Kuzen shook his head and said, "If it's just for you to break through the realm of martial arts, wouldn't it be faster to go to the trial tower than to go down the mountain?"

The trial tower is a secret place of martial arts in the Shaolin Temple, but any monk who encounters doubts and difficulties in the realm of martial arts can go to the trial tower to seek answers.

"The master let you go down the mountain to experience it so that you can experience things that you have never experienced before, wine, wealth, love and hatred. Kuzen said.

"I know. Ye Huang said: "The master asked me to go down the mountain in order to exercise my Buddha heart and see if I can keep the six roots pure in the world. Brother, I've worked hard, I haven't hated anyone, I haven't hated anyone, I try to keep myself the same attitude towards everyone. However, many of the things down the mountain are different from those on the mountain, they are so complicated that I start to get confused, and sometimes I can't figure out whether what I am doing is right or wrong. ”

Whether it is confusion or trouble, in front of Kuzen, Ye Huang can speak freely, because in this world, Ye Huang really cares the most, and if the closest person wants to limit the number of slaps, then Kuzen must be among these five people. From childhood to adulthood, Ye Huang didn't hide anything from Kuzen except for hiding it from Senior Brother Kuzen when he and his little uncle were stealing roast chicken.

Faced with the doubts of the little junior brother, Kuzen also answered patiently. He said, "You're simply excluding yourself what you need to go through. The real experience is not to be spotless in the red dust, and it is impossible for anyone to be truly spotless, unless that person is ruthless and unrighteous, and his heart is like ashes. Master's purpose ......"

Kuzen's words made Ye Huang a little confused, and after seeing the confusion on Ye Huang's face, Kuzen coughed, changed to a clear and simple statement, and said: "That is to say, the master asked you to go down the mountain, just to let you love and hate! Let you become an ordinary person in the world, you can love beauty, you can be greedy for wealth, you can resent enemies, you can have murderous intentions!"

Although it was the most simple and straightforward words that Kuzen thought, the confusion on Ye Huang's face was even worse, and he asked, "Wouldn't such words be contrary to the Buddha's heart?"

"Picking up is an experience, and letting go is detachment. Kuzen said, "After going through all this, if you can let go of the desires in your heart, then it can be regarded as a real experience." ”

Ye Huang lowered his head, pondered for a while and said, "Senior Brother means that from now on, I can do whatever I want, no longer need to estimate the precepts of Buddhism, and no longer need to be clear about the distractions in my heart, and be an ordinary person in the world, right?"

"Yes, it's not true, but at least that's what the process needs to be. Kuzen said, "After going through this, whether or not you can transcend is the real key. ”

"I see. Ye Huang's expression gradually became firm, and he looked at Kuzen and said, "Thank you, senior brother, for your guidance." ”

Looking at Ye Huang's firm face, Ku Chan suddenly became worried, did the junior brother really understand or would he be wrong? Although it was sorrow, it was just a moment of sorrow, because Ku Chan knew that whether it was enlightenment or misunderstanding, it was something that the junior disciple himself needed to experience and understand, and it didn't matter how much effect his words could have.

After the teachings were over, Kuzen gave Ye Huang the medicinal soup that he had just put aside, and let Ye Huang drink it.

This medicinal soup is carefully boiled by Kuzen, and the medicinal materials in it are very precious, Xia Fei spent a lot of money to buy it from major pharmacies, coupled with the superb medical skills inherited by Kuzen from Pu Nian, under the combination of the two, this bowl of medicinal soup can be said to be a precious thing that is hard to find.

Ye Huang took the medicinal soup, raised his head and drank it, only to feel that a warm current suddenly appeared in his body, this warm current was moisturizing the damaged and weak meridians, Ye Huang had a hunch that after drinking this bowl of medicinal soup, the recovery speed of his body would be shortened by half.

After drinking the medicinal soup, the two brothers chatted in the room.

"Senior brother, did you come down the mountain after seeing the letter I wrote to you?" Ye Huang asked.

On the afternoon of the day when he received the pursuit of He Jianhua, Ye Huang, accompanied by Li Ling, went to the post office to write a letter to the senior brother in Shaolin Temple, the content of the letter was to greet the master and brothers, and asked the senior brother Kuzen to send him some colorless cold stones, and he wanted to use the colorless cold stones to forge a weapon at hand.

Kuchan nodded, and Ye Huang said embarrassedly: "Senior brother, you just let someone send it over, why do you want to run it yourself." ”

"I didn't come down the mountain to give you the colorless cold stone. ”

"Eh, is there anything else that Senior Brother is going down the mountain?"

Kuzen said indifferently: "You need to practice the mind, and I need to practice the sword." ”

"Oh. Ye Huang skipped this topic and asked, "Senior brother, is the master and his old man okay? What about the abbot? Are the brothers and sisters all right?"

"After you are not in the mountains, they are very good. ”

After chatting about a lot of trivial things, Ye Huang suddenly asked, "That, that...... Where's Jojo? How is she?"

"You've said so much, in fact, the one you want to ask the most is Miss Qiaoqiao. Kuzen said.

Ye Huang touched his head in amazement, and found that his hair was not short, and he was no longer as burr and prickly as before, which was quite an uncomfortable experience for a person who had shaved his head for seventeen years, in the past, his hair would grow and he would go to Qiaoqiao to help him shave his head, and every time before shaving his head, Qiaoqiao would go to the creek with him, first wash his hair gently, and then carefully shave his hair, Qiaoqiao's hands were like a spring breeze to Ye Huang, Ye Huang fell asleep unconsciously under her blowing, and Qiaoqiao also let him sleep, afraid that the bluestone slab next to the stream was too hard and uncomfortable, and deliberately pillowed his head on his thigh。

After going down the mountain, I never saw Qiao Qiao again, which was also very difficult for Ye Huang, who grew up with Qiao Qiao since he was a child, to adapt to and accept.

"After receiving your letter, I took a special look at the Yanyue Nunnery, found Miss Qiaoqiao, and showed her the letter you wrote. Kuzen said.

Ye Huang's heart was suddenly moved, you must know that Shaolin Temple and Yanyue Nunnery, but there are some festivals, most of the people on both sides don't interact much, and the senior brother is actually willing to go to the Yanyue Nunnery for himself, and he is really a good senior brother.

"This is Miss Jojo's reply to you, read for yourself. Kuzen took out an envelope from his bosom and handed it to Ye Huang.

Since Qiao Qiao wrote a letter, why didn't you give it to me as soon as possible, Ye Huang didn't even have time to complain about this, he almost grabbed the envelope, opened it on the spot and looked at it.

After opening the envelope, there was only one sentence written on the letter - clothes thief, shameless!