The night is thick, and the earth is dark and quiet, but at this time, the temple on the top of the mountain is brightly lit, the bells are like thunder, and the figures are shuttling back and forth, so it is not lively. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

'Knock knock', the bell struck more and more urgently, like a storm urging people's footsteps.

After about a stick of incense, the bell stopped, and at this time the main hall of the temple was already full of monks, among whom the monks in gray robes stood on the right hand, and the white monks stood on the left. At this time, although all the monks were confused, they all looked at their noses with their eyes, noses and hearts, raised their palms, and recited scriptures silently in their mouths, looking like 'my heart is like a rock, let the wind roar'.

Master, what happened, why did you ring the bell for an emergency assembly in the middle of the night? A little monk dressed in gray in the crowd looked around, and then asked in a low voice to a middle-aged monk beside him with a puzzled face.

You Fang, the monks are the most jealous of impetuousness, your six roots are not pure, how can you devote yourself to the Buddha, and now the teacher will punish you to recite the "Prajnatara Secret Heart Sutra" ten times. The middle-aged monk said expressionlessly, but out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the golden body of Sakyamuni standing in the middle of the main hall, and sighed secretly in his heart.

Yes, the disciple knows that he is wrong, and when he contemplates the Bodhisattva of Freedom and walks in the deep Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are all empty and overcomes all suffering。。。。。。 The little monk didn't want to ask a question and would be punished by the master, and suddenly had a bitter face, but he didn't dare to refute, for the master, he has always been respectful and afraid, and immediately began to recite the scriptures silently with a bitter face, but he didn't notice the master's secret small movements.

Senior Brother Yanming, why is it so angry lately, your apprentice has only been a beginner for three years, and it is natural to ask you this master for many things, why should you punish him? A faint laugh came from the crowd, and then one of the monks in white robes walked out, only to see that he was seven feet tall, with a square face and a broad nose, a wide body and a round belly, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that were slightly squinted were looking at the gray-clothed monk in front of him with a smile.

"Sure enough, it's him again", as soon as the little monk heard the voice, he already knew who was coming, because this person was the only one in the entire temple who had been targeting his master, and following the voice, as expected, it was indeed that disgusting face.

Senior Brother Yankong, how can I teach my apprentice, it's not your turn to interject, you just need to take care of your one-third of an acre. The gray-clothed monk known as Yanming had an expressionless face and replied coldly.

That's right, Senior Brother Yanming only has such a small apprentice under him, and he must be able to teach it well. Unlike my senior brother, I am busy in the monastery all day long, and I have to deal with the relationship with various sects and sects from time to time, but I really neglected my disciples. Yankong smiled faintly, and his fair face naturally showed a bit of guilt.

You... Yan Ming stepped out, his face was full of anger, and his eyes stared at Yan Kong viciously, but he couldn't take the words in his mouth.

Hahaha, okay, junior brother, it's just a joke with you for my brother, why take it so seriously. Besides, you are not in good health, and the doctor told you not to be angry, have you forgotten? Yankong said with a smile, took a few steps forward, and pressed his hand on Yan Ming's shoulder cordially, and there was a look of banter in his eyes.

'Bastard', You Fang saw his master being humiliated in front of so many people, and his heart was suddenly angry to the extreme, but he had to endure it, didn't he see that most of the monks around him saw this scene, and most of them looked strange.

Who in this temple doesn't know that Yankong and Yanming are not right, not to mention that Yankong is still the hall master of Zhike Hall, and he is in power, so even if he can't see it sometimes, no one will offend Yankong for a master of Luohan Hall. And he is just a little novice who has been in the house for less than three years, and even the senior brothers who are learning martial arts together in the Luohan Hall can't beat him, and he just humiliates himself and disgraces the master's face.

Radiance... Yan Ming's fists were clenched, his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and his face was hideous, and he was trying to restrain himself. He knew very well in his heart that once he made a move, Yankong was afraid that he would have to use the topic to play again, and the other party's provocation in every way was not to force him to do it, and he would never be able to fulfill the other party's wish.

Master, the Buddha said: Life in the world is like being in the midst of thorns! If the heart does not move, people do not move recklessly, and if they do not move, they will not be hurt. If the heart moves, then people move recklessly, hurt their bodies, hurt their bones, and experience all kinds of pain in the world. You Fang saw that the master was about to go violent, so he immediately hurriedly stepped forward and persuaded him.

Sure enough, when Yan Ming heard You Fang's words, his heart suddenly regained a little clarity, and he turned his head and looked at his apprentice with great relief.

In this Shaolin Temple, he and Yankong have long been on the same page, and no one can tolerate anyone. However, the momentum of Yankong is great, and in the past few years of open and secret fighting, his status in Shaolin, who has repeatedly lost, has also dropped again and again, and the disciples around him have already switched to others. Only this disciple he brought back when he went out a few years ago has always been respectful to him, but even so, he has never given him any good looks, but from time to time vented all his grievances on him, and he has been silently bearing.

It wasn't until half a year ago when he had another conflict with Yankong that his disciples kept comforting him until he was calm, and since then, he really regarded You Fang as his heir. And every time he wanted to go on a rampage, You Fang would inevitably be on the side to persuade him painstakingly to dissolve the anger in his heart, so that he would no longer be in the emptiness of the radical method.

'Damn, this guy's anger looks like it's going to be dissipated by a few words from the little monk again, hmph, but this time, it's not so easy for him to escape from my palm. The plan has been set in, and my lurking is about to become meaningless, so that thing can be used to force him to comply. Yan Kong's mind was running quickly, and after thinking through the pros and cons, he smiled and approached Yan Ming's ear and whispered Senior Brother Yan Ming, when you traveled down the mountain, I arranged the ambush when you came back, hehe, for so many years, you have been living in a nest, this is not comfortable.

Yankong, you deceive people too much. After listening to Yankong's words, Yan Ming looked at this senior brother who had been targeting him in disbelief, and after hesitating for a moment, the whole person suddenly became angry, his eyes were red, his whole body robe was windless, and he gritted his teeth.

The injury back then has always been the deepest pain in his heart, after the big fall in cultivation, he fell from the altar all of a sudden, and suffered how many white eyes and ridicule, I thought it was an accident, but I never thought that it was the harm of the same brother. At this moment, no amount of profound Dharma can dissolve the anger in the heart, only blood and death.

You Fang on the side saw that his persuasion was effective, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but who knew that the master was going to go away again, and hurriedly stepped forward to say to the master, the Buddha said: The color is not different from the empty, the empty is not different from the color, the color is empty, the empty is the color, and the same is true when you want to know it.

Ordinary scriptures naturally have no effect on dissolving the anger in people's hearts, but after the little monk is familiar with the Buddha's "Prajnatara Secret Heart Sutra" a thousand times, a golden scripture faintly appears in the sea of knowledge, and its name is one of the 36 magical powers of Buddhism, the heart mantra. It's a pity that his mental power is not strong, and he has not yet reached the level of a receptive, and it is difficult for his supernatural powers to exert one-ten-thousandth. Otherwise, you don't have to try to comfort your master every time.

It's just that this time it wasn't the master's reassuring gaze that was waiting for him, but before he could react, the whole person flew out of the hall upside down and fell on the stone steps outside, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Mo Zai's words came to an abrupt end at this point, his eyes showed a deep look of remembrance, the faint candlelight reflected on his face, and Tie Xuan suddenly found that Mo Shi was much older at this moment.

Without Master Mo explaining anything, Tie Xuan had already guessed who the little monk who was hit by the master and flew out of the main hall was, but he really didn't expect Master Mo's true identity to be a member of Buddhism.

However, in this way, all the things that happened to Master Mo can be explained at once that Master Mo never eats meat, meditates every day, and has excellent medical skills and cultivation.

Hearing this, Tie Xuan already knew about Master Mo's past, but he still waited quietly, because he knew in his heart that what Master Mo wanted to say was obviously not this, and his past should be just an introduction.

Sure enough, after a moment of silence, Mo Zaiti's faint voice sounded in the room again.