Do not sleep

A person who has left the world becomes an eminent monk.

To be honest, after coming to the world of this ancient era, although Wu Hutui has seen capable monks in the temple, he has also spent some time with Changzang Living Buddha in the White Pagoda.

However, compared to Changzang Living Buddha, who seems like an old naughty boy who always likes to tease him with chicken legs, even though he is an eminent monk, this young monk who appeared in front of Wuhutui seems to make people feel that he is someone from outside .

The young monk's appearance is timeless and extraordinary, even if all the three thousand troubles have faded away, the deceptive appearance of his appearance will not be diminished in the slightest.

But the young monk's demeanor is so cold that even if his face looks a little sentimental, looking around him makes people feel that he is an eminent monk who dare not blaspheme.

Not to mention ordinary people, even Wu Hutui, a brat who was used to the beauty and vision of the proud son of heaven in other worlds, felt refreshed and happy when he saw this young monk who suddenly appeared in front of him.

I have to say that sometimes the appearance and temperament are really superior to others by nature, which cannot be refuted.

Then the young monk held the Buddhist beads in his hand and spoke. The words he spoke were clear and clear, like a turbulent stream flowing straight into the depths of a person's heart, which was impressive and joyful.

The young monk said, "Are you a new young monk in the temple?"

The fact that love has not yet opened does not affect the five tigers retreating and being dazzled by the beauty, the children's emotions are the most clear and real, and people can't help but smile knowingly.

So the five tigers who were dazed by the beauty and couldn't think of anything retreated, and answered very honestly.

"Yes, yes, I just entered the temple this year."

"Why haven't you been shaved?" The young monk asked kindly.

"My lord... we people in the country of returning to the ruins can't cut their hair casually." Although his demeanor is confusing, but fortunately Wuhu Tui is well-informed and came back at the critical moment.

"My mother went to ask Master Changzang for this reason, and Master allowed me to lead me to practice." Wu Hu returned a sentence very smoothly.

They all told lies a hundred times and they would come true. They used the guise of the Kingdom of Returning Ruins in temples every day to swagger through the market. Wuhu Tui now felt that he was really from the Kingdom of Returning Ruins.

"The country of returning to the ruins in the east of the Bohai Sea?" The young monk turned the beads in his hand and said in a cold tone.

"There are mermaids in the country of returning to the ruins, but you are not."

"..." The five tigers retreated.

Why does this sound so familiar?

By the way, Chang Zang Living Buddha had exposed Wu Hutui's words that he had the mermaid blood before, and the words he said were quite similar to the tone of this young monk.

To say "you are not" lightly, inexplicably makes people feel guilty.

But who is the five tigers, the young five tigers may still feel a little guilty.

But at this time, he has been tempered by three demon teachers in Azeroth. Wuxiong Tui's face is not as good as Sawada Imaiken and the others, and how can he not be as good as the people of the ancient temples!

Moreover, the fact that he has no mermaid blood has already been punctured once by Master Changzang in the White Tower, and this time it was revealed again.

"In addition to the mermaids, there are other people in the country of returning to the ruins." Wuhu said, blinking his eyes.

"And I grew up in the country of returning to the ruins, and I never felt that I was any different from the sharks."

"...Indeed, there is no difference." The young monk held the prayer beads and said 'Oh Amitabha', before asking another question.

"I had already left the mountain when the temple recruited outer disciples this year. I don't know how many people the temple has accepted."

"There are more than 300 outer disciples." I didn't think much about the retreat of the five tigers, it was all said by my little friend Mo Yukun and the others.

"Why do you ask this?" Wu Hu stepped back and looked at the young monk up and down, and asked a little puzzled.

"Come out of the mountain? If you can come out of the mountain, are you asking your senior uncle?"

In addition to the outer disciples in the temple, there are young monks of the empty generation, uncles of the Wen generation, and elders of the non-character generation.

Looking at the appearance of the young monk in front of him, he should be very young, either from the empty generation or from the inquiring generation.

——It’s not that the Five Tigers retreated to spread rumors, the elders of the uncharacterized generation are indeed mostly old monks.

But the young monk in front of him seemed to be quite strong and aura, and the Kongzi generation seemed to be a little younger, so it was probably the uncle of the Wenzi generation.

——And the reasoning is well-founded, and the Five Tigers almost believe it.

however.

"Poor monk, no thoughts."

After leaving such a sentence, the young monk touched Wu Hutui's little head with a gentle expression, then pushed open the gate of the temple and walked in.

"..." The five tigers who stayed in place retreated.

No thoughts?

...Master Wumin? !

****

In the middle of the night, the grove of the temple is very quiet.

When the five tigers retreated into the grove leading to the barrier of the White Pagoda, they walked a few steps. For some reason, they suddenly felt that the grove in their temple was a bit too quiet today.

Although it is true that after winter, the groves of the temple are not as noisy as the chirping of insects and birds in summer, how can there be absolute silence in the woods in nature, even in the middle of the night.

However, such a subtle feeling also passed by in a flash. Wu Hutui was anxious to go to the White Tower to eat roast chicken legs, so he didn't care much about these things.

Above the White Tower, next to the oven.

"Master, you, a monk, actually put an oven for roasting meat in the tower where you live. It's really weird no matter how you think about it." Wuhu said with a twist of his mouth and spat out a chicken bone.

"And isn't it forbidden to kill in temples? Where do you get so many chickens?"

After eating roasted chicken drumsticks at the White Tower for nearly a year, Wu Hutui remembered to ask this question.

Yes, speaking of it, killing is not allowed in their temples, and there are no chickens. Master Changzang roasted chickens on the white pagoda almost every day. Where did these chickens come from?

"There are no chickens on the mountain, but there are towns below the mountain." Living Buddha Changzang said cheerfully while roasting the chicken.

"You are the only one who can't go down the mountain."

"...How do you know I can't go down the mountain?" Wu Hu retreated with small eyes.

"If you can go down the mountain, you can still come to the poor monk to eat roast chicken legs day and night. I'm afraid you have already gone." Changzang Living Buddha's eyes were sharp.

"..." The five tigers retreated.

That's true.

If the five tigers could go down the mountain and stay in the corner of the deep mountains and old forests, they would have traveled all over the world long ago.

The glow from the coal-warmed ovens was modest, but enough to serve as a light for the tower.

After taking a few bites of the grilled chicken leg, Wu Hutui looked around and said something again.

"Master, why is the tower you live in so dilapidated." Wu Hu said, tilting his head back.

"Didn't it mean that the elders of the non-literate generation would come to clean it every day? Could it be that they were lazy?"

Rumor has it that the White Tower is cleaned daily, and the steps and railings are covered with dust.

Even in the tower building where Changzang Living Buddha retreated, there was nothing left except for a few dusty futons and a barbecue stove.

The nameless temple doesn't want to be a place without money. Why is there such a dilapidated scene inside the White Pagoda, the symbol of the temple?

It's really strange to look at.

"Bodhi does not have a tree, and a bright mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where does the dust come from?" Changzang Living Buddha clasped his hands together and said, "Oh Amitabha".

"...I don't understand." Wu Hu Tui was a little confused.

"If you understood, you wouldn't be here now." Living Buddha Changzang said something vague.

In the past few months of getting along, Wu Hutui has always felt that Master Changzang seems to be deliberately guiding him to discover something.

But when the five tigers retreated to think about it, it felt as if it was their own illusion.

The life in the nameless temple is simple and boring, although it is tasteless, it is very dull.

In such a place suitable for cultivating one's mind and character, even if something were to happen, nothing major would seem to happen.

Think about it, it really is my own illusion.

The words that Changzang Living Buddha seemed to be referring to were casual, and then he said: "It's not easy to clean the inside of the White Pagoda, maybe it's because they were a little negligent."

Wu Jiu refers to the abbot of their temple, Master Wu Jiu.

The temple's daily morning, afternoon and evening classes are held in the Great Compassion Hall, so three times a day, Wuhu Tui can meet the elders of their temple without words.

Now, as soon as Master Chang Zang mentioned Master Wu Jiu, Wu Hu Tui immediately remembered it.

"By the way, speaking of it, I met Master Wu Nian at the gate of the temple this morning." Wu Hu Tui suddenly remembered this matter.

Then Wu Hutui said with a little emotion: "Master Wu Nian is really like an eminent monk who has attained the Tao."

As the saying goes, people make clothes.

To put it simply, clothing is the appearance. Looking at the fresh and dusty Master Wu Nian outside, and looking at Changzang Living Buddha who is now roasting chicken... Well, some things are really hard to say, as long as everyone understands them.

"Wu Nian." Living Buddha Chang Zang chewed the title carefully, and said with a look of melancholy.

"By the way, it's about this time."

"When? When the assessment starts?" Five Tigers retreated and gnawed on the grilled chicken leg in a half-understandable manner.

"No one has passed the temple's assessment for a hundred years. It doesn't matter whether the assessment is held or not." Five Tigers retorted.

"The assessment of the temple is indeed difficult." Changzang Living Buddha stroked his beard and said.

"However, if you are a little doll, you can pass if you can't say it."

"I'm not a baby!" Wu Hu Tui protested the title, and then said.

"Also, I don't like exams!"

The monthly general assessment of the temple is enough for the five tigers to withdraw, how could he go to sign up for another assessment by himself.

It's not stupid for the five tigers to retreat!

"If you can become the direct disciple of the elders of the temple, you don't need to participate in the monthly outer sect assessment." Changzang Living Buddha smiled kindly with confidence.

"..." The five tigers retreated.

It was a bit quick to refuse just now, why don't he think about it before agreeing?

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