In those years, the cultivators we cut together

"Benefactor Lin, benefactor Duck.

The little monk, whose name is Wugou, was originally a monk of Wuxin Temple. Two years ago, he went to Jiuhua Mountain to pay homage to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and now he is going back to the original temple. "

In the mud alley, a little Taoist priest, a little monk, and a little duck squatted on the ground and formed a circle, chatting together.

Lin Xiaolu looked curiously at the black lump on the forehead of the little monk Wugou, and asked doubtfully, "Did you get beaten?"

The little monk smiled softly: "Benefactor Lin misunderstood, this is what the little monk kowtowed."

He explained: "The little monk left the teacher's gate and went to Jiuhua Mountain to pay homage to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. He walked three steps with one knee, five steps with one bow, and seven steps with one kowtow. So he walked for more than two years. .”

"Your hobbies are really strange, you actually like to kowtow." Shuai Shuai Ya exclaimed.

Wugou clasped his hands together: "The duck benefactor misunderstood, this is to express the little monk's respect for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, it is faith."

Lin Xiaolu continued to look at him curiously, and asked with a smirk:

"Little bald donkey? I think you are about the same age as me. What is your cultivation level?"

"Go back to Lin benefactor, this little monk is currently at the third level of Qi Condensation."

"Hey, you are too weak." Lin Xiaolu looked disgusted: "You are simply weaker than Chen Nianyun, and you are about the same level as Dongfang eggs and glutinous rice balls. My sister is only ten years old this year, and she can even build a foundation. "

When he mentioned his sister, his words were full of pride.

Seeing that his cultivation was despised, the little monk rubbed his bare head in embarrassment, coughed and said: "The monk is a monk, and his practice is different from that of many monks. Most of his time is spent on studying Buddhism. up."

"Then what have you learned about Buddhism?"

Lin Xiaolu continued to ask curiously. He himself is a Taoist priest, but he has never read Taoist scriptures except for learning characters. Although there is a special Taoist scripture hall in Emei, he has never visited it, but the boss seems to like reading books. , reading a picture book all day long, which is probably very learned Taoist scriptures.

Seeing that Lin Xiaolu was curious about what Buddhism is about, the little monk knew everything about it, and happily preached: "The Dharma of Buddhism is divided into three points and one that comes and goes. Therefore, learning Buddhism is to teach people Remove three dots."

"Which three points?"

In Mud Alley, the little monk raised three fingers to Lin Xiaolu and Shuai Shuai Ya:

"Greed! Anger! Idiot!"

……

……

At noon, Lin Xiaolu warmly invited the young monk to stay in the inn where he was staying, and said that he would cover all food, clothing, housing and transportation with him.

Of course, there is a reason for this. The reason is because Lin Xiaolu didn't know where to look for martial arts, so he told the little monk about his confusion, and the little monk told him that in his Wuxin Temple, there are two volumes left by the predecessors. The scriptures that came down, these two volumes are unpredictable, and have a certain relationship with martial arts.

It is said that it is the young monk's master, an old monk named Wu Chan, who obtained it from a martial arts expert when he was young, but because he and his master are both immortal cultivators, although these two volumes of scriptures are ingenious, they are not the same. How did you research it? It's just for collection.

The names of these two volumes of scriptures are called "Xinyiba" and "Yi Jin Jing" respectively.

Therefore, Lin Xiaolu warmly received the little monk, and said that he is a martial arts practitioner and wanted to visit Wuxin Temple, and the little monk was also very happy, so he agreed. After all, the Wuxin Temple he was in was actually very small. There are only him and his master, and there are no peers to play with on weekdays, so now I have found a playmate, and I think it is pretty good.

"Little monk, you will hang out with me from now on, don't worship Buddha, worship me."

"That's right, that's right, I worship my elder brother every day, and I'm not happy if he doesn't let me worship me, he can't even eat." Shuai Shuai Ya spoke beside him.

Wugou clasped his palms together shyly, recited the Buddha's words, and said lightly: "Young monks follow Master to learn Buddhism, and they don't worship Buddha."

"Don't worship Buddha? Then who do you worship?" Lin Xiaolu was surprised.

"We worship Buddha Dharma." Wugou explained with a smile: "Master taught this little monk that Buddhism does not refer to a certain person or an incarnation, but a concept of great compassion, so what this little monk and Master worship is exactly the same. It is such a great mercy."

"Wow~ I didn't expect that you and your master are quite special. They are not at all different from the bald donkeys I have seen before." Lin Xiaolu said in amazement.

The two entered the inn chatting and laughing together, and after entering the door, they saw Aning sitting in the lobby drinking porridge.

Her face was pale, and her whole body was haggard, as if she was about to collapse when the wind blows.

When Xiao Lu saw her, he happily greeted her:

"A-Ning, let me introduce my new friend to you. This little monk is called Wugou, and he comes from a temple called Wuxin Temple."

"Little monk, this is half of my friend. Her name is Aning. I don't know the exact name. She didn't tell me."

Hearing Xiaolu address him, from a friend to a "half friend", Aning's face turned even paler.

"Hi, benefactor." Wugou politely gave Aning the Buddhist method of visiting.

Aning also nodded in response, and said in a weak voice: "Hello, little master."

Afterwards, she looked at the laughing Lin Xiaolu again, and hesitantly said:

"You... come with me."

"what?"

Lin Xiaolu realized later, seeing that Ah Ning had struggled to get up, picked up the black cloth bag and walked towards the backyard of the inn, so he had no choice but to put down the watermelon, and followed with some doubts.

"Little monk, let's continue chatting for a while, and I will treat you to chicken legs tonight."

In the lobby of the inn, the little monk Wugou and Shuai Shuaiya in clean white monk clothes stood side by side, looking at the backs of the two of them leaving one after the other, they were both a little dazed.

Afterwards, the handsome duck moved its wings a few times, pouted its plump buttocks, and sighed with vicissitudes in its eyes: "A woman's heart~ I can't see through it, because the breasts~ are too thick."

The little monk Wugou also folded his palms together beside it, lowered his head and said: "Amitabha."

Lin Xiaolu followed Ah Ning all the way to the empty backyard, and opened his mouth to ask, "Why are you calling me, Ah Ning?"

In the courtyard, the girl turned her back to him, paused for a while, and then spoke in a trembling voice:

"My surname is Jiang, and my full name is Jiang Ning."

"Jiang... Ning?"

Lin Xiaolu nodded suspiciously: "You called me to tell me your name?"

The girl didn't speak, as if she was struggling with something.

Lin Xiaolu curled his lips, he doesn't like people who are always hesitant to speak and do things, so he curled his lips impatiently:

"I don't have anything to do, I'll go back first, I bought watermelon that doesn't cost money, let's eat together."

"Wait a moment!"

Jiang Ning yelled, turned around, held a long black cloth bag in his hand, and looked at Lin Xiaolu very seriously.

She quietly looked at the boy in front of her for a while, then she opened her mouth slightly:

"Little Lu, have you heard of Datang?"

"I heard, aren't we in Datang now?"

The girl shook her head: "This is the Tang Kingdom, not the Great Tang. The Tang Kingdom is just a subsidiary state of the Immortal Emei, and the Great Tang is a powerful country that can be on an equal footing with the Cultivation of Immortals. Take Emei as an example, the Great Tang is not Completely weaker than Emei, so you can understand?"

Lin Xiaolu was a little surprised: "You mean, what kind of Tang Dynasty, as a mortal country, can be compared with Emei?"

"Hmm..." Jiang Ning pondered for a moment, then nodded with a frown:

"If Emei didn't have Li Mingru sitting in charge, it would indeed be comparable."