Hong Kong variety show: Beauty and Bones

Jiale was secretly amused. He didn't believe a word of Ren Yinyin's words. What was she talking about, "traveling broadens your horizons?" In his opinion, this little girl was simply bored to death, and while her master was out, she wanted to sneak out to play.

However, Jiale didn't point it out. Instead, he deliberately followed her lead and said, "Haha, then you came at the right time!"

As he spoke, he pointed to a nearby wooden house and continued, "See? Master Ikkyu lives next door. He recently accepted a new female apprentice named Jingjing, who is about your age. Now you have a playmate!"

"Hey, do you still have any conscience?"

The two people were chatting happily outside the house, and from inside the house came the angry shout of Taoist Simu, the sound was so loud that it seemed to be able to blow the roof off.

He stood there with a furious look on his face, one hand covering his injured face, the other pointing at Jiale and Ren Yinyin, and shouting, "Is there no one willing to help me get some ointment?"

After hearing what Taoist Simu said, Jiale and Ren Yinyin first looked at each other, and then they both covered their mouths and laughed.

They all knew very well that Taoist Simu always liked to play tricks on others, and this time, he finally got what he deserved.

Taoist Simu really ended up losing more than he gained this time. He had wanted to teach Jiale a lesson, but he ended up making things worse and ended up in such a miserable state.

If Jiale didn’t have a conscience, he would have intervened in time when Taoist Simu was being beaten by the zombies and screamed “Aiya ah ah”, covered his mouth with his hand, and quickly led away the zombies that were under the spell.

I'm afraid Taoist Simu will be beaten badly today!

When Taoist Simu saw Jiale, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, so the task of applying medicine to him had to be given to Ren Yinyin.

Jiale went to prepare breakfast...

Ren Yinyin carefully picked up the ointment and gently applied it to the injured area of ​​Master Simu.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she tried her best to suppress the urge to burst out laughing. Because the appearance of the four-eyed uncle in front of her was too funny!

I saw Master Simu holding a small, exquisite round mirror. He looked left and right, muttering to himself, "Oh my! How inhumane! How inhumane! This move is too cruel!"

He was completely unaware that Ren Yinyin's face beside him had become a little distorted as she tried to suppress a smile.

Ren Yinyin secretly groaned in his heart, "Master, oh master, please don't tease me anymore! Otherwise, I'm afraid I really can't help laughing out loud!"

So she quickly recalled the sad things in her mind, trying to suppress the laughter that was surging in her heart.

At this moment, a series of crisp "dong dong dong" sounds suddenly rang out.

"Ah! Uncle Master, someone is knocking on the door. I'll go open it!" Ren Yinyin stood up suddenly as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw. Without even waiting for Taoist Simu to speak to stop him, he rushed to the door like an arrow.

When Ren Yinyin reached out and gently opened the slightly old wooden door, he saw an old monk wearing a cassock and with a kind face. At this moment, the old monk was slowly retracting his right hand, which was about to knock on the door again.

"Amitabha, hello, benefactor!"

"Hello, Master." Ren Yinyin hurriedly put his hands together and bowed respectfully to the old monk.

"I live next door, my Buddhist name is Ikkyu, and hello to you, young donor!" Master Ikkyu introduced himself in an amiable manner with a smile on his face and squinting eyes.

Ren Yinyin also quickly responded politely: "Master Ikkyu, hello! My name is Ren Yinyin, I am the nephew of Taoist Simu, and I am here as a guest."

Master Ikkyu nodded slightly, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes, and asked, "Who is your master?"

You know, with Taoist Simu's straightforward personality, there are only a few fellow disciples who have close relationships with him and deep friendships with him.

Ren Yinyin smiled slightly and answered proudly, "My master is Lin Jiu, also known as Yimei Daochang, and people call him 'Uncle Jiu'!"

"Oh, so you are Uncle Jiu's disciple! I'm so sorry!" Master Ikkyu suddenly realized what was going on and showed admiration on his face when he heard it.

At this moment, the impatient voice of Taoist Simu came from the inner room: "Hey, are you two finished chatting? It's so noisy!"

Hearing this, Master Ikkyu couldn't help laughing out loud, shaking his head and sighing: "Haha, Taoist Simu is still as straightforward as ever!"

Ren Yinyin on the side also chuckled, thinking that Master Ikkiu really knew how to talk.

She followed Master Simu to drive the corpses, to kill time during the journey. Master Simu told her about the old monk who lived next door to him - Master Ikkyu.

According to his uncle, the old monk kept beating the wooden fish and chanting scriptures all day long, which made him restless and unable to get a good night's sleep.

Moreover, the uncle complained: "That old monk is not only pedantic, but also very annoying. He is simply a piece of sticky candy that you can't get rid of no matter how hard you try!"

However, in Ren Yinyin's opinion, although his uncle kept complaining, the fact was that the monk and the Taoist lived next to each other, playing and fighting on weekdays, and had spent many years together.

"Fellow Daoist Simu, I heard from Jiale that you are back, so I came to see you!" Master Ikkyu smiled and nodded at Ren Yinyin, then strode into the house.

However, the anxious voice of Taoist Simu was heard from inside the house: "Stop! No need to come in!" Then he said bluntly, "I'm fine. It would be great if you just stayed away from me!"

But Master Ikkyu obviously didn't take these words to heart. He didn't stop walking at all, and asked with great concern, "That's not right, Fellow Daoist Simu, I heard someone screaming so early this morning. Could it be that someone was injured?"

"No way! I just want to have a good rest! Please go out and close the door quickly, thank you!" Seeing that Master Ikkyu was about to see him, Taoist Simu hurriedly dodged and hid back in bed, grabbing the quilt and covering his entire head tightly.

Taoist Simu's smooth movements made Master Ikkyu and Ren Yinyin who followed him in laugh.

"Fellow Daoist Simu, what happened to you?" Master Ikkyu asked with concern, while trying to uncover the quilt of Taoist Simu with one hand.

"Are you sick? Don't be afraid, I have medicine that will cure you!"

Master Ikkyu tried to pull the quilt away, but Taoist Simu held on tightly to it...

The two of them talked back and forth, talking and moving non-stop.

The combined age of the two is over a hundred years old, and they are as childish as children!

Ren Yinyin looked at it and shook his head and laughed. The scene in front of him seemed to be Wencai and Qiu Sheng.

There was a sound of "ripping" and Master Ikkyu was stunned holding the cloth strip.

Oh no, my uncle is going to get mad!

Ren Yinyin didn't dare to watch the fun anymore and tiptoed out of the room.

"Okay, you stinky monk, you have to compensate me for my quilt..." Taoist Simu shouted angrily.

"Fellow Daoist Simu, if I say I didn't mean it, do you believe me?" Master Ikkyu said embarrassedly.