The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 150 Fish and Dragon Listening to Sanskrit ([-])

Abbot room.

An old monk was sitting at the table, with a bloodstone "Buddha Lectures" in front of him. Looking further ahead, he saw a young monk with a handsome face and an indifferent temperament.

A monk poured tea for the two of them, and the abbot twirled the beads until there were only two of them in the room before he said, "Since you're back, don't think about the court affairs any more."

"I can't help the matter of the court." Xuan Chen sipped his tea lightly, the white air was dense in front of his brows, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

He stopped talking, but he could also hear that the current situation was not optimistic.

Isn't it right? Now that there are internal and external troubles, the emperor only cares about the internal strife, regardless of the external troubles. Every movement is numb.

The abbot seemed calm, but the hand holding the prayer beads trembled a little.

He is the clearest what kind of child Xuan Chen is. He is talented, seemingly indifferent but dedicated to the people, and has no desire to fight for power and profit.

Xuan Chen looked at the yellow-brown age spots on his hands, couldn't help touching the letter in his sleeve, and suddenly felt that time passed too fast.

"Bodhi Temple can keep you."

"I don't want to implicate the Bodhi Temple."

The young monk's smile was chic and relieved, "The nephews are still young, they need the Bodhi Temple, as long as the temple is still there, I will be satisfied."

"When are we leaving?"

"tomorrow."

"Where are you going?"

Xuan Chen drank all the tea, "Follow the fate."

The abbot rarely frowned, "When will you return?"

"."

The young monk himself is not sure when he will be able to come back. What he can do now is not to implicate the Bodhi Temple and find a secluded place by himself. I couldn't move for a while, and there was no reason to move.

By the time he really wants to move, maybe the upper seat has already been replaced.

Xuan Chen didn't say any more, he seemed to speak very little, and after sitting silently for a while, he bid farewell to the abbot.

The abbot lowered his eyes, and his old and slack face showed a tired look, "You have worked hard for the past ten years."

Xuan Chen stepped over the threshold, looked at the ginkgo tree in the yard, and said calmly, "It's not hard."

Being a teacher of the state, you are faced with powerful people, how can it be considered hard work.

"If it weren't for the delay of the past ten years, Xuan Chen might have already soared."

"I still have many ten years left, Master Lao is concerned."

The young monk bowed towards the door, and the black monk's robe finally disappeared in front of the door.

The abbot bowed his head and recited a Buddha's name.

The only sound left in the room was the rustling of ginkgo leaves.

The black-clothed monk walked towards his former monk's room. Unlike ordinary disciples, he had his own independent courtyard.

With apricot-yellow walls and blue-black roofs, there is a pond in front of the door. It is on the side of the majestic pagoda, and it is next to a lush green Buddhist forest. In the forest, there is an abandoned bronze bell, more than nine feet high. Often heard.

The Zen Forest is connected to the Reclining Buddha Hall, and in front of the Reclining Buddha Hall is the Free Life Pool.

And if you want to go from the abbot's room to your own courtyard, you must pass through these places.

As soon as Xuan Chen came out of the abbot's room, he met a young monk who was only as long as his legs, with a round head and a round brain, and he looked cute and cute.

The little monk had a pair of short legs, and a red mole was dotted on his white and tender forehead.Although he looks young and has short legs, he runs very fast. As soon as he left the Zen forest, he clinged to him and followed him without any notice, touching him with his small hands from time to time. his robes.

The little monk was young, Xuan Chen didn't care, and there was a smile on his face.

"Uncle, I am Yuanshi."

"Well, Yuanshi."

The little monk pulled the black-clothed monk, and felt that the cedar fragrance on the uncle's body was very weak but very pleasant.

At this time, the two happened to pass by the release pool, and the fresh water vapor rushed towards their faces.

Bamboos are planted all over the Fangsheng Pond, surrounded by green peacocks eating soup like green peacocks, and partridges can be heard in the quiet air, which sounds very leisurely.

The bright sunlight shone on the pond, coating the water with a layer of golden light, which was crystal clear, and the few carps in the water seemed to be swimming in the air.

Xuan An inexplicably stopped, looked at the pool blankly, and murmured: "More than when I left."

The little monk didn't notice the abnormality of the uncle. Seeing that the uncle took the initiative to provoke the topic, he couldn't help being very happy, "The fish in the release pond change every year, but this year, many more people have been released."

He pointed to one of them, "However, apart from the ones released by the pilgrims, there are also some we picked up, such as this silver fish."

I said I picked it up, but in fact, when I passed by the fish market, I saw that it was only strange, maybe it had spirituality, so I bought it and put it in the pond.

The first thing Xuan Chen saw was this fish, the whole body of this whitebait was snow white, it looked like it was carved from a piece of silver, and it swam fast in the water, not at all slow like other fishes.

And this fish already has a demonic aura on it.

The little monk was talking triumphantly, but he might as well have seen the black-clothed monk covering his forehead with one hand, and even closed his black eyes.

"Master?!"

Uncle, do you have a headache?

Master Uncle is the treasure of Bodhi Temple, absolutely nothing can go wrong.

The little monk's tone was a little flustered, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

He looked nervously at the young monk, and was about to look for someone in a panic, but was held back by a hand.

Yuan Shi looked back and saw that it was the uncle holding him. Although the uncle's complexion paled a lot, at least he didn't show any signs of pain.

"It's getting late, Yuanshi should go back to practice first."

The little monk stared blankly at him, and before he could get out of his worries, his bald head was touched, "Master, don't you need to see the doctor?"

"no need."

Yuanshi heard that Master Xuan'an wanted to leave, so he didn't say anything anymore. He quietly watched Master Uncle enter the yard, then turned and left.

"At that moment just now, the uncle seemed to be a different person."

The courtyard is independent from other monks' rooms, occupying a large space. As soon as Xuan An entered the courtyard, he could feel a familiar atmosphere.

In the corner on the left is a water tank with small white lotuses growing in the water, and on the right is a small table surrounded by three stone benches.

Xuan Chen sat directly on the stone bench, put his elbows on the table, pinched a few fallen ginkgo leaves, and vomited blood unexpectedly.

Xuan Chen: "."

Wiping off the blood from the corner of his mouth, Xuan Chen, that is, Mo Rang frowned, was forced to recognize the fact that he had become a monk for more than 20 years, and what just stimulated his awakening memory was the whitebait in the release pond—— It's like the task can only be triggered when the plot point is reached.

　奈斯

　　
　
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