Shaolin monk

Ling Duoduo came out of the Plum Blossom Resort, greeted Ling Xiaoxiao full of melancholy, got up and went back to Shaolin Temple.

Calculating the time, he left Shaolin Temple to go to Hangzhou this time. Although the distance was not too far, but because of Fang Shiyu's incident in the middle, there was a lot of delay. Although Ling Duoduo has been living all over the country for more than four years Running around, it is rare to leave Shaolin for such a long time.

In the past, when returning to Shaolin Temple, Ling Duoduo would feel rare relaxation and peace, but this time, after walking around Shaolin Temple, he was even more worried.

The towering Sutra Pavilion is the tallest building in the entire Shaolin Temple, and the person in charge inside is the oldest monk in the temple. Ling Duoduo stood outside, clasped his hands, and solemnly chanted the Buddha's name across the door to Zhihui, who might not be there. , after saying three times, someone walked over lightly and stood still not far behind him.

As if Ling Duoduo didn't realize it, he lowered his head and recited the "Four Elements of Entrance to Taoism" that he first learned from Zhihui. After nine times, he stopped, turned his head and looked behind him.

Zhishan, the abbot of Shaolin, stood behind and was looking at him. Ling Duoduo blinked and said in a hoarse voice, "Uncle Abbot, this disciple wants to challenge the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation."

Zhi Shan didn't judge right or wrong about his idea, but stood in a completely neutral and objective perspective, and said: "With your current martial arts, if you want to beat the Eighteenth Bronze Man Formation, it can be said that it is as easy as that." Walk on the ground."

For such a long time, Zhishan has carefully observed the growth process of this little Shaolin monk's martial arts training, and he feels very relieved.

The most taboo for young talents is arrogance and lack of progress. Not every talented young man can practice assiduously for ten years like Ling Duoduo.

A year ago, he was able to see through the depth of his martial arts, but now, when Zhishan looked at it intently, he clearly realized that he had missed his mark. He was not annoyed or humiliated by being surpassed by his juniors. What he felt in his heart was only gratified.

Ling Duoduo was a little surprised after hearing this, and couldn't help but take a closer look at him. Zhishan had never said such a thing to him before.

According to Zhishan's personality, what he really values ​​is the true heart and nature of his disciples, and he doesn't like to judge people's level simply by their martial arts accomplishment. I have never heard Zhishan say such admiring words to him.

Seeing that he was so surprised that he forgot to speak, Zhishan smiled slightly and said: "I see what my disciples do, and I don't say it, but I know it in my heart."

After he finished speaking, seeing that Ling Duoduo hadn't recovered, he took Ling Duoduo's hand, held it up in front of the two of them, pointed to the thick calluses and scars on it and said: "Ordinary people have practiced martial arts for 30 years, and there is nothing like this." Thick cocoon."

Ling Duoduo withdrew his hand, a little uncomfortable: "In fact, this disciple has been hiding something from his master and master. He feels guilty day and night, but because there is something hidden in it, he can't tell the abbot and his master..."

He knows exactly when to say what to say. Ling Duoduo is full of caution in his nature. For four consecutive lives, he has been carefully trying to figure out the expression of his elders, talking and living, grasping a little bit of abnormality to analyze the door Doorways have become an instinct for him.

As the abbot of Shaolin, Zhishan has a very high vision of martial arts. It is difficult to hide any martial arts methods in the world from his eyes, and Ling Duoduo knows very well that the calluses on his hands are not just practicing Shaolin stick, palm and fingering. can be ground out.

Each weapon will leave unique marks on the practitioner's body. In all fairness, his skill in swordsmanship far surpasses that of stick, palm and finger, and the calluses that are ground from the sword-holding part of his hand are thicker.

What's more, the daily knowledge of martial arts can't be hidden from the eyes of experts. Zhishan has been steeped in Shaolin martial arts all his life. It can be said that no one knows better than him what benefits Shaolin martial arts will bring to his disciples.

This is the difference between everyone and the master. It is not that those with high martial arts skills must have a broader vision. Ling Duoduo can see that his abnormality has indeed concealed the intelligence of the most powerful martial arts in Shaolin Temple, but at the latest a year ago Zhishan should have noticed the martial arts tournament.

In fact, he has been patiently waiting for Zhishan to ask him about this matter, but every time Zhishan sees him, he kindly asks him about the advancement of Buddhism, but he doesn't say a word about the strangeness of his martial arts. carry.

Ling Duoduo had something in his heart and always felt quite awkward, but now seeing that the atmosphere between the two of them was just right, he took the opportunity to speak out, fooling Zhishan a bit, and forgetting about a wish.

No matter which dynasty or generation of martial arts is in the rivers and lakes, it is a big taboo for one's own disciples to steal martial arts from other schools. At the least, they will face the wall and think about their mistakes, and at worst, they will abolish martial arts or even be expelled from the school.

After hearing this, Zhi Shan didn't think he was disobedient, but instead smiled slightly. Seeing Ling Duoduo's tense appearance, he seemed particularly uneasy, so he turned his head to comfort him and said, "Everyone has his own fate, and I am not sticking to martial arts methods. people I've seen."

Ling Duoduo hastily whispered: "Master, this disciple was instructed and taught by an old Jianghu old man, he didn't steal martial arts from other sects. This old man has a lot of connections with me in Shaolin..."

He paused deliberately when he said this, frowned, and looked distressed as he hesitated and didn't know how to continue.

At first, Zhishan didn't believe that the disciple he was optimistic about would go so low as to steal others' martial arts, not to mention that he saw that the martial arts used by Ling Duoduo were quite different from any existing martial arts in the Jianghu. Guessing, seeing this, he nodded and said: "Since he is a hidden old man in the world, he must be tired of the disputes in the world. Did you tell you not to reveal his whereabouts?"

Today's era background is no longer a fertile ground for the vigorous development of martial arts. The first-class masters who truly possess peerless martial arts have all retreated and disappeared. Zen master Xingyin disappeared shortly after Baimei and others defected from the sect more than 20 years ago.

Ling Duoduo took a breath of relief, nodded repeatedly, and said, "That's exactly it—this disciple has always felt uneasy because he lied to the master and all the seniors. The senior told the disciple that if he is asked by the elders of the master's sect, From now on, you can tell about the fact that he and Zen Master Xingyin used to be good friends - no more..."

He only said that he had a relationship with Shaolin but didn't specify what kind of relationship it was. Moreover, he didn't know the name and location of this expert. It must be that this expert doesn't like to be disturbed.

Zhishan nodded, and said: "You are willing to keep your promise, not reveal where that expert is, and you can take the initiative to admit your mistakes to the old monk. The matter has been handled quite well."

The former shows that Ling Duoduo keeps his promise, and the latter shows that he is honest and upright, and Zhishan can't help but add another three points to his admiration, and changes the subject in a timely manner: "I saw that you looked worried when you came back from the mountain this time. , and specifically stated that he wanted to get through the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation, but encountered something at the foot of the mountain?"

He had already guessed what was the reason, and heard Ling Duoduo reply in a muffled voice: "Master Wumei has already told my disciples about the conflict between Shaolin and Wudang. After nearly ten years, I will know who killed my parents." ..."

At the end of his speech, his voice was trembling, and the corners of his eyes were red with tears.

Zhishan didn't dissuade him, and waited quietly for him to cry bitterly for a while, before he said in a deep voice: "This matter has already punished the assailant, and I never expected that Wudang would come again after so many years!"

He is usually kind and kind, but when he speaks in a low voice, he has a certain majesty. Ling Duoduo looked up at him quickly, sobbed, and said: "When the disciple came earlier, Mrs. Wumei was still analyzing it with the disciple. This time Wudang came prepared, Shaolin didn't know how to parry..."

"For thousands of years since Shaolin built the temple, although it has been its mission to save all living beings, it has not committed suicide recklessly, but it is not a person who is afraid of trouble." Zhishan sighed, "The martial arts of this old monk is inferior to that of senior brother Baimei. With your current martial arts If you want to defeat Senior Brother Baimei, it may not be easy."

He didn't persuade Ling Duoduo to let go of his hatred. If it was an ordinary conflict between neighbors and villages, he should be persuaded, but the hatred of killing relatives is hard to say. It was not him who died of relatives who were in pain. Zhishan always felt that he had nothing to do It's time to admonish people casually, "When is it time to repay the wronged people" without qualification and standpoint.

Ling Duoduo was also slightly surprised by this point, and couldn't help admiring in his heart that Zhishan is indeed a contemporary master, and he also did not forget to be grateful: "Thank you, Fang Zhang, for fulfilling it."

Zhishan just euphemistically expressed that he has little chance of winning against Baimei now, and advised him not to seek revenge for the time being, which is the same as persuading him that "enemies should be solved rather than knotted, and to let others go is to let yourself go" instead of seeking revenge. a completely different concept.

Although he can understand and be considerate, it is not advisable for monks to talk about grievances. Zhishan said a few more words, warning him that instead of going to Wudang now, he should practice martial arts more diligently, and then seek other things in five years.

Ling Duoduo agreed, and then respectfully sent him away, looking at Zhishan's back, he couldn't help shaking his head.He is really grateful for Zhishan's behavior just now. Today's Shaolin Temple has been brought to the forefront by Wudang. For Zhishan, who is the abbot of Shaolin, there are many things worth worrying about. It is indeed quite rare to have time to comfort a young disciple under his sect.

After sending Zhi Shan away, Ling Duoduo walked around Shaolin Zai for a closer look, then returned to the Discipline Hall and told Zhi Zhi the words he used to prevaricate Zhi Shan.

In terms of strength alone, Zhishan's cultivation is higher than Zhishan's, but his martial arts vision is indeed inferior to Zhishan's by more than a notch. Just as Ling Duoduo guessed, Zhizhi really did not see his little disciple's martial arts path The number varies.

Hearing him for the first time, Zhizhi was really surprised, but after he came back to his senses, he turned his head to appease the little disciple who seemed uneasy: "It's okay, it's your blessing to be able to get the advice of the seniors in the world." point."

These days, the so-called Jianghu old man is harder to find than a three-legged toad, and he was able to let his disciple meet one. There was a little envy in his words, and he was really happy for Ling Duoduo.

At the same time, Zhizhi was proud and honored for his vision of seeing people at that time. Although there were only three soldiers in the Discipline Academy, he couldn't help but win in terms of quality. His most proud disciple was accepted by the old man. An extremely authoritative affirmation of talent.

After Zhizhi finished speaking, he felt that he was a little too happy, and quickly coughed pretendingly, made his usual serious expression, and took the opportunity to admonish him: "You should practice more diligently in the future, don't waste this opportunity .”

Ling Duoduo couldn't help but secretly smiled, fearing that Zhizhi's eyes would see it viciously, he hurriedly made a nodding appearance to cover it up.

Fortunately, Zhizhi had other thoughts in his mind, but he didn't pay attention to his reaction. He put his face on and said: "You must have heard that these days are not peaceful."

Hearing this, Ling Duoduo's expression darkened again, and he replied, "You mean there are disciples from the Wudang sect coming to make trouble at the foot of the mountain?"

Thinking of the tragic death of the Ling couple, Zhizhi sighed for a while and then said: "Heaven will send you a great responsibility. You are still young, but you have also gone through ups and downs. In the future, you will use this as your cornerstone, and you will be extraordinary."

He is not as light-hearted as Zhishan, he is awkward and stumbles when he speaks comforting words, but he is also very sincere, even after hesitating for a while, he raised his hand and stroked the back of Ling Duoduo's head lightly, rightly It is encouraged.

In fact, half of Ling Duoduo's grief was faked. Although he was grateful for the birth of the Ling couple, it would be a bit too pretentious to say that he was so moved that he would cry when he mentioned it.

But he was taken aback by Chih-chih's sudden warm gesture, subconsciously jumped up and took a step back, his mouth opened slightly, obviously the difference was extreme.

It was the first time Zhizhi comforted someone awkwardly in his life, and he really didn't expect him to have such a big reaction. His outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and Ling Duoduo and Ling Duoduo stared dumbfounded.

Ling Duoduo didn't know how to smooth things over for a while. Seeing Zhi Zhi's whole body seemed to be on the verge of collapse, he could only apologize and said with a smile: "I understand, thank you for the master's advice."

Zhizhi nodded in a daze, feeling extremely embarrassed, and didn't have time to think about other things, so he hurriedly left.

Facing the bedding placed in his room, Ling Duoduo helplessly twitched the corners of his lips. He had an extremely ominous premonition, reckoning that with his smart temper, he would try to avoid appearing in front of him for at least half a month.

Who is to blame? Can you blame me?Ling Duoduo shuddered, brother, since he has decided to take the cold and high route, he must be more professional, and the sincerity of a man who becomes warmer in a second is really acceptable and incompetent.

Ling Duoduo covered his chest with one hand and his mouth with the other. It took him a long time to calm down his frightened little heart. He fetched water and took a quick shower, then slowly climbed into bed and fell asleep.

——————————————————————————————————————

It was rare to return to Shaolin, Ling Duoduo originally wanted to sleep comfortably for a long time, but the biological clock is a fixed thing that does not depend on human will.

Ling Duoduo, who woke up faintly at dawn and was no longer sleepy, hugged the quilt and sighed for a long time, and finally resigned himself to his fate and got out of bed.

After he put on his monk's robes, he first went to the Sutra Pavilion to talk to Zhihui about Buddhist scriptures and spent quite a while, and then saw that it was finally bright outside, so he said goodbye to Zhihui.

Ling Duoduo's final destination was the Plum Blossom Resort. It stands to reason that Fang Shiyu and his party should have arrived at Master Wumei today, so he was going to check the situation.

When he arrived at the Plum Blossom Resort, he found that Fang Shiyu and the others had just arrived at the Plum Blossom Resort. Miao Cuihua was walking in the front and was looking around. When he saw him, his eyes lit up immediately, and he walked up to him with a smile: "Little master!" , What a coincidence, meeting you again?"

Ling Duoduo was a little at a loss for her reaction as if she had seen a savior, so she turned her head and looked to the side. Fang Shiyu was walking listlessly at the end of the line, and only when she saw him did she bounce up to meet him.

"What's the matter?" Ling Duoduo asked in a low voice.

Fang Shiyu turned his head to look at Miao Cuihua, who was smiling apologetically, and said helplessly, "Sister Hua took us around the mountains several times, and finally reached this place, and only after seeing you did I feel that I finally found a place. "

No wonder the eyes of the group of people who saw him were the same. Ling Duoduo lowered his head and smiled slightly, helping Miao Cuihua relieve the embarrassment: "Nine Lotus Mountain is indeed full of twists and turns, and it is easy for people who go up the mountain for the first time to get lost."

Miao Cuihua gave a dry laugh, and mouthed "So don't blame me" to Hong Xiguan and Hu Huigan who were sighing together, and because she felt wronged, she quickly changed the subject and yelled at the peach tree at the entrance of the Plum Blossom Resort. Said: "Uncle Wumei, the little girl Miao Cuihua is Miao Xian's daughter, please see me, uncle!"

Wumei only got news from Ling Duoduo yesterday, knowing that this group of people would come over early this morning, she opened the Zen room to look, and said, "Come in."

Fang Shiyu followed Ling Duoduo into the plum garden. Seeing that the silver needles and packets of herbs had been prepared in the house, Fang Shiyu glanced a little uneasily before entering the room.

Wumei motioned him to sit cross-legged on the couch, pressed his right hand to check his pulse, opened his eyes after a while, and said in a deep voice: "Your injury is not serious, if you hadn't trained for a copper-skinned iron body, you would have died long ago. "

Fang Shiyu touched his Tanzhong acupoint with the other hand, and nodded with lingering fear: "Master doesn't know how hard Li Xiaohuan kicked at that time."

Mrs. Wumei agreed with this statement: "The place where you were most injured was indeed the few kicks kicked by Li Xiaohuan, which almost destroyed your meridians."

After she finished speaking, she saw that the faces of several people were not very good-looking, and they seemed to be extremely worried. She eased her tone and said in relief: "Fortunately, Sanli treated them in time with the prescription I gave, and repaired the damaged meridians."

Fang Shiyu turned his head to look in Ling Duoduo's direction, and gave a thumbs up quietly with a smile.

Such a small action did not escape Wu Mei's eyes, she inevitably felt that this action was not dignified, she frowned, but did not reprimand, instead said: "San Li, Xiao Xiao was sent down the mountain by me early in the morning I went to ask the villagers of Putian Village about the bandits, and I will trouble you to prepare herbs for the time being."

The medicinal herbs are all ready-made, all he needs to do is to pour hot water into the bucket regularly, which is not troublesome.Ling Duoduo didn't feel disgusted by this, he nodded slightly, and asked, "Do you still treat it according to the technique used by the disciple before?"

"After all, the efficacy of medicinal herbs is limited, and that's all they can do. If you want to cure his injury, you still have to use Shaolin's "Washing Marrow Sutra." Wumei paused for a while, and said, "I have no right to teach you the " Fortunately, three days later is Shaolin's annual apprenticeship day, if Shiyu has this opportunity to become a Shaolin disciple, then it is possible to learn the "Washing Sutra."

After she finished speaking, she got up and left, and Master Wumei returned to the meditation room to continue meditating.

Fang Shiyu bowed to her back to thank her, then raised his head and looked at Ling Duoduo with a slightly malicious smile: "Little master, the teacher said that everything should be done as we did when we were in Hangzhou."

"That's because the teacher didn't know that I didn't give you extra meals when I was in Hangzhou." Ling Duoduo was not such a person who was easily entangled. "When you come to the Plum Blossom Resort, you can't act carelessly like this anymore."

Fang Shiyu moved his shoulders uncomfortably, trying to struggle for death and said, "I think the little master must be a kind and peaceful person who can discuss things well."

Ling Duoduo raised his head and smiled at him: "The little monk is very frightened, I'm afraid I will disappoint the benefactor."

——After saying this, he found that compared to Fang Shiyu's heartless smile on weekdays, he still prefers to see this person's twitching and melancholy expression like now.

——————————————————————————————————————

Ling Duoduo poured another bucket of hot water into the bathtub with a blank expression, and immediately heard Fang Shiyu's wailing: "The skin is wrinkled, the skin is wrinkled, the skin of the whole body is soaked to the point of rotten—— Master, can't you let me go out and have a rest?"

He originally thought that it would be fine to follow the level of brewing medicinal wine in Hangzhou in the past, but he didn't expect Ling Duoduo to be much stricter this time, and he was not allowed to come out of the tub to let the wind go.

Ling Duoduo sat down on the small steps next to the bathtub, shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said, "If you come out now, most of the curative effect obtained after soaking for so long will be wasted."

Fang Shiyu muttered in a low voice, "Isn't it even time for a bowl of rice?" Seeing that the hot water killer was not moved at all, he sighed and said, "Then can you please wait for the water to cool down before pouring it down?" ?”

"Don't yell, if the teacher hears, you may not have lunch today." Ling Duoduo patted him on the shoulder, felt that the skin under his hands was indeed wrinkled, and couldn't help but sympathize. "Indeed, if you continue soaking it, you can eat chicken for nothing."

"If what you're talking about is still the same Vegetarian Food as yesterday, then I might as well be hungry." Fang Shiyu held the tub and didn't let go, stretching out his arms to grab his clothes, "Little master, you are a Good man, you must not ignore death—"

Ling Duoduo twitched the corner of his mouth after receiving the fourth good person card.

Fang Shiyu thought that he was repented by his own words, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't you really have the heart to see me either scalded to death by hot water or starved to death?"

"If the water is not hot, the heat, poison and blood stasis in your body cannot be forced out; if you don't eat vegetarian, how can the toxin in your body be relieved." Ling Duoduo gave him a white look, "There are only three days left, and after three days, as long as If you strive to become a Shaolin disciple, then you don’t have to stay in Plum Blossom Resort to suffer.”

"Wow!" Fang Shiyu finally cheered up a little bit, "You are right, you are right, you will be able to leave this ghostly place in three days!"

Ling Duoduo stared ahead, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and slowly made up his knife: "It's a pity that meat is also not allowed in Shaolin Temple. Compared with your current life, it seems that there is not much difference."

Fang Shiyu looked at him for a long time, not only stopped crying and howling, but laughed all of a sudden: "Little master, you were not like this when we first met?"

He clasped his hands together, imitating Ling Duoduo's usual appearance, and chanted like a magic stick: "Be careful, be careful, Amitabha—"

The juvenile version of a Taoist monk suddenly turned into a mischievous villain. At first, Fang Shiyu thought that Ling Duoduo was not mature enough to be a boy two years younger than himself, but after spending more and more time with him, he found that he also had many Lovely and thoughtful.

Ling Duoduo glanced at him, and said in a low voice: "You finished soaking the herbs today, please remember to remind Senior Sister Miao that Plum Blossom Resort observes a fast, if you dare to eat meat in private, I'm afraid you will be kicked out by the teacher mercilessly .”

Not only was Fang Shiyu not disappointed when he heard it, but his eyes lit up, and he asked half surprised and half curious: "We just came here and didn't do anything, how do you know that we want to secretly eat meat?"

Just now, when Ling Duoduo was called by Mrs. Wumei to give orders, Miao Cuihua was afraid that her son would be tortured so that he would have nothing to love, so she sneaked over and told him the recipe that the two of them secretly ordered at noon.

"When you followed me along the way, you secretly shot the sparrows in the sky with stones and roasted them. The little monk has already seen it from your skillful movements." Ling Duoduo laughed slightly when he said this, shaking his head and said, " The little monk is easy to talk, but the teacher is not easy to fool."

After he finished speaking, he saw Fang Shiyu looking left and right, his eyes gleaming, and he understood that this person hadn't listened to his advice at all, and it didn't matter if he thought about it carefully: "Anyway, you ate a meat meal, and the extra three days of soaking in medicinal wine The crime is not for the little monk to suffer in the next life, so you can eat as much as you want."

Fang Shiyu moved his lips, and asked tentatively: "Is it your sister who will help me make medicinal wine from tomorrow?" The little girl I met by chance in the temple was dressed like a female ghost, but she seemed to be very talkative .

Ling Duoduo looked at him with a good-tempered smile, but poured down another bucket of hot water in his hand, and said softly amidst Fang Shiyu's screams: "Since you only need to soak the medicinal wine for another three days, Of course I'm here to do it."

"...Little master, Fang Shiyu swears that I never secretly laughed at your common name, and I never told Sister Hua and them that the Buddhist family said 'saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda', you have the heart to watch me being tortured to death by you Is it?" Fang Shiyu twitched the corner of his lips, hugged his arm and did not let go.

"My sister is gentle and docile by nature, don't you just have the heart to see her as a girl come to serve you?" Ling Duoduo pointed to his bare shoulders, "Are you embarrassed?"

This is the truth. Although the children of the world don't pay attention to so much, it's normal for the elder brother to be unhappy. After hearing his explanation, Fang Shiyu stopped whining, nodded and said: "Okay, that's only three days, three days. Is this torture the end of the day?"

"If you can be admitted as a Shaolin lay disciple, then naturally you don't need to make medicinal wine anymore." Speaking of this topic, Ling Duoduo raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Don't take it too lightly, every time the person who participates in the assessment is the last Even one out of ten can’t be left behind, and you still have injuries on your body, so the situation is not optimistic.”

If you don’t enter Shaolin, you have to stay in the Plum Blossom Resort, and if you stay in the Plum Blossom Resort, you have to soak medicinal wine every day and the taste of birds will fade out of your mouth. You have experience in things, from an objective point of view, is there a high chance of us being admitted?"

"Although you were injured, your martial arts foundation is still there. After taking the medicine bath for the past few days, your tendons and veins have almost healed. If there is no unexpected situation, you are relatively sure of passing the exam." Ling Duoduo finished speaking Then he lowered his head and picked up the bucket to pour another bucket.

He said before that the situation was not optimistic, but later he said that he was more confident. Fang Shiyu is not a stupid person, so of course he would not take this as his slip of the tongue. He paused thoughtfully and asked tentatively: "Little master , are you saying that Xiguan and Huiqian may not work?"

"Hong Xiguan's martial arts methods are a bit rigid and he doesn't know how to adapt, but his martial arts talent is also outstanding." Ling Duoduo touched his chin with a distressed and hesitant expression, "As for Hu Huiqian...his foundation The power is not solid, I'm afraid..."

"Then how can I do it? Xiguan, Huigan and I came here all the way from Hangzhou, just to enter the Shaolin Temple to practice martial arts." Fang Shiyu struggled from the bathtub, and half of his body was exposed to the water, but was pressed again by Ling Duoduo down.

"Ah, you really don't keep any sympathy—" he complained softly, and continued, "Huigan's father is seriously ill, so we only expect him to become a glorious Shaolin disciple, a glorious ancestor!"

"It's useless for you to tell me this. My master is in charge of the admissions assessment, not me." Ling Duoduo looked at him.

Fang Shiyu blinked his eyes: "That is to say, the discipline institute happens to be in charge of the admissions assessment? ——Ah, no wonder Sister Hua told me that the discipline institute is the most powerful core department in Shaolin Temple—"

This flattering was so flexible, Ling Duoduo laughed all of a sudden: "I remember someone saying that the people in the Discipline Academy are all old-fashioned, old-fashioned, rigid, and stubborn."

Fang Shiyu smirked twice, realizing that he was joking with himself, and said in a low voice: "It is because ordinary people like me have misunderstood the Discipline Academy, so it is necessary for the little master to use his actual actions to establish the precepts." Is the name of the hospital correct?"

"The Shaolin Temple's rules have been like this for thousands of years. If I release the water, it will be unfair to others." Ling Duoduo did not forget to comfort him after speaking, "Hu Huiqian may not be hopeless, as long as the three of you work together, you will be able to make a living. It is very possible to enter Shaolin together."

He could naturally see that with Hu Huiqian's current ability, if he really wanted to pass the Shaolin Temple examination with his own ability, it would be a joke unless he was lucky.

However, according to his understanding of history, Hu Huiqian is indeed among the ten tigers of Shaolin, which means that in the end, all three of them should have passed the exam without any risk.

This is the legendary protagonist Halo Purdue All Beings, Ling Duoduo smiled lightly, he was used to such situations, so he was not surprised at all.

——————————————————————————————————————

"Hey, why isn't the little master here guarding you?" Miao Cuihua poked her head out from behind the plum tree furtively, and saw Fang Shiyu huddled pitifully in a big bathtub, and no one paid any attention to her. He walked over in surprise, "I couldn't believe it when Huiqian and Xiguan told me just now, why is it like this now?"

Fang Shiyu hugged the bathtub, looked at his own mother and couldn't help but sighed: "Ms. Ling came over just now, and Sanli took her and said that she was going to explain a few words." After speaking, he was very moved He added calmly, "Sister Hua, it's better for you to treat me better."

A certain guy kept saying that he wanted to supervise him making medicinal wine for three consecutive days, but as soon as he saw his sister, he left him without looking back. After Fang Shiyu called to no avail, he felt endless sadness in his heart.

"That's strange. No one is pouring hot water into your bathtub when the little master is not here. What are you upset about?" Miao Cuihua felt very surprised, and looked at him with her hands on her hips, tilting her head, " Besides, they are brothers and sisters, and the little master took his sister to say a few words, why do you gossip so much? Could it be that Fang Shiyu can't do without someone to accompany him? "

"..." Fang Shiyu was taken aback for a moment, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, shook his head and said, "I'm not making medicinal wine alone, and I don't even have anyone to talk to. Isn't it a bit boring?"

What he said was very in line with his character. Miao Cuihua nodded sympathetically to express her understanding, looked around and saw that there was no one else around, and whispered: "Let me tell you, Mrs. Wumei told me, little master You may not be in a good mood these few days, you usually speak freely and without seriousness, so you must pay more attention."

Fang Shiyu also lowered his voice: "I know, is it something that people robbed people down the mountain?" He remembered hearing Ling Duoduo mention in a few words that Ling Duoduo's parents died for the same reason back then.

"Yeah..." Miao Cuihua's eyes twitched, seeing Ling Duoduo walking alone from a distance, she quickly stopped talking, winked at Fang Shiyu, and smiled nonchalantly.

Ling Duoduo saw their mother and son talking together from a distance. It was nothing at all, but the expressions of these two people were extremely strange, and when Miao Cuihua saw him, her cheeks became stiff when she saw him.

It's weird, this is obviously the rhythm of guilty conscience, Ling Duoduo walked up suspiciously, approached Miao Cuihua and sniffed lightly, all he could smell was a faint smell of rouge instead of the expected smell of barbecue.

It seemed that he had judged the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, Ling Duoduo calmed down, and said with a smile: "Senior sister Miao didn't go to practice Zen with the teacher, why did you come here?"

"Oh, I was afraid that the little master and Shiyu would be bored here, so I came over to have a look." Miao Cuihua looked at him and said earnestly, "I still want to say thank you to the little master. For a long time, our family Shiyu has really caused you a lot of trouble."

"Senior sister, you don't need to be polite. We belong to the same lineage of Shaolin, and we have the same spirit, so we should help each other." Ling Duoduo didn't care much, and smiled at her, "Fang benefactor and senior sister are also interesting people. Happy to be your friend."

Seeing him coming back, Fang Shiyu's depressed mood immediately improved a lot, and he took the lead and said, "We've known each other for so long, it's fine to call you 'Little Master', now I have the audacity to call you 'Three Salutes', you Why do you still call me 'Benefactor'?"

In particular, it's not called "the benefactor", but even the surname is called "Fang benefactor", which is too polite and alienated, right?Anyway, Fang Shiyu was uncomfortable with what he heard.

Ling Duoduo intentionally teased him with words, and said with a smile: "That's not okay, I'm Senior Sister Miao's younger brother, so I'm a generation older than you, how can I talk to your peers?"

"Hello?" Fang Shiyu couldn't laugh or cry, raised his finger and said helplessly, "You can't even be friends if you say this, don't you want me to call you uncle?"

Ling Duoduo nodded solemnly, and even Miao Cuihua, who was watching the fun by the side, joined in the fun and said, "Shiyu, mother also thinks the title 'Uncle Master' is pretty good."

"...Hey, Sister Hua, you look like we, mother and child, don't have to do it?" Fang Shiyu gritted his teeth, "You don't want to come, if you don't come, the two of us will fight evenly, but you won't help after you come. Your son actually helps outsiders, your son is being bullied!"

Miao Cuihua teased her son, feeling refreshed, laughed for a while, and didn't answer.