Rakshasa opened his eyes and muttered, "Am I dead?"

Yankong and Chen Jingshu stopped arguing, and when Yankong saw that Rakshasa had woken up, he was afraid that he would not have a chance to make a move after she recovered, so he waved his palm at her without saying more. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Rakshasa just woke up, his eyes were misty, where could he react, and he was about to be killed by Yankong, and suddenly Chen Jingshu blocked Yankong with a palm, although the little monk was authentic, but after all, it was not difficult for Chen Jingshu to block the little monk.

"Do you have to stop me today?" shouted Yankong.

Although Chen Jingshu blocked Yankong, his heart was in turmoil, and he was slightly frightened when he saw the little monk's angry appearance, "What am I doing?" Chen Jingshu couldn't help but ask herself, "Why should I save her?" The little monk is right, if there is no evil person like her, then how can my father die. It's better for this person to die. ”

Rakshasa finally saw the person in front of him clearly, and Yankong's fierce eyes made his originally weak body cough uncontrollably.

"But with such a powerless chicken, does she really want to do it?" Chen Jingshu didn't look at Rakshasa and stared at Yankong and said, "Do you really want to kill her, even if she is a patient who has no resistance?"

"She's a bad guy who does a lot of evil!" said Yankong angrily.

Rakshasa struggled to sit up and said, "Do you want revenge, then just do it!" he coughed and said this sentence with difficulty, and his body was already sweating when he sat up.

"You ?!......" Chen Jingshu couldn't help but glance at Rakshasa more, only to see that although his face was pale, he was fearless, "Why are you ......?"

A gust of wind "whew" came out with his palm in the air, "Give back my senior brother's life!"

"Stop!" suddenly a majestic voice at the door shouted. Monk Yongjing walked in, pointed at the little monk and said, "Yankong, you have been getting more and more disagreeable lately, do you know what the five confusions and three poisons are?"

"But she killed her brother......" Yankong pointed to Rakshasa and said.

"What are the five confusions and three poisons?" Yongjing's face was expressionless, but his voice was so majestic that people didn't dare to resist it.

Yankong lowered his head and said slowly: "Greed, anger, stupidity, slowness, and suspicion are the five confusions, and among them, greed, hatred and ignorance are the three poisons?"

"Why do you know what to do?" said Yong Jing sharply.

The little monk was aggrieved and silent. Yongjing said again: "Reflect on yourself, if I tell you about your violation of the precepts, Senior Brother Abbot, I'm afraid you will have to go to the back mountain to reflect for a month!"

The little monk raised his head violently and said, "Why does Uncle Shi also protect this bad person, she is obviously the murderer of Senior Brother!" Tears flowed down his face, crying and running out of the room!

"Yankong ......" Chen Jingshu wanted to chase him out, but he thought that Yankong was angry, and he was chasing him out, but he was afraid that it would anger him even more. Just watching this thin, short back melt into the darkness outside the house.

The teacher and nephew were young and ignorant, which frightened the two female benefactors. Yongjing apologized.

Chen Jingshu was silent, and Rakshasa asked, "Why did you save me?"

Yongjing said: "Amitabha, although the female benefactor has done many evils, how can my Buddha be merciful and not save him? As he spoke, he turned his head to Chen Jing and said, "Female donor, it is quite inconvenient for me to have no other women in Shaolin Temple to take care of her, so today I bother the female donor to do a favor, and save someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter." Good, good!"

"Do you think that after saving me, I will be grateful to you and turn against you to help you?" came the faint voice of the rakshasa.

Monk Yongqing smiled lightly, and his white eyebrows seemed to be shaking with laughter, "The female Shi wants to think so, and it's not bad to turn against each other! Although my Shaolin Temple is benevolent, if you don't oppress me like this, Shaolin will be retribution, I'm afraid that if I come a few more times, my Shaolin will be destroyed, and the old monk just wants to find a clean place to chant the scriptures, and accompany the ancient Buddha for the rest of his body. But you can't leave me a clean place, so the old monk has to kick you out and restore peace to the Shaolin Temple!"

Rakshasa was speechless by Yongjing's words, and Yongjing said: "The temple is in tatters, and the old monk has to deal with the broken tiles and eaves so as not to disturb the female benefactor's rest." With that, Yongjing walked out.

There were two women left in the house, and the two of them were relatively speechless, so Chen Jingshu was about to walk out of the house.

"Thank you just now!" came a weak voice.

"Thank me for what?" Chen Jingshu looked back at the bloodless face.

"Nothing!" Rakshasa lowered his head and walked through the Ghost Gate, the heart-rending pain in his chest Rakshasa didn't want to bear anymore, "Maybe it's right to live." After all, if you're dead, you're nothing!" she muttered.

"Since it's okay, then I'm leaving!" Although Chen Jingshu saved him, he couldn't have a good impression of her, obviously a bad person.

"Wait!" Just as Chen Jingshu was about to walk out, Rakshasa suddenly stopped her, "Can you talk to me?"

"Why, why?" said Yan Kong, slamming his palm on the big oak tree. But the oak tree, ten times older than him, did not move, but only a stump leaf fell and taunted him gently. Yankong looked up and pointed to the dark leaves in the night and said, "I obviously didn't do anything wrong, why do you want to oppose me!" Yankong kicked hard at the oak tree. But his feet were hurt by the hard bark of the oak tree, and he burst into tears, and all the grief and anger in his heart were vented while crying: "You all think I'm too young and ignorant." You look down on me! I ...... Woo wow wow!" "Anyway, there was no one around at night, and the other monks were busy, and the little monk simply cried more and more.

"You are really not ashamed that such a big person is still crying......" Suddenly a voice came into Yankong's ears. Yankong stopped crying and looked around to see where there was someone, and when he heard the voice, he said, "Who is here?"

"Where are you looking, here!" said the sound of rustling branches overhead.

Yankong looked up carefully, and saw that there was a person hidden in the dark leaves, so he asked: "Who are you, why are you secretly hiding here......" The little monk blushed when he thought of this, if the senior brothers knew that they were crying today, they were afraid that they would become a laughing stock again.

"Who is hiding here, I was sleeping well in the tree, I don't know where it came from, the little monk who is not ashamed, wow, the ghost crying wolf woke me up. "The man in the tree.

Yankong heard that this voice was a little familiar, it was Xiao Lang's voice that breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately he was not seen by the people in the temple, so he said: "I didn't cry, I just ...... I just ......," the little monk couldn't think of any reason for a moment, "I was just annoyed that this oak tree grew so tall and scolded him severely." Where there is crying, you heard it wrong. ”

Xiao Lang's lazy voice came: "Since it wasn't you who cried, where did the voice come from just now?"

The little monk said: "How do I know, it must be that the oak tree can't stand me scolding it and it cries!"

"You really know how to laugh, why does the big tree cry without a mouth?"

"Hmph, you don't know this!" Yankong mocked, "Our Shaolin Temple oak tree has lived for a long, long time, and it will become a fine tree long ago." Don't talk about crying, he will eat people who sleep on his branches!"

"Hahaha! You little monk is still scary, it's really funny!" Xiao Lang laughed.

"I didn't bluff anyone!" Yankong blushed, this is what Senior Brother Yande once scared himself who was hiding under the tree to play. Thinking of this, he was silent again!

Xiao Lang saw that Yankong suddenly made no noise, probed out and took a look: "Do you want the little monk to come up and sit down!

"Not really!" Yankong heard Xiao Lang taunting him where he could stand it, so he jumped up the tree, and climbed higher than Xiao Lang before finding a suitable tree trunk to sit down.

"I'm also a little bit capable. Xiao Lang praised.

"Hmph!" the little monk raised his head haughtily in disdain.

Xiao Lang chuckled and asked, "Who made you angry?"

Yankong's expression darkened when he heard Xiao Lang's question, "Can I ask you a question?"

"It's not big, it's not small!

Yankong didn't answer and said to himself: "Am I very in the way, I often worry about the master, am I not very bad?"

"Do you really want to know?" Xiao Lang said!

Yankong nodded.

"That's right, you're a little guy who gets in the way, is reckless, and has nowhere to go. Yankong's expression was even darker when he heard this, "But on the other hand, you are in the way because you are kind and upright, and you are reckless because you are brave and fearless." Although you seem to be useless, you are an admirable little monk!"

"Really?" Yankong looked up, his originally red eyes glowing!

"Really!" Xiao Lang smiled. "But if you change 'nothing is good' to 'there is a place', then you can be praised!"

"You're nowhere!" said Yankong suddenly.

"What a little monk who is not big or small!

"Hello Uncle Xiao!"

"How do you speak, I'm not that old?" Thinking that the uncles in Yankong were all seventy or eighty years old, Jiang Yun's heart sank.

"You look like you're thirty years old, isn't it wrong for me to call you uncle?"

"Stinky ghost, I'm only twenty-four years old, no, your brother Xiao is eighteen years old this year, ......"