[Comprehensive martial arts] My life will die

This is a very vague feeling. If you define this person by the rules in the secular sense, Gao Jue is not considered to have top-notch internal strength, a wealthy and natural style, and a comfortable way of life. This young man surnamed Duan Undoubtedly a proud son of heaven, a leader in the world.

But faintly, he just felt that it shouldn't be like this, or... Amitabha.

The sweeping monk looked at the scattered fallen leaves on the ground, waved his broom and swept again, but today there is a little troublemaker, and he is destined not to be a pious disciple who sweeps dirt in front of the Buddha.

"You child, you are so annoying."

Duan Yu tilted his head, his center of gravity was not stable, and the little broom was about to fall to the ground with him, but he was not afraid, and when he fell into the arms of the sweeping monk, he squinted his eyes happily: "Thank you, Grandpa."

"..." The kids at the bottom of the mountain are too cunning now.

"Why doesn't Grandpa like to talk?" Duan Yu is a person who is very afraid of being lonely, just like practicing martial arts. He feels that practicing martial arts is extremely lonely. He feels that he is not born to be a good candidate for martial arts, but it seems that his uncle has not noticed. Hey, how sad.

The sweeping monk glanced at the child, held him steady, and started sweeping again with the broom.The novice who passed by was not surprised at all, as if there should be such a sweeping monk in front of the Shaolin Temple in Shaoshi Mountain.

"It doesn't matter if grandpa doesn't like to talk. Yu'er talks a lot, and uncle often says that about Yu'er, but he thinks a good boy who talks too much."

Mo Ren Jing is indeed a Mo Ren Jing, even if he doesn't get a response, he can still talk happily by himself, seeing that the leaves on the ground have been swept clean, he immediately jumped up: "It's finished, Grandpa, let's go and have a rest. "

The sweeping monk was indifferent, and suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the withered and yellow leaves fell down again, not many, but there were fallen leaves on the ground again: "Look, what is that?"

Duan Yu looked at the fallen leaves distressedly, stepped forward and picked them up: "There are no more now!"

... Then, inexplicably, a few more pieces floated down.

The boy has small hands, so naturally he can't pick them up all at once. He was a little distressed: "The fallen leaves are so annoying, why don't you plant the tree farther away?"

"The little benefactor thinks that if you plant it far away, there will be no fallen leaves?"

Duan Yu was puzzled, he had an expression like this.

"There is no tree in Bodhi, the mirror is not a stage, and there is nothing in it, where can it cause dust."

This Buddhist language is easy to understand, but it’s not easy to understand. At least the kid now sounds like he’s listening to heavenly scriptures, but he has a flexible mind. He’s heard these words from the grandfather of Jinlong Temple two years ago. He thought about it , said: "Grandpa, shall we still rest?"

"..." The floor-sweeping monk gave up trying to compete with a stubborn rock, and sat beside him with a broom.

When Duan Yu saw it, he immediately imitated the others and sat down, one old and one young, one big and one small two brooms, it was funny to look at, the kid thought for a while, then took out a small oiled paper bag from his bosom, Unfolding carefully, there are a few golden zongzi candies.

"Grandpa, treat you to some candy. Yu'er saved it with great difficulty. If uncle finds out, I'll talk about it again."

... The sweeping monk was a little speechless to be generous by a child, but this feeling was still novel, so he did not refuse.

The golden sugar, wrapped in a trace of sweetness, is just like the heart of this little benefactor.

"Is it sweet? Yu'er likes it so much!"

Probably because the cannibal has a short mouth, the sweeping monk also opened his mouth: "If you like it, why don't you hide it alone?"

The little boy has short legs at the moment. He is sitting on the stone bench with his legs dangling, squinting at the candy with a super-comfortable expression: "Ke Yuer also likes grandpa. If uncle says to share, he will have double rewards." I like it."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, but uncle said that Yu'er can be a little selfish, so Yu'er can't give all the zongzi candies to grandpa." He said, feeling a little guilty.

Sweeper Monk: ...

"Your uncle must be very important to you."

Upon hearing this, Duan Yu nodded fiercely: "In this world, there is no one better than Uncle. Yu'er will be with Uncle for the rest of his life."

Childish words, sincere and brave, with full of joy, I only hope that the prince and grandson will not disappoint this child's heart.

"It's time to sweep the floor."

The floor-sweeping monk stood up, but what was different was that this time he also helped the little boy down, and subconsciously affected the child's aura. Looking from a distance, the figures of one big and one small were actually the same, with an inexplicable feeling. The rhythm is in it.

After Tan Zhao drank a cup of bitter tea, he finally waited for Master Xuanci, the head of Shaolin Temple.

Xuanci looked like he had practiced tough foreign skills. As soon as the assistant approached, Tan Zhao could feel the aura like mountains and waves. It was just a Buddhist mind training, and the momentary strength quickly dissipated into nothingness.

Today's martial arts say that Xuanci is the number one expert in the world, although he missed, he is not far away.

"Greetings to Master Xuanci."

"I have read Donor Duan's letter. I know that I have sinned a lot. The Yanmen Gate incident was done by me alone. If you don't care about others, please ask Donor Duan..."

"No, wait a minute, is the matter of Yanmen Pass related to Master?"

What about the monk who said the six senses are pure?You are all violent monks, this setting is a bit interesting, Tan Zhao thought about it, in the secret letter Zhao Xu gave him, there was no mention of Xuanci's involvement in this incident at all.

But thinking about it this way, the Central Plains martial arts... pills.

Xuanci's heart skipped a beat: "What does Benefactor Duan say?"

"..." Oh, it's okay, he might just be tricked by a nine-year-old, oh no ten-year-old little emperor.

Now that Murong Bo has revealed his previous conspiracy, he will naturally tell the whole story. After all, the martial arts in the Central Plains is so showy that it almost provoked disputes between the Liao and Song Dynasties. What emperor in this world would be so kind to tolerate people from the rivers and lakes interfering in state affairs? It's useless to ask a group of reckless men to rescue him.

The Song Dynasty ruled the world with literati, and the military generals in the court were suppressed, let alone those who only knew how to advance.If the current emperor is not Zhao Xu, maybe Murong Bo has done this, maybe the court will really blame Wulin.

The first one among them is naturally the famous Shaolin Temple.

...So, this kind of thankless calculation has an egg?Why do people who play conspiracies like to do things in seventeen or eighteen circles? If you want to restore the country, shouldn't you start with the primitive accumulation of capital?Always thinking about black and white and fisherman's profit, how can there be so many cheap things in this world for you to pick up.

You are smart, and others are not stupid.

Tan Zhao's thoughts changed, and he calmed down quickly: "I have no right to intervene in the matter of Yanmen Pass. I came here today only for the matter of Murong Bo hiding in Shaolin."

If you ask the former, Shaolin's reputation will definitely be ruined, if you ask the latter, there is still room for maneuver.

Apparently that chicken thief kid Zhao Xu didn't want to knock down the signboard of Shaolin Temple, but Shaolin's hand stretched too long, which inevitably aroused the Emperor's suspicion.But Zhao Xu obviously didn't expect the monks of Shaolin Temple to be so honest, and directly blew himself up.

The head of Xuan Ci has been in the world for many years, so he naturally understands what the other party means.

He nodded, only a little pleading: "I wonder if Master Duan can let this old monk meet this Murong Bo."

Tan Zhao didn't nod, didn't shake his head, he just said: "Fifteen days later, Murong Bo will be beheaded in Bianjing, if Xuanci's head is free, I can go and see him naturally."

"..." Xuanci choked, he didn't expect the other party to give such an answer.

But Tan Zhao took two steps back and said, "Since the letter has been brought, the task below has been completed, so let's take my leave."

Xuanci didn't stay either, when the footsteps outside the hall left, he looked up at the Bodhisattva with a mournful expression, his heart was already confused.

When Tan Zhao walked to the gate of the mountain, he saw a harmonious scene of an old man and a young man, pulling and pulling, something smooth and smooth in a slow, natural way. Sure enough, this old monk was not simple.

He wasn't in a hurry to leave either, he only said when he saw the little boy put down the broom so tired, "Yu'er!"

Duan Yu was in high spirits immediately, and rushed over with the broom in his arms: "Uncle, you're finally here, Yu'er has swept the floor clean."

But Tan Zhao lifted the little boy up: "Dirty or not, it's sweaty!"

Duan Yu chuckled, he was obviously used to his uncle's playfulness, not only was he not afraid, but rather enjoyed it.

"Thank you, master, for taking care of me."

Tan Zhao asked Duan Yu to return the broom, and then he took the broom to thank him.

The old god was still there, and after he swept the fallen leaves on the ground again, he typed a Buddhist gatha: "Almsgiver, walk slowly."

Then he bowed his head and swept the floor again.

It's okay, he may be old, he is not as cute as a child, understandable, understandable.

System: ...don't force yourself to respect yourself :).

Duan Yu immediately waved his hand when he heard the words, and after a final thought, he reluctantly took out a small oiled paper bag from his bosom. He had just swept the floor, and there was only one zongzi in the oiled paper bag, so he was a little reluctant to stuff it into the sweeping monk hand, and then quickly followed my uncle, bouncing down the mountain.

Sweeper Monk: ...

"Oh hey, my uncle found out that Yu'er actually has something in his possession, he should be beaten!"

"Uncle! Uncle, good uncle, Yu'er will never dare again!"

"... I think you know that mistakes are hard to correct, and you will do it again next time. How can you be so capable!"

"That's not what uncle is used to, Yu'er was not like this in the past!"

Shanfeng sent up the conversation between the uncle and nephew, and sent it to the distance. The sweeping monk put the oiled paper bag in his arms, and then silently swept the floor as before.

At night, the little boy had already fallen asleep, and Tan Zhao set up a maze in the inn, and then hurriedly rushed up the mountain again.

Tonight, there is always a play to watch.

Murong Bo once said that when he was dormant in Shaolin, there was a person who hid in Shaolin like him and fought several times, if Xuanci's head knew about it, he wanted to rush to Bianjing again, he might fight tonight.

The play has already started, and as a "royal representative", he will always be there to eat melons. As for how much melons he can eat, it depends on the identity of that person.

In the distance, the sky was completely dark, not even the moon, but the Sutra Pavilion in Shaolin Temple was rarely brightly lit.