After the divorce, the pregnant belly was discovered by the ex-husband

Hu Changqing gritted his teeth. He really came here to reconcile. This damn boy acted like a madman and had no scruples. "She hasn't fallen in love with me yet, but I'm single and not a playboy, so there's still hope.

You and I are still different, but I still envy you, after all, I am your fourth uncle and you have a child while I am still unmarried."

Hu Qingshu was furious and wanted to overturn the table, (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻.

Hu Changqing naively thought that he had finally won the verbal battle, and then he left without paying attention to his nephew's sullen face. He had decided not to stick to the cold butt.

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'Chongguang Temple'.

Zhao Youyou was wearing long clothes and long pants and was going into the mountains today. She had a whip wrapped around her waist and a slingshot and a pistol in her messenger bag. This gun was hidden by her father. It was dangerous to go into the mountains. If she encountered a wild animal, she could only use a gun.

Actually, I didn't go into the mountain to find anything, I just wanted to explore. Chongguang Temple is built at the bottom of the mountain, so it's convenient to enter the mountain.

"Sister, where are you going? Take me with you." The little puppy Zhao Zhuocheng wanted to follow. He knew Zhao Youyou. His mother went to the city for a stroll, his father went to the state palace, and his sister didn't wear a skirt to cause trouble!

When we were at the border, my sister would start a fight whenever she put on long pants. Who would she fight with here?

"I just want to go into the mountains to take a look. It's not interesting and you don't like it." Zhao Youyou put all her hair on top of her head, checked to make sure nothing was left, and prepared to leave.

"No! Take me with you, you must take me with you. What if I don't follow you and you are in danger?" Zhao Zhuocheng didn't dare to let Zhao Youyou go alone. If something happened, wouldn't his parents beat him to death? He was really not interested in going into the mountains, as there were many snakes, insects, rats and ants.

"I'm not going into the mountains. I'll just take a look and come back. You don't have to force me."

"No need to force yourself. No need to force yourself. Wait for me." Zhao Zhuocheng quickly returned to his room and changed into his equipment.

The brother and sister left Chongguang Temple with a few skilled guards.

The road up the mountain was a narrow path. Several people were holding sticks and knocking on the roadside to scare away any snakes as they moved forward.

The forest on the mountain was lush and green, with occasional bird calls and pheasants suddenly jumping out. Zhao Youyou couldn't let go of it, so she slingshotted the pheasant and it screamed and fell to the ground. The guard ran over and picked it up.

They also picked edible mushrooms and brought seasonings and simple pots and bowls to prepare for a picnic in the mountains.

The further we went into the forest, the denser it became, and the taller the weeds became, and we never saw any human beings.

"Let's not leave. Let's find a flat place to set up a stove." Zhao Youyou wiped the sweat off his forehead and ordered.

It seems that this mountain is relatively safe and we haven't encountered any wild animals.

Several men began to look for stones to build a stove, and Zhao Zhuocheng took care of the chickens. He often did this kind of work. In the past, they often had picnics together, so he didn't need Zhao Youyou to give any instructions.

Pheasant mushroom soup, and a few pheasant chickens smeared with seasonings and ready to be roasted. Zhao Zhuocheng's mouth was watering at the thought of roasted chickens, he knew how delicious his sister's roasted chickens were.

Several people gathered in a circle, eating roasted chicken and drinking soup. The aroma spread far away.

A young monk carrying a bundle of firewood sniffed the air. What a nice smell! He licked his lips and headed towards the aroma.

The smell became even stronger when I heard voices before I saw anyone.

The young monk couldn't resist the temptation and walked towards them.

Sasha's footsteps startled several people. Zhao Youyou pulled out his gun and looked towards the sound vigilantly.

Then I saw a yellow shadow looming in the woods.

Several people were ready for battle. Zhao Youyou's eyes were full of excitement. He wondered whether it would be quicker to use a gun or a whip. The rustling sound was getting closer and closer, and then...

"Oh, it turns out to be a little monk." Zhao Zhuocheng put away the gun in disappointment.

I saw the young monk carrying a large bundle of firewood, but his waist did not even bend, which showed that he was quite strong.

"Amitabha, I'm sorry to bother you, donors." The young monk bowed and walked over without stopping.

Zhao Youyou looked at the little monk with interest. Hmm! A little monk without eyebrows.

"Little monk, are you from Chongguang Temple?"

"Yes, female donor. Well, what are you cooking that smells so good?" The little monk's eyes almost fell into the pot.

"Little monk, you can't eat the things in the pot, they are all meat." Zhao Zhuocheng found the little monk quite interesting and seemed to be greedy.

"Amitabha, who says we can't eat it? As long as we have Buddha in our heart, it's okay to eat anything. That roast chicken tastes good. Can I, a poor monk, get one?" Huiwu was particularly craving for roast chicken, especially the roast chicken that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside and had an overbearing taste.

Huiwu's return to the temple was much more stable than his previous days of wandering around begging for alms, but there are always regrets in life. He is a monk, but he is not a vegetarian monk.

Only he himself knew this secret, so he used to leave the temple after not staying there for long. In fact, he went out to have fun because he was greedy, and when he was satisfied, he would come back to live as a hermit with the ancient Buddha and the green lamp.

Zhao Youyou clapped her hands, "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart. I understand, all masters are like this, I understand

If you don't mind, how about you enjoy it with us?"

The firewood fell to the ground with a "click". "No problem, no problem. Thank you very much, lady donor. I won't eat your food for nothing. I can read your palms. I will show you my palms after we finish eating as a token of my gratitude."

"That's great, come on, come on, let's go together, it will be more fun with more people."

"Hehe, I've lived for more than 20 years, and I've never eaten with a monk."

"That's right. This is the first time I've seen a monk who eats meat. Come on, little monk, don't be polite, eat."

Everybody was having a great time eating and drinking. Huiwu was so happy that he forgot that he had said he would no longer tell people's fortunes, and he chatted with the guys about all sorts of things.

Zhao Youyou glanced at Huiwu thoughtfully from time to time.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Huiwu wiped his mouth. After he had finished eating, he regretted that he should not have been so hasty in giving people a fortune-teller's prediction.

Oh! Why can't I change this bad habit of mine? But once something is said, it cannot be taken back.

I thought to myself that I must not succumb to temptation next time, as I don’t have that much merit.

"Miss, you come first." A man asked Zhao Youyou, the master, to look first. Zhao Youyou waved her hand, "No, you come first. Let me see if this monk's robe is correct."

Zhao Zhuocheng also waved his hand to let them go first, and the five men looked over one by one. The result was of course that some were happy and some were worried.

When it came to Zhao Zhuocheng, he waved his hand again, "I won't look."

Hui Wu asked curiously, "You don't believe it?"

"No, it's because when I was a kid, a master predicted my fate. That master was a hermit. I don't want to have my fate predicted again. If I do it too much, I'm afraid it won't work."

Huiwu: "…" Who, who is so awesome that he dares to call himself a hermit? Better than him? Why is he so unconvinced? In the field of fortune-telling, he has never been defeated by anyone. He is the second in the industry and no one dares to claim to be the first. When did another hermit appear? Is this industry so competitive now?

Huiwu was not convinced and insisted on catching Zhao Zhuocheng to criticize him, but Zhao Zhuocheng dodged and refused to give him the criticism.