Liu 13 was stunned for a while.

Although the ancestral court of Buddhism is far away in the spiritual mountain of the western realm, it is rare to see monks walking in the world, but the six precepts of Buddhism are also the precepts known to practitioners.

How can Buddhist disciples have pure hearts and few desires, and how can wine and meat penetrate their intestines?

Seeing the puzzled look of the little junior sister Song Lingyun, thinking of the junior sister's eclectic behavior in the past few days, Liu Shisan was not easy to break. squeezed out a slight smile against his will: "Little junior sister is so kind." ”

"Hehe, isn't it?" Song Lingyun got up and wanted to take the killing food away.

"Wait a minute, junior sister. For fear of causing trouble, Liu Shisan hurriedly stopped him.

"What's wrong?"

"Ahem, my sister is tired of traveling, so let's eat something and rest first. This kind of trivial matter, the senior brother can come. ”

Liu Shisan took the plate, glanced at the emaciated little monk, and frowned unbearably.

He simply put down the plate in his hand, picked two kinds of vegetarian food from the twenty taels of Manchu and Han banquets, squeezed out a smile to his junior sister, and brought them over.

Putting down the food, Liu Thirteen put his palms together.

The little monk who came on the order of the teacher and walked many miles along the way hurriedly returned the salute: "Amitabha." ”

Liu 13 smiled and said, "Little Master, where did you come from?"

The little monk said: "When you meet the road, you can go, there is no home everywhere, and there is a home everywhere." ”

Liu Shisan couldn't help but glance at the little monk a few times, then he restrained the kind of smile that Jiang Manlou had painstakingly cultivated, and said, "Oh, then, where are you going?"

The disciples of the Buddha family did not say a word, and the little monk did not know the sinister rivers and lakes in the world, and said honestly: "On the order of my Zen master, go to the silver city of wind and snow." ”

Liu Shisan's eyes were surprised: "Little Master also went to Fengxue Silver City?"

The little monk said humbly: "The little monk should be vowed. It's just a wild Buddha child, and he should not be honored as a donor. ”

Liu 13 nodded.

I muttered to myself for a long time, and I always felt that I had heard of this name.

Song Lingyun spied from afar.

Seeing that the senior brother and the little monk came and went, I didn't know what they were talking about, and she was curious, and she also came up with a few plates full of color and fragrance.

Liu 13 suddenly sighed.

The little junior sister Song Lingyun was so frightened that she was full of excitement.

The little monk also looked at the young man in puzzlement.

Liu Shisan leaned forward and said, "Little Master Venerable Master is Nanshan Zen Master?"

The little Zen master nodded in surprise.

Liu 13 laughed openly.

"That's right. ”

"Senior brother, what's right?"

"Senior sister, do you know who this master is?"

Song Lingyun, who was feasting, shook her head.

The little Zen master was also quite at a loss.

Liu Thirteen nodded and said: "Do you remember that the master has a comrade of ten sons surnamed Li, whose name is Xingyun?"

The little junior sister Song Lingyun sighed, and everyone around the inn cast curious glances, and then she lowered her head stupidly.

Shook his head.

She didn't know.

Liu Thirteen was embarrassed.

I had to turn around and look at the little Zen master and said, "The common name of the respected teacher is Li Xingyun?"

When the Zen master asked, "Does the donor recognize my Zen master?"

Liu 13 smiled: "It's not just acquaintance. If you want to talk about the origin, the little master has to respect the thirteenth uncle. ”

The little monk also smiled and said, "The little monk would like to hear about it." ”

Liu Shisanman drank a cup of tea, cleared his throat and said, "The family teacher, Lord Fengxue Yincheng City Lord and Nanshan Zen Master, were both students of Bodhi Academy ten years ago, and they also married ten sons. The family master entered the sect of the unphased Dao sect, and the Nanshan Zen master Li Xingyun entered the outer courtyard of the stream. According to the rules of the academy, the disciples of Sichuan characters are extremely high, and they are no different from the dean. Ten years ago, the students of the academy all respected their family teachers, little masters, and ancestors, and this time, shouldn't the little masters respect their thirteenth masters?"

The little monk bowed his head and pronounced the Buddha's name.

He was originally a Buddha boy in front of the Red Leaf Zen Master of Red Leaf Temple.

Since the Zen master sat down, Li Xingyun converted to Buddhism and became the host of the Red Leaf Temple, he followed the Nanshan Zen Master to learn Buddhism and enlightenment.

Ten years ago, the Zen master returned to the mountain to explain everything, and then only took him to travel all over the world to find a person to live in the future.

The little monk wished to follow the Zen master for many miles, but he only remembered that more than 100 pairs of monk's shoes were worn out.

They are looking for people.

They turn into fate.

They preach the Buddha and teach the Dharma.

They are also beyond what they see of the undead.

They must wade when they encounter water, and they must climb bridges when they encounter them.

The little monk should not know the reason, but only know that the Zen master had made a grand wish.

Biluo Yellow Spring, just to meet.

They walked for ten years.

Their footprints go from the south to the north, from the east to the west.

They exhausted the Biluo Yellow Spring, but the Nanshan Zen Master could not find the man. It wasn't that long ago that the Zen master made a decision.

Therefore, the little monk wished to come to Fengxue Silver City to meet the legendary city lord.

Song Lingyun, the little junior sister who finally sorted out the ins and outs, clapped her hands: "So, we are all from the academy?"

The little junior sister turned gloomy: "It's a pity that the academy is no longer there." ”

Liu Shisan comforted and said: "The master is still there, the academy knife is still there, and we are also here." I believe that one day, a brand-new academy will stand on the top of Nabodhi Mountain and be admired by all the people!"

Someone is laughing.

Mocking mercilessly.

The inn is a place where dragons and snakes are mixed, and there are people from all walks of life. Liu Shisan didn't want to pay attention to such trivial matters, but the sneering laughter was too harsh.

The laughter came from upstairs.

On the second floor of the inn, there was a man about thirty years old, dressed in a long shirt and wearing a scholar's crown, looking polite.

The man looked over the railing of his glass.

"It's ridiculous! Everyone can count on the revival of the academy, but the wind and snow silver city Luo Changfeng can't! The academy knife has been destroyed for ten years, and that knife has slashed the eight hundred sects of the Twelve Stars of the Heavenly Heavens?"

The middle-aged scholar's words were harsh, and his voice was extremely loud.

In the past ten years, the people of the land of Dongchu have respected the supreme demeanor of the city lord of Fengxue Silver City, and if they mention it, they all give a thumbs up.

But this middle-aged scholar was extremely disdainful, especially to the world-famous Luo Changfeng, the lord of Los Angeles.

He was born in a college and was a student of the same class as Luo Changfeng. No one knows better than him what the truth is about the collapse of Bodhi Academy in the ashes.

It can be said that the culprit of everything is Luo Changfeng, the city lord of the Wind and Snow Silver City, who is respected by the world.

He believed that he and the classmates behind him who had escaped on the eve of the academy's demise were convinced! If it weren't for Luo Changfeng's deliberately hidden identity, how could the academy be slaughtered by the Statue of the Heavenly East and the Twelve Stars of the Heavenly Heavens?

So he hates!

All college students hate!

Liu 13 looked up: "Who are you?"

The scholar sneered: "Me?huh...... When it comes to seniority, Mr. Liu, who is the thirteenth on the Xuanxin list, should also be honored as an uncle. ”

How could Liu Thirteen not hear the mockery in these words.

He sneered: "It turned out to be a guy who ran away ten years ago who was greedy for life and afraid of death!

Listening to the master's sharp teeth, the little junior sister Song Lingyun covered her mouth and smiled.

The little monk should bow his head and proclaim the Buddha's name.

The middle-aged scholar upstairs had a cold face, and with a slight effort, cracks appeared in the cup in his hand.

With a slight pinch of the thumb, the cup broke into pieces.

The middle-aged scholar's eyes were cold, and he threw out the sharp fragments with his fingers.