The nunnery was simple and empty, with nothing but incense stands, pouch mats, tea sets, tables and stools, and a guqin, and at this time, a fifty-year-old nun stood in front of the door, hesitating, and several times stretched out her hand and couldn't help but want to open the door and go out. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's over fifty years old, even if the maintenance is good, it can't hide the traces left by the years, the fragrance is fleeting, the red face is old, she doesn't know how to face her former lover, through the window paper, I vaguely saw my senior brother Mo Shenyuan kneeling outside and pleading, her hand was already trembling on the door latch.

"Master, just go out and have a look!" the little nuns were all anxious for her.

"No, Master has already become a monk and should keep the precepts of Buddhism. "The old nun's heart has been trapped in the shackles of the precepts for decades, and it is difficult to untie it for a while.

"But here is the master and the apprentice, and no one cares about you. "The little nun is careful to enlighten, she is still young, and she also yearns for the outside world.

Just when the old nun's heart was a little loose, another person's voice came from outside, as loud as a Buddha singing: "Yo! Isn't this a drunken swordsman who moves the rivers and lakes? Why do you kneel here? Where is your dignity?" A thin old monk walked down from the mountain, wearing an old pale robe, twisting Buddha beads in his hands, and his longevity eyebrows fluttering in the mountain wind, looking like a simple monk, making people wonder if the words that were so mean just now did not come from his mouth.

Hearing this familiar voice, the old nun let go of the hand on the latch of the door, and finally went out without opening the door.

Mo Shenyuan turned his head when he heard the sound, saw the person coming, stood up on the ground, and said with a gloomy face: "Old bald donkey, what does it matter to you?

"Old drunkard, I should have asked you why you are here, right?" The old monk hated people to call him 'bald donkey', and he still used his color at the moment, "I live on this mountain with Senior Sister Suqin all year round. ”

Mo Shenyuan was stunned when he heard this, and then he was furious: "Old bald donkey, you don't want to talk nonsense! Senior Sister Suqin won't ...... with you" The figure flickered in front of the old monk, and a 'Falling Star Sky Breaking Fist' smashed over, as if with a ball of flame, a meteor fell and smashed towards the old monk.

The old monk did not back down, Mo Shen's martial arts have always been higher than him, not to be underestimated, his eyes were solemn, stretched out a finger to Mo Shenyuan's fist, it seems to be ordinary, in fact, all the internal strength is gathered in this finger, very sharp, to break the face, this is his famous stunt - point Zen finger, coupled with Buddhism's 'ten thousand laws to one gong', the power of one finger, indestructible.

'Bang', fists and fingers intersected, and the strength collided, blowing so that the two of them had to fly, and each retreated five or six steps before standing firm, Mo Shen did not give the old monk a chance to breathe, and rushed over again, punches and feet came out together, and for a while, the fist came out like a meteor shower, enveloping the old monk whirring.

The old monk pointed out with one finger, and each finger was pointed at Mo Shen's fist, as if dripping water through a stone, containing the true meaning of Buddhism, and pointing to Zen.

The two fought for a long time, but they were on par, which made Xiao Luoyan quite surprised, this monk is not simple, the fingering is so peaking, is it not a fake monk Lao Gao? She heard her father say a lot of interesting stories about martial arts, this fake monk is not fake, in fact, it is because his surname Jia was before he left home, so he has this homophonic nickname. The fake monk is too lazy to afford the Dharma name, and when people ask about it, he will say, "Lao Qu Dharma is called Lao Gao." "People were stunned for a moment, what kind of stalk is this?

The fake monk and a few thieves and thieves together set up a temple, called 'Oolong Zen Gate', there are only four people, the law names are: abbot, abbot, poor monk, plus the fake monk Lao Gao, one is more than an oolong, although they are all confused, but all of them are unfathomable martial arts, and no one dares to provoke these bald donkeys, otherwise, they can't eat and walk around.

A few years ago, the master of Fuhu Temple on Emei Mountain was teased by the abbot of this 'oolong Zen gate', and the abbot only said: "Poor nun, you are from the old man!" At that time, the abbot's sentence was very popular in the rivers and lakes, and some people even drew inferences from one case and came up with even more shy words, such as "Poor Ni, you are so sassy." "Poor nun, the old man is about to vent. ”......

These oolong incidents were so angry that Master Ni almost committed suicide to see Rulai, and now, they are all closed, and they have no face to come out again.

The fake monk's face was green at that time, because his Dharma name was 'Lao Gao', and the entire Jianghu disciples used his Dharma name to tease the nun, he has always loved his Suqin sister, so that everyone in the martial arts thought that he liked Master Ni, for this reason, he had several fights with the abbot, and he beat the oolong Zen door chicken flying dog jumping.

Although Mo Shenyuan said that his swordsmanship attainments are extremely high, his boxing skills are not bad, and a set of "Chasing the Stars and Chasing the Moon Boxing" dances vigorously. When the fist wind whistled, the fake monk's face did not change, and he laughed: "Old drunkard, people say that you can be equal to the mad road, what's the matter?"

Mo Shen was so angry that he glared, picked up the wine gourd and poured a big sip of wine, burst into a snort, and smashed it out with a punch, the fake monk didn't know the benefits, or pointed at his fist, and the huge force came, he retreated more than a dozen steps before unloading the strength, otherwise, his fingers would have to be broken.

"How's it going, old bald donkey, you're not going to do it. Mo Shen sneered, he was known as a drunken swordsman, because the more he drank, the stronger his skills. At this time, regardless of the horror on the fake monk's face, he punched again and again, and he wanted to beat the bald donkey.

Suddenly, there was a wisp of piano sound in the Jingyue Nunnery, melodious, euphemistic and continuous, like a mountain spring winding from the valley, flowing slowly.

Let the two of them who are playing hotly can't help but stop, listen carefully, when they used to practice martial arts together, they liked Suqin's sister to play on the side, but now it sounds like the two are still fighting in general, but they have already turned white.

After playing a song, the sound of the piano stopped, and the two of them called softly in unison: "Senior sister Suqin." The two who were not on the right path glared at each other, and said at the same time: "Is Senior Sister Suqin also called by you?"

"There is no sister Suqin here, and the poor Nifa is silent. Su Qin's voice is still the same elegant, but it makes Mo Shenyuan and the fake monk feel cold in their hearts, can't they go back to the past after all?

"Ah~~" Mo Shen roared angrily, punched the fake monk to vomit blood and fell to the side, he looked like crazy, looked up to the sky and roared, and the majestic voice shocked Li Junfeng and Xiao Luoyan couldn't help but cover their ears, and their eardrums were about to burst.

"It's all your fault...... It's all your fault......" Mo Shen Shen approached the fake monk who fell to the ground step by step, his eyes were blood-red, and he was close to going mad.

At this time, the sound of the piano came out of the Jingyue Nunnery, with internal strength, the sound wave after wave, the surrounding mountains and rocks echoed, sending the sound of the piano back, entangled in the heart, calmed the mind, Mo Shen stopped, and his eyes gradually returned to clarity.

The piano is still playing, but it is a farewell song "Return":

Returning to the future, the countryside will not return? Both self-regarded as the form of service, melancholy and sad? Realize the past without admonition, know that the future can be traced, but the road is not far away, and I feel that today is and yesterday is not.

......

When you return, please take a break from traveling. The world is with me, and I am begging for it again?

......

Mo Shenyuan listened for a long time, his face was expressionless, and finally went down the mountain without saying a word, Li Junfeng and Xiao Luoyan saw that the master was in a bad mood, so they had to follow silently.

The fake monk also shook his head and walked back to the Oolong Zen Gate on the mountain.

"Master, why are you ......" The little nun was puzzled and wanted to ask clearly, but she saw that Master Wuyin had burst into tears, and a few crystal tears snapped and shattered on the strings, and the light strings vibrate, as if she felt the sorrow of the master and resonated.

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