golden light.

Until the line of sight begins to focus, it draws closer to the object that is unknown.

Becoming closer, getting closer,

That's

A round one,

Bald.

Bald?

“…”

With a blink of an eye, half of her body sat up in shock in the darkness.

His sweat was covered in his body and his clothes were stuck to his body. He looked up and it was bright outside the window.

Mo Li just pulled the door in and he looked at Yi Ruchang, who was sitting on the bed, whose face was full of words: "Life is indesperate."

The panda on the sofa slept with his feet facing the sky. When he came in, he just moved his feet, and then opened his eyes that were almost integrated into the dark circles in the darkness. After a glance at the person, he closed his lazily again, too lazy to change his sleeping position and continued to snore.

This sentence "Good, good morning" seems to have no chance to say it.

However, Yi Ruchang on the bed didn't play with his phone or looked at anything else, and just sat there coldly, as if he was awakening his mind.

"Good morning, the sun shines on your butt, why haven't you got up yet?"

However, with Mo Li's usual good mood, he greeted him casually while walking into the room.

He could only look at Yi Ruchang carefully after turning on the light. At this moment, he was a little surprised: "Sir, why are you sweating all over?"

The first time he thought: Did Ningning put something into the Shanhai Temple last night? But when he thought about it, the gentleman seemed to have put it down to the Shanhai Temple for this purpose.

A set of warning talismans should not be released casually.

"I've had a nightmare again."

The first sentence that Yi Ruyan said was as dumb as an old man.

Mo Li was startled by the sound.

At this moment, the owner of the shop touched his head and had already cursed many swear words he could think of.

Damn it, since the gangster Ningning smuggled Lao Dou appears a few days ago, and after he was very self-reliant, he added drama to himself, and said that to himself.

Somehow, I always dream of baldness in my dreams.

The most terrifying thing is that I seem to have a lot less hair when I wake up in the morning!

He touched his soft hair. The hair was much longer than in summer. It was probably because of the hair quality. His hair was always soft, and the point was that it was very thin and it fell easily.

"Beware of baldness."

That's what he said.

The owner of the shop thought about it more and more concerned, and he rubbed his short hair irritably, and felt more and more uncomfortable.

Hello, what does that sentence mean?

"gentlemen!"

Seeing that Mr. Mo Li was surprised, he must have been something urgent to solve, otherwise he would not have asked himself to go out to collect all these things yesterday.

He lifted his hand and slowly filled it up, sorted it out, and said, "The Polygonatum sesame, sausage, beer, ginger and so on you want are all inside."

"Oh, bring it."

Yi Ruchang then tried to do something a little, and barely let go of his hair and lifted the quilt to look for shoes.

"But sir, what are you going to do? I looked through the books left by Sister Jiang and didn't know what you were going to do." Mo Li was surprised.

Just so happened that he recently learned the classics left by Sister Jiang and learned the traditional Chinese medicine books she had modified, which changed almost 70% of them, took the essence and synthesized her own new medical books.

He jumped and flipped over, but he didn't think that this method was used to treat any disease. Moreover, he had no other diseases except for not having good sleep recently.

"I know what's wrong, go, boil the beer, throw everything in and cook for two hours." Yi Ruchang ordered his next procedure neatly.

Mo Li was puzzled, what kind of folk remedy is this? He opened his mouth: "Ah?"

"go!"

Yi Ruchang has always had a hot temper when he gets up early.

When he doesn't want to say a word, if you argue with him a little more, you may have to take off a layer of skin.

Come on, Mo Li has been here for so long but still can't know about this? He didn't even hit hard nails. He looked at the bag of things he had finally collected, and walked into the kitchen with a tough bullet.

"Please be fine!"

Two hours later.

The two of them stood in front of the pot with their noses pinched.

Frown and vomited from time to time.

"Hey, Lizi, to be honest, have you thrown your second uncle's leather shoes in and cooked?" Pointing to such a pot of dark and still gurgling things, it looked much more terrifying than the can of things traded by the stinky witch and the mermaid.

He lowered his head and checked the medicine residue he left behind. After turning it over, the smell became even greater: "Vomit!"

Mo Li quickly shook his head: "Haha, no!" He obviously did what he said. If he was wrong, shouldn't it be a problem with his method?

Yiru always stretched his head over, and he felt the heat pricked his eyes and felt that the eyes were so painful. He rubbed his eyes: "What's that?

So smelly! It’s still sticky... Forget it. It’s my special hair growth water.”

Hair growth water?

That's it?

Mo Li was dumbfounded. He looked at the pot suspiciously and half-believed and half-doubted: "Sir, you can also prepare hair growth water! Are you going to drink this, sir?"

"What, no."

The shop owner took a chopstick and poked the bubbles.

"You don't lose your hair." Mo Li told the truth.

"Nonsense, would I, a man in my prime, be afraid of hair loss because of one or two words from a strong man with tattoos? "The owner of the shop is confident.

"You can see your fear completely." Mo Li nodded.

"Don't talk nonsense. I can only erase it."

This is not the time to retreat. Yi Ruchang made a move and asked Mo Li to stand aside. Anyway, in order not to become a bald person, he could only do this. As he said that, Yi Ruchang began to search for tools that could be used in the kitchen.

When I heard it, Mo Li felt relieved, looked at the things in the pot, and half of his face thrust.

As expected, even a werewolf like Mr. Yi couldn't drink this thing.

At this time, Ningning pinched her nose and walked in, stretched her head and looked at the thing in the pot.

"Oh, are you cooking shit? I heard from someone upstairs that it seemed that the nearby septic tank exploded... What the hell is this so smelly!" Ning Ning frowned.

Mo Li quickly stopped her by Ningning's words; "Girls, don't talk about such words! You are still young, in the future..."

"Ahhhh, I know, I know. I'm so long-winded as an aunt."

Ning Ning curled her lips.
To be continued...