The movie world has a beautiful ghost

Chapter 120 Happy Enemies

"Hey, Jiale, long time no see!"

The door was opened, and the monk said something with a smile and walked in.

"Master Ikkyu, you're back." Jiale said with a smile.

"Yes, this is my apprentice Jingjing." Ikkyu nodded.

"Ah? Master, aren't you a monk? Why do you accept female disciples?" Jiale scratched his head woodenly.

"Hmph! I think it's more like a flower monk." Simu snorted coldly and interrupted: "Hey! Monk, don't you know that it is very rude to come in without the owner's permission? You are a Buddhist."

"Hey! Siyan, don't go too far. Jingjing has a miserable life. She lost all her family in the war among warlords. That's why I took her in." Ikkyu said.

"Hmph!" Simu turned away and ignored him.

“Uh~ Master, you haven’t eaten yet, right? Please sit down first, I’ll go serve you some food.” Jia Le hurriedly spoke up when he saw this.

"Hey~ Jiale is still the best. He is not like some people who look kind on the surface but actually have no sympathy at all." Ikkyu seemed to be hinting at something.

"boom!"

"Hey! What do you mean, you stinky monk? Who are you talking about?" Simu slammed the table in anger.

"Hehe, did I say anything about anyone? Why are you unhappy?" Ikkiu said with a smile.

"you!"

"Okay, uncle-master, no matter what, they are still guests. There is no need to be like this. We cannot let others say that we Maoshan people are narrow-minded.

Jiale, please help the master and the others to serve the food." Zhang Haoran held Simu down and said.

"Yeah! Okay." Jiale responded.

"Is that right? This little brother is sensible. I wonder what to call him." Simu looked at Zhang Haoran and asked.

"Oh me……"

"Humph, this is my nephew, the most outstanding disciple in our Maoshan." Simu said arrogantly.

Zhang Haoran smiled and said, "Zhang Haoran, hello, Master. Please take a seat."

But seeing that the table was a bit small, Xiaolian said, "Let's move some space and eat over there with Sister Jingjing."

Zhang Haoran nodded.

"Hehe, that's really disturbing you." Ikkyu said as he sat down directly, showing no intention of being polite at all.

Jingjing was really embarrassed.

“Um…your name is Jingjing, right? Please sit over here.” Jiale said embarrassedly.

"I'd better go to the kitchen with you to get some food."

"Oh, okay!" Jiale said with a smile.

Jingjing saw that Jiale had a simple and honest face, and felt less embarrassed.

Master Ikkyu looked at the table full of meat with a bitter expression. Jingjing could eat it, but he, a monk, could not eat meat.

Fortunately, Jiale was attentive and fried some vegetables and eggs and served them.

There were only four people left at the dinner table.

"You're welcome, Master."

"Hey, okay!"

Ikkyu was about to pick up his chopsticks, but Simu caught them with his chopsticks.

Seeing this, Jiale quickly scooped some vegetables into his own bowl and started eating, looking very experienced.

"Senior Brother!" Jiale kept winking at Zhang Haoran.

Zhang Haoran smiled, knew what he meant, and nodded.

However, he did not follow his example. He just stretched out one hand and placed it on the table without leaving any trace, while his other hand continued to pick up food and eat.

Jiale was helpless and could only turn his head and pretend he didn't see anything while shoveling rice into his mouth.

The chopstick battle on the dining table became more and more intense, and then there was a noise under the table, and the bowls and plates began to fall up and down.

Until one moment, both of their legs pushed up at the same time.

Well~ the table was safe and sound, but their legs were bumped and they were grimacing in pain.

"Uncle Master and Master, if you have had enough fun, you can eat." Zhang Haoran said this without even raising his head.

They both knew that it was Zhang Haoran who did it just now.

"Hmph! You stinky monk, if my nephew wasn't here today, you'd be in trouble. Eat!" Simu said.

"Haha!" Ikkyu laughed disdainfully.

Zhang Haoran didn’t think that the two were serious. In fact, they were just a pair of bickering lovers. If one of them was gone, the other would definitely be sad.

It’s simple, the quarrel brought out the feelings.

After dinner, the three of them sat in the yard drinking tea.

"Nephew, you are so awesome, why don't you help me train Jiale? I will be grateful to you." Simu said while rocking his chair.

"Okay, that's nothing, but I can't stay here forever, if you are relieved, let Jiale stay with me for some time.

How about I let him come back when he is almost done?" Zhang Haoran said.

"This is not a problem. I'll trouble you, my junior apprentice brother, and you must train him to death." Simu said.

Jiale, who was sitting and chatting with Jingjing, looked bitter.

It’s not that he didn’t want to go, but... he turned and looked at Jingjing.

Zhang Haoran smiled and said, "Uncle Master, rest assured, leave it to me. When he comes back, he will definitely surprise you."

Ikkyu was very curious about Zhang Haoran. He was also a man with magical powers and could see that Zhang Haoran was extraordinary. He just didn't know how powerful he was as Simu said.

After all, Simu and I are both about the same, and if Simu says I'm good, then I must be good.

"Huh!" Ikkyu suddenly noticed something.

He said in disbelief: "Simu, you have made a breakthrough?!" He really didn't notice it before.

"Hahaha, you stinky monk, you just realized now. Now you know that I was giving in to you just now. I was just too lazy to argue with you." Simu looked very proud.

"Hey~ I don't have time to argue with you. Tell me how you made the breakthrough so I can learn from your experience." Ikkyu said.

"Well~well, the spiritual power in my body has accumulated enough, and I broke through naturally." Simu scratched his head. There was no way he could tell anyone about this.

"Hey! Why are you so stingy? What kind of experience is this? It's useless to say it." Ikkyu thought that Simu was unwilling to say it.

Simu got anxious, sat up and spread his hands, saying: "Aiya! It's not that I don't want to tell you, but it's useless to tell you. Besides, you are a Buddhist, what's the point of sharing your experience with me, a Taoist."

Zhang Haoran also spoke up to help explain: "Master, what my uncle said is right. It won't help you at all even if I tell you. Besides, this is a secret of mine, so it's not that my uncle is stingy and doesn't want to tell you."

Ikkiu finally understood what he said and nodded, "In that case, it is I who was rude. Alas, it is a pity that I will never be able to beat Four Eyes again."

As a kind and righteous person, Ikkyu naturally wouldn't think anything of it. He wouldn't ask any more questions, after all, this was someone else's secret, and if he said more, he would become an enemy.

“Hey~ You stinky monk, you act like you’ve beaten me before.

But since you are so pitiful, I can show you something good."

Simu really enjoyed Ikkyu's frustrated expression. He took something out of his arms and waved it in front of his eyes at such a fast speed, as if he was afraid that it would be snatched away, and showed off.