God-level Superstar

My own book, no matter how bad it is, must be recommended with five stars😘😘😘

I came across this book by accident. It was only a dozen chapters old at the time, and I have been following it until now. What to say about this book! The subject matter is novel and the writing is excellent. Between Xiaobai's writing and Laobai's writing, it can be seen that the author is a very bold person, constantly trying new writing methods and new angles in the article. In my opinion, when the author has written more than 60 chapters, his writing power has begun to break away from immaturity and fully reveal its prowess. I believe many readers feel the same as me. Come on, author! If you don't stop updating, I won't stop following you!

So far, this book is very beautiful, full of blood and passion

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The combination of entertainment and fantasy is really good! Come on! Don't be a eunuch, I will always support you! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

A female benefactor lived in the young monk's temple. The little monk was frightened and ran away to knock wooden fish in the temple. The woman at the foot of the mountain is a tiger, and now the tiger actually lives in the temple. It seems that she and her master are going to be eaten. The female donor had nothing to do, so she also walked into the temple. She saw a little master with a red face and banging the wooden fish hard, so she went over to take a look curiously. The frightened monk hid behind the Buddha statue. The female donor squatted on the ground and wrote on the thin layer of incense ash: I am hungry. The monk sat back in front of her blankly and continued to knock on the wooden fish, trembling all over. The female donor wrote again: What's wrong? Monk: If you want something to eat, I will sacrifice myself to feed the tiger. The female donor was as beautiful as a Bodhisattva, but unfortunately she couldn't speak. I took a pipa with me and played a few melodious sounds in the afternoon. There are drums and bells in the temple at dusk and in the morning, making it a little more charming in the world of mortals. There were only two monks in the temple, and she came to stay with them and help them sew their robes. The little monk's heart was beating fast when he saw her sitting under the lamp mending clothes. The female benefactor caught him peeking and smiled at him like a lotus blooming. The young monk asked the master why the female donor was allowed to live in the house. Master said, whether anyone moves in and whether the person living there is a man or a woman is all your obsession. Monk: But my disciple can't calm down. Master: Then return to secular life. The monk was frightened: The disciple did not violate the sexual precept! Disciples take refuge in Buddha! Master said, why does the Buddha need your refuge? Buddha only wants you to be happy. If you are happy in Buddhism, then you are in Buddhism. If you are happy in the secular world, then return to the secular world. The monk cooks for the temple every day and gives the female donor some extra vegetables. She writes on the table every time: Very delicious. The little monk was happy. The little monk is an orphan picked up from the mountains by his master. He has been raised in the temple since he was a child and has never thought about anything other than becoming a monk. Master has always said that you should return to the secular world. Only after you return to the secular world will you know whether you want to become a monk or not. Many people become monks because they know that they should have nothing. Some people, such as young monks, do so because they have no choice. The female donor liked to eat the dishes he cooked, could play the pipa to thank him, and even taught him to play the pipa. One day, the female benefactor went down the mountain to sell medicinal herbs from the mountain and never returned. When the little monk knocks on the wooden fish, the wooden fish sounds like a pipa. He ate as if she were sitting across from him. The young monk knelt in front of the Buddha. His heart was unhappy, as if it was empty. He decided to listen to his master and go down the mountain. Go to the benefactor. The world under the mountain was vast, but he didn't even know the name of the female benefactor. I only know that she is as beautiful as a Bodhisattva and is good at playing the pipa. The little monk took her pipa and played it all the way, playing the song she taught. It's been many years since he left. With his hair grown, he looks like an ordinary musician who makes a living by playing the pipa. Someone found him and said that a singing house wanted him to go and teach the singers how to play the pipa. Because the owner of the singing house was very surprised when he heard the sound of his pipa. There once was a charming singer in this singing house, whose singing skills were stunning. His pipa sound is very similar to that of the singer. Singing girls are not prostitutes, they only play, sing and teach. A certain adult tried to force her, but in the end, she cut out her tongue and took Pipa away with her. The female donor had no tongue, so she never knew what the food he cooked tasted like. During the old man's birthday party, he asked the troupe from the karaoke house to perform at his house. He went along as a teaching master, hoping to find a female benefactor. The female relatives were dressed in gold and silver, but she was not among them. During the banquet, he asked the servants in the house if there was a lady here who was good at playing the pipa. The servant suddenly looked disgusted: the master had fallen in love with a singing girl, but she cut out her tongue and escaped from the brothel, and was later captured. He asked: What happens next? After he was caught, he refused to obey and tried to escape. In the end, his hands and feet were chopped off and he was thrown into a pig pen and became a human pig. He had already gone crazy. Holding his lute in his arms, he found a crawling and deformed man in the smelly pigsty. He helped her up. The madman lowered his head and was still looking for food on the ground. Under the night, he clasped his hands in front of her. At this time, she suddenly calmed down and looked at the musician blankly. She immediately shed tears and smiled as before, still like a Bodhisattva. He said, if you want something to eat, I will sacrifice myself to feed the tiger. The next day the servant found the man in the pigsty dead, strangled with a pipa string. The servant picked up the lute string and said: Experience +3

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It doesn't look like the author is a novice, no matter what? Is this a great god opening a small vest? ?

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