How to pamper the beast

Chapter 10

People like Cen Yan go to work in the secular world just to get some daily living expenses. It just so happens that they won a lottery some time ago, and the money left after paying taxes is enough for a person to live comfortably. For several lifetimes.

From this point of view, taking a passbook is so simple and convenient, and it is also domineering enough to satisfy Bai Qiu's inner desire to be mighty and majestic.

Sure enough, people can't read, and so do cultivators.

It wasn't long before Cen Yan and Bai Qiucai didn't discuss this matter eagerly. On a certain day when the weather was not sunny and even cloudy, and it seemed that the summer rainstorm would end soon, the door of Cen Yan's house was knocked. There was a bang bang.

Cen Yan let go of his consciousness, and saw a middle-aged man in the Qi refining period at the door, wearing a sign on his chest.

He stroked Bai Qiu's soft hair: "It should be here to 'inspect' my situation."

In the realm of self-cultivation, if one has not broken through the Qi refining stage after the age of 30, it will be like this for almost a lifetime.Some of these people choose to be handymen in the sect, and some simply return to the secular world. Even in the Qi refining period, their health is much better than ordinary people.

Some of them were hired by the sect to supervise potential dangerous elements like Cen Yan, and Cen Yan had some dealings with these people when he first joined the job.

I don't know if it's because I've gotten along with fallen geniuses a lot. This group of people doesn't have much ability, and their temper is not small. Every move is filled with arrogance that I don't know where it came from.

Now is not a good time to expose Cen Yan's real situation. Fortunately, during the Qi refining period, no changes in Cen Yan's body can be seen. Even if Bai Qiu wants to change his appearance a little, as it is now, he looks like a changing animal. Eye-catching.

Hearing this, Bai Qiu thought for a moment: "What do you think of me transforming into a white tiger? I'm mighty and majestic, and my aura is a bit higher."

Cen Yan smiled: "Is it better to transform into a little white cat? Anyway, the white tiger is a big cat, and there is not much difference between a big cat and a small cat."

Bai Qiu: "..."

In order not to cause panic, Bai Qiu turned into a simple, ordinary and weak kitten.

There are quite a lot of people who keep cats in the secular world now. It is (not) normal for Cen Yan, a former genius in the cultivation world, to raise a kitten to chat with him after returning to the secular world to comfort his empty heart.

After finishing everything and having a small chat by the way, almost 10 minutes have passed.

A monk in the Qi refining period at the door has changed from slamming on the door with bang bang bang to taking out a brick from his storage bag and slamming on the door. If he hadn't vaguely sensed the presence of someone in the room with his divine sense, he would have kicked the door and died. left.

With a false and indifferent smile on Cen Yan's face, Ning opened the door when the monk's patience was about to reach a critical point outside——

Seeing that the door finally opened a small crack under his perseverance, the middle-aged monk paused while holding the brick, and immediately packed up the things in his hand, coughed softly, put his hands behind his back, and raised his chin slightly: " Is it—Cen Yan? Uh..."

He suddenly got stuck. What he wanted to say was stuck in his throat, and he didn't say it for a long time.

Cen Yan's appearance is very different from what he imagined.

The middle-aged monk has just turned 15 this year. Since he was still stuck in the qi refining period [-] years ago and has no signs of breaking through, he has returned to the secular world and entered a company under the control of the sect. Those who are below, who used to be at least Foundation Establishment but are now unable to practice anymore.

The job assigned to him was to directly check on those people when they left the company and had no news for at least half a month.

The job, to tell the truth, brought him a secret sense of self-satisfaction.

He has always felt sorry for his poor cultivation talent, but for these fallen geniuses, his regret has turned into a somewhat distorted gloating.

You guys are talented, so what?So what if you can build a foundation?Isn't it still reduced to this point?

Those people he came into contact with, no matter how hard they tried to hide it, the tiredness between their brows and eyes could not be concealed, and there were even some people who seemed to be ten years older after leaving the cultivation world for only two or three years.

Before coming to see Cen Yan this time, he thought he would see such a person too.

Or, more decadent and depressing.

After all, Cen Yan, the former genius, is too dazzling. It can be said that he is the most outstanding person in the cultivation world in 1000 years.

The higher he climbed, the harder the fall. The middle-aged monk had to admit that he had secretly imagined what Cen Yan would look like after the fall. However, Cen Yan had been clocking in for work in the past three years. Until today, he finally Had a chance to take a look.

However, after actually seeing Cen Yan, the middle-aged monk found that all his secret guesses were too wrong.

Cen Yan's clothes are very ordinary, probably because his figure and appearance are too good, these ordinary clothes are as dazzling as haute couture, but the unique style of painting is the pair of pink bunny slippers that Bai Qiu insists on buying Added a touch of amiability to him.

Cen Yan's appearance is very good. In the past, when he was in the realm of comprehension, he was usually the kind who seemed gentle but rejected people thousands of miles away. Now he is more straightforward and sharp. Although he is still smiling, he is much more fake than before, that kind of blatant The falsehood is more like a warning, which is frightening.

Cen Yan raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

The middle-aged monk had no choice but to abandon the original manuscript, he swallowed, and tried to make himself a little more intimidating: "I'm here to inquire about the reason why you haven't gone to work recently—"

"Oh, this," Cen Yan didn't seem to care, "I'm sorry, I forgot an important thing."

The middle-aged monk paused: "Be careful next time, how can you forget about work? This month's salary estimate——"

Cen Yan folded his hands on his chest and interrupted him: "I forgot to resign."

The middle-aged monk was forced to shut up again, the words stuck in the back of his throat too much, and he was a little sad that he couldn't get up or down.

"Are you going to pay now? Or can you take it for me by the way?" Bai Qiu didn't know when he came over, and Cen Yan squatted down and hugged him in his arms, "Well... I remember when I joined the job, I seemed to say something—how long? If you don’t go to warn once, if you don’t go again, someone will come to your door, if you don’t go, you will automatically resign, if you don’t wait a few days, you will save writing your resignation letter.”

Bai Qiu huddled in Cen Yan's arms, admiring with relish the red and green complexion of the person in front of him, it was more exciting than the lottery draw.

The middle-aged monk took a few deep breaths, and felt that after this trip, he would lose at least three to five years of life: "You...you don't work, what do you live in the secular world? The laws here are very perfect. It's against the law, have you fallen to this point?"

When Bai Qiu heard this, his eyes lit up immediately, and he secretly poked Cen Yan with his claws very excitedly.

Take a passbook Take a passbook!

Let him see what the troubles of the rich are!

Cen Yan held down Bai Qiu's restless little paw, thinking to himself, it seems that today will not be able to pass this hurdle.

"It's not good to stand outside all the time, why don't you come in and talk about it." There must be a desk to take a passbook, and Cen Yan also took great pains to satisfy Bai Qiu's little wish.

The middle-aged monk was a little moved by the sudden invitation. He thought, yes, this is the correct opening. How can there be such a weird plot just now? It must be that he has not slept well recently and has hallucinations .

Entering the house, Cen Yan led him to a dining table in the living room. The middle-aged monk looked around the room while walking, and when he was about to sit down at the table——

Cen Yan made a pause gesture to him.

The middle-aged monk looked puzzled: "...?"

Cen Yan took a deep breath, went into the study under the urging of Bai Qiu who kept poking the soft flesh on his waist, took out a passbook, and put the passbook on the table according to the method of taking a passbook that Bai Qiu had been thinking about. In front of the young monk.

Cen Yan: "Unfortunately, I bought a lottery ticket some time ago and won the first prize."

The middle-aged monk was stunned for a few seconds, and belatedly glanced at the passbook, his fragile little heart was shocked by the numbers on it.

After Cen Yan made sure that he saw the numbers on it clearly, he put away the passbook and said casually as he put it away, "Don't get me wrong, it's not for you."

"..."

The middle-aged monk felt a mouthful of old blood before he was suffocated and swallowed it.

The following story was a bit horrible and I couldn't bear to look directly at it, but everything went smoothly. The middle-aged monk was almost in a trance and was sent out of the door by Cen Yan with a barely friendly attitude. When the door closed in front of him with a bang, he Suddenly startled, the whole person came back to his senses.

Maybe this is the real genius...

Recalling Cen Yan's every move, the middle-aged monk has to admit that there are always some people, even if he loses the talent that people once envied, once he falls into the dust, he can break free from all the secular things at the lowest point of the world. Restraint, exudes a light that is not dazzling but always present.

On the way back, the middle-aged monk suddenly murmured.

"I'm so lucky... Fuck, labor and management have bought lottery tickets for so many years. At most, I won five yuan."