"Phew"

Zhou Bo didn't know how far he had walked, but he felt that the horse's body shook slightly, and there was a person shouting 'huh'.

When I looked up, it turned out to be my brother Yang Fan who caught up, holding his horse reins in his hand.

The horse's speed slowed down a lot, but no matter how Yang Fan shouted, he continued to run.

With his brother by his side, Zhou Bo felt much safer, and after riding so far, the fear had disappeared, and even had been replaced by excitement. "Yang Fan, you let it go, I'm fine. Zhou Bo slowly sat up straight.

Looking at the eldest brother sitting in the saddle, he already has a bit of an appearance. "Big brother, then be careful, don't hit it. Saying that, Yang Fan let go of his hand, but worried about Zhou Bo, he also followed behind the horse.

Although at first it was a gourd drawing, it slowly became handy. Pull the reins left and right, and the horse will also follow the direction of Zhou Bo's force.

The more Zhou Bo rode, the more stable he became, the more comfortable he became, and he adapted to some of the skills of horseback riding, and then walked out of ten miles of land in this way.

The horse's body gradually soaked in sweat, and its speed became slower and slower. 'Huh~~' With Zhou Bo's soft drink, the horse stopped. Grab the reins, stirrup off the saddle, dismount, and tie the horse to a tree by the side of the road.

Zhou Bo was still more excited, he didn't feel tired, this horse was tired enough, and sweat flowed down his body along the hooves. Zhou Bo touched the horse's face and combed its mane again, and the horse occasionally snorted, not dodging or dodging, which meant that he recognized the master.

"Congratulations, congratulations, my eldest brother's equestrianism is still very good, haha. ”

After a while. Yang Fan and Song Jingtao rushed over together. Song Jingtao felt ashamed. Get off the horse and say hello to the eldest brother first, and the eldest brother is happy to learn to ride a horse today.

are all their own brothers, Zhou Bo can't say anything even if he is angry, he just gave Song Jingtao a kick in the ass.

After a little rest, and after drinking some water, the three of them got on their horses and went straight to the mountains. Fortunately, the road Zhou Bo took when he came was the road up the mountain, and then walked along the main road for more than a mile, and there was a path up the mountain. The trail is not long, and it is more than a mile.

When the three of them were about to reach the foot of the mountain, they saw a temple in front of them. The temple is not big, and the tallest house on the outside is the main hall, but it is only in comparison.

"Second brother, there is still a temple here, how about the incense?"

"The incense in this monastery is not very vigorous, but I heard that the master of this monastery is an enlightened monk. Song Jingtao said.

"If the mountain is not high, there is a fairy, and if the water is not deep, there is a dragon. Since he is a high-ranking monk, how can the incense not be vigorous?"

"Big brother. You don't know that. Don't look at this temple as small, but this monk's shelf is not small. Usually a good man and a woman, the old monk is warmly received, and you can give the incense money or not. However, when the merchant official came, the old monk was closed and would not be accepted. When the poor came, they burned incense and made wishes, and when they left, they gave very little money for incense, and the rich people gave a lot of money, and the old monk did not receive them. That's why I said that this incense is not very vigorous. Song Jingtao told eloquently.

Zhou Bo nodded, it seems that this abbot is really a bit of a Taoist, otherwise he would not have such a temper. "Let's go, brother, let's go to the temple. ”

"Big brother, if we don't make a wish and don't return the wish, what are we going to see there?"

Zhou Bo didn't know why, after hearing Song Jingtao say about the abbot, he had an urge to go and see the abbot, as if there was a force that was subtly guiding him. 'Yes, what are you going to do?' I unconsciously remembered my parents who were far away, separated from me, but I couldn't see each other, I don't know how my parents are living now, my nose was sour between my thoughts, and the tears slowly came out and were swallowed hard by Zhou Bo.

"Even if it's for my parents. ”

Looking at Zhou Bo, whose smoke rings were red, Song Jingtao didn't ask any more.

In a blink of an eye, the three of them came to the front of the temple, Yang Fan said that he couldn't stand the sound of wooden fish in the temple, so he let the horses go outside and asked the two brothers to go early and return early.

The temple has been in existence for a long time, and the fence walls are made of mud, and the cracks are clearly visible. The tallest building in the courtyard is the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the sound of wooden fish can be faintly heard.

The temple gate is in disrepair, the door panel is bad, and a couplet is carved on both sides with a wooden board: the ancient temple has no monk wind sweeping the ground, and the mountain gate is not locked to wait for the cloud wind. The handwriting on the plaque on the top is blurred, and it can be vaguely seen: Pufu Temple.

Standing at the door, I could faintly hear the sound of wooden fish inside. Zhou Bo raised his hand and knocked on the door.

How could it be that the sound of the wooden fish was constant, and no one came to open the door. After knocking for a while, Zhou Bo didn't knock anymore, and pushed the door directly.

Walking into the temple, don't look at the houses are very simple, the temple is very clean, the land is not grassy, and it is clean. In front of the hall is the main hall, in front of the hall two pillars of red pine, painted with red paint. The door of the main hall was open, and you could hear the sound of wooden fish inside.

Hearing this voice, Zhou Bo frowned, because the source of the sound was the Daxiong Treasure Hall, since he could hear the other party's voice, then the people in the hall would definitely be able to hear him knocking on the door.

The two of them strode into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, which was far more humble than the outside, especially the few Buddha statues inside. It is made of clay and has not been deeply processed, and the surface is very rough.

There are three Buddha statues in the middle, Sakyamuni is in the middle, Manjushri and Puxian Bodhisattva are on the left and right, and there are eighteen Arhats on both sides of the main hall. Zhou Bo is just guessing, and he still knows something about this before.

In front of the Buddha statue is a tripod, and there is still green smoke inside, and a small monk is beating the wooden fish in front of the tripod.

"Ahem, cough, cough" Zhou Bo coughed a few times, and the little monk was chanting at this time,

"Cough cough cough" Zhou Bo coughed a few times, this is out of etiquette, the little monk is chanting, and if he can't go up, he will disturb others, so he coughs twice to let the little monk hear, knowing that someone is coming, he will naturally come to greet him. However, the little monk acted as if he hadn't heard it, and the wooden fish in his hand still hadn't changed.

Song Jingtao was furious when he saw it, he was pampered since he was a child, and later walked the rivers and lakes, and the people on the road gave him a little thin face, when he was so angry, the most unbearable thing was that the other party was still a little monk.

"Buzz~~~~"

The waist knife was unsheathed, and the blade and scabbard made a sound.

Seeing Song Jingtao draw it, Zhou Bo's heart sank. hurriedly suppressed Song Jingtao's arrival. His eyes widened and he shook his head. Motioned to Song Jingtao not to move. This is an important place for Buddhism, how can you do it casually, and Zhou Bo noticed that the little monk has never been a doppelganger, even if Song Jingtao drew out a Weng reputation, the little monk did not look back at the two of them, and the rhythm of beating the wooden fish in his hand was not chaotic. Unconsciously and secretly admired, such concentration is not something that ordinary people can have, from this point of view. It is indeed not a false rumor that this monastery is a high-ranking monk who has attained enlightenment.

Song Jingtao struggled twice before putting the knife into the sheath and staring at the little monk viciously.

It was still the sound of the wooden fish beating, without any interruption. The two of them stood behind the little monk, waiting for the little monk to finish his homework.

The patience of the two men was exhausted, and the little monk stood up. "The two donors, please forgive me for missing the distance. ”

The kind face, the voice of the porcelain statue, heard Song Jingtao's ears all changed, if it weren't for Zhou Bo's presence. It is estimated that this little monk has already given Song Jingtao a sacrificial knife.

Zhou Bo knew that those who had such determination were not ordinary people, and they didn't dare to offend. Bow down. "Where is it, the two of us trespassed into your temple, there is a lot of disturbance, please don't be surprised." "If you say hello, Zhou Bo is already familiar with the road and adapts to the situation.

The little monk looked at Zhou Bo carefully, and there was a strange light in his eyes. "Donor, I see that you have a lot of wisdom and have some connections with my Buddhist family, why don't you go to my master's meditation room and talk to him, what do you think?"

The little monk's words for no reason stunned the two of them, and Song Jingtao looked at Zhou Bo as if he was looking at a Martian.

Zhou Bo looked at the little monk in front of him, not much older than himself, but he gave people the impression that he had an expression that had not changed through the ages, and his deep pupils made it impossible to see what he was thinking in his heart. Zhou Bo's brain was spinning rapidly, and he heard Song Jingtao say that this abbot rarely had contact with outsiders, so why did the little monk let him go to see his master? He was not a person of this era, could it be that the little monk saw his own Ni Duan? If this is really the case, it may also be a good thing, and it is best to find some way to go back.

Zhou Bo nodded yes.

The little monk said, "Donor, please come with me, this donor, please wait here." ”

Song Jingtao looked at Zhou Bo with inquiring eyes, and Zhou Bo still nodded.

Zhou Bo followed the little monk to the backyard of the temple, which was just a few houses that were ridiculed.

The little monk came to the master's door and knocked lightly: "Master, I brought you the person you are looking for." ”

"Oh, let him in, you go down. An old voice came from the room.

The little monk should have retired, leaving Zhou Bo alone.

Zhou Bo knocked on the door and entered the house, the room was very simple, a table, two chairs and a bed, and there was nothing else. Sitting on the chair I thought I was an old monk, with no hair left, a white beard on his face that was connected to his sideburns, deep wrinkles, and he looked very old, but his face was full of red.

Zhou Bo gave a salute first, "Old man, in the next Zhou Bo, this is polite." ”

The old monk was meditating in the meditation room, and the Buddhist beads in his hand moved with his fingers one by one, and at the moment when Zhou Bo entered the room, the old monk's hand trembled involuntarily. Years of cultivation have already made the old monk unfazed, and the trembling in his hands proves his judgment. glanced at Zhou Bo, and his voice was good, and it seemed that his judgment was not wrong.

"Sit. ”

"Old man, we don't know each other, your apprentice called me, don't you know what's wrong?"

The old monk's eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be recuperating himself, but his mind was struggling violently. The young man in front of him was obviously kind and humble, but he brought a trace of uneasiness to himself. Especially the old abbot felt the depths of Zhou Bo's soul, and his violent aura was very strong, although he was not angry, but the old monk still felt it, and his years of cultivation told him that there would be no mistake in judgment. The abbot was thinking about how to talk to the young man in front of him, and it was already very difficult to speak now.

It was only a few seconds, but it was like a long time, and before I knew it, a little sweat seemed to soak out of the tip of my nose. The abbot sighed secretly, 'It seems that his own path is too shallow', and shook his head helplessly.

The old abbot's series of expressions made Zhou Bo dazed for a while, not knowing if there was something wrong with this monk or if he was pretending to be deep.

"Donor, what do you think of our country?"

I don't know why the monk suddenly asked such a question, but Zhou Bo still said his thoughts. "Although our Great Song Dynasty is in an era of peace, I think this peace seems to last long. "Although the relationship between the Great Song Dynasty and the Northern Kingdom has also been said by Song Jingtao, these are basically the history that Zhou Bo has learned before, and the Northern Great Liao will definitely make trouble on the sidelines.

The abbot's face moved, and he used his perseverance to control his facial expression, so that Zhou Bo couldn't see his excitement. "Donor, what you said is not bad at all, then let me ask you, if you have the opportunity to go to the battlefield, are you willing to go to the battlefield?"

"Uh...... This is not good, everyone should do their best to protect the family and defend the country, but I am thin and have no martial arts, of course, if I can, I won't go. Zhou Bo knew that the other party was a high-ranking monk, and he didn't hide what he said, and he could say whatever he wanted.

The old abbot nodded, he could also understand the meaning of what Zhou Bo said, but his face was also a little darker. "Okay, donor, your psychology is also human nature, would you like to listen to the old man's good words for you?"

"Master, please. ”

"Killing people is not enough, but you have to be forgiving and forgiving. Seven points for ten talents, leaving three points for children and grandchildren. In the future, life is all about fate, and there is no need to deliberately pursue anything. Okay, donor, go back. ”

These words seem to have been heard so often that the old abbot had memorized them all after he had spoken them once. Seeing that the old abbot gave him an eviction order, Zhou Bo was not good at staying, this trip seemed to be in vain, and it was far from what was expected, and a sense of loss arose.

Zhou Bo got up and said, "Haven't asked the master for the Dharma name yet?"

"The old man is strict and obedient, and the apprentice is auspicious. ”

'Wow~~~~'

At the moment when Zhou Bo went out, the Buddha beads in the abbot's hand were beads with broken threads, falling like raindrops. The moment the beads came into contact with the ground, they turned into ashes for a moment, without making a sound.

Staring at the dust in front of him, the abbot felt a real chill invade him. I never thought that this person's hidden momentum would be so powerful, "Hey, what should come is always coming, I hope this Seven Star Flying General can control himself well and benefit a living being." ”

The little monk was already waiting at the door of the meditation room, and when he saw Zhou Bo come out, he gave a salute, "Donor, your two brothers have been waiting for a long time, come and dine with me." ”

"Thank you".

The little monk led the way and led Zhou Bo to a side room. Before I entered the house, I heard someone talking inside, and the voice was like thunder, and I knew it was Yang Fan without asking. "Second brother, why hasn't our eldest brother come out yet, nothing will happen, or let's arrest the little monk and ask." What Yang Fan said was originally a whisper, but he was born with a loud voice, and when he was in a hurry, he didn't control the scale, so that the two people outside the door heard it.

"How big can such a broken temple be, don't worry, nothing will happen. But if the bald donkey here really does something out of the ordinary, hum, brother, I can't bear this blue and red treasure knife."

Zhou Bo and the little monk listened to it clearly, and the little monk recited the Buddha.

Hearing this, Zhou Bo also shook his head, "Hey, these two brothers are really not ordinary ferocious. ’

"Donor, the food has already been prepared in the house, if you have something to do in the front hall, call me, and the poor monk will retire. ”

Yang Fan and Song Jingtao were so anxious in the room that they turned around, and when they saw Zhou Bo coming, their hanging hearts finally let go. "Haha, big brother, why have you been there for so long, giving us two a hurry. (To be continued.) )