Three hundred and seventy-three invitations were made
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Walking to the door of the inn, Du Qi turned around and saw that the two monks, Pu Cong and Zongqing, who had already finished eating the noodles, were still sitting in their original positions, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Have the two masters changed their original intentions and are not ready to follow us?" â
Pu Cong said: "Isn't this what you want? â
Du Qi said with a smile: "Where did the master come from, I see that the master has a deep prejudice against us, and he seems to be unwilling to see us leave, in order to relieve the doubts of the two masters, I have to remind the master." â
Maybe it was because they heard the conversation of Du Qi and the others just now, or maybe they saw that Du Qi and the others were not as embarrassed as they imagined the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper of the inn, Pu Cong and Zong Qing had some changes in their views on Du Qi and the others, and when they heard Du Qi's words, Zong Qing said: "Amitabha! The donor can honestly invite the poor monks to accompany him, and it is not a bad thing to want to come and go, but I hope that the donor will clean himself and do good deeds in the world, Amitabha! â
Du Qi said: "So, the two masters are really not going to go with us?" â
Zong Qing said: "Although the poor monk brother has nothing to do, it is inconvenient to follow the donor." â
Du Qi said: "However, if there are no two masters to supervise, if we do something unforgivable in a moment's confusion, wouldn't it hurt the two masters?" â
Zong Qing said puzzledly: "Amitabha! What the donor has nothing to do with the poor monks, how can he harm the poor monks? â
Du Qi said: "The two masters know that we are not good people, and we are more likely to do evil here, but the master didn't think to stop it at all, but turned a deaf ear, isn't this the master intentionally indulging in evil?" â
Zong Qing said: "Amitabha! Does the donor mean that the poor monks will take you down now, so that you will not leave this place and have the opportunity to do evil? â
Du Qi said: "Definitely! I'm just going to ask the Master to come and supervise us, so that the Master can rightfully protect the Golden Flower Girl? â
Zong Qing said puzzledly: "Amitabha! Why did the donor have such a strange idea? However, it is impossible for a poor monk to follow the benefactor for a moment? Besides, doing good and evil is all in one's own thoughts, and it is not a long-term solution to always ask for supervision.
Du Qi said: "We originally liked to be willful, and we don't know that there are good things to do, just now I saw the two masters are very majestic, so I want to change the evil from the good, in order to be as majestic as the master, but we are worried that we can't control ourselves, so we asked the two masters to temporarily supervise us for a period of time, and then leave after we are used to doing good deeds, isn't this more meritorious than the two masters doing good deeds everywhere?" â
Zong Qing said: "Amitabha! What the benefactor said was very true, but it was just ......"
Without waiting for Zong Qing to finish speaking, Pu Cong hurriedly shouted: "Nothing is just more than that, senior brother, let's follow their words and go and see what tricks they are going to play!" â
Du Qi smiled: "That's right, two masters, please!" â
Zong Qing said helplessly: "Amitabha! Donor please! â
Du Qi was about to move, turned around again, and looked at Zong Qing, Pu Cong and Yi, Wang and the others: "Everyone just follow me, pay attention to concealment along the way and do not expose your whereabouts, don't be impulsive in case of trouble, and don't act rashly, otherwise, the chaos may not end, and it will be us who will suffer at that time." â
Yi, Wang and the others all looked at the golden flower and no one made a sound, but Zong Qing raised his eyebrows and sang: "Amitabha! Pu Cong also sang along: "Amitabha! â
Ma Yuxiao slowed down, waited for Pu Cong to come closer, and said to him with a smile: "Master Pu Cong, your Buddha name is much better than Master Zongqing, why don't you always hang on your lips like Master Zongqing?" â
Hearing this, Pu Cong said a little shyly: "The female benefactor is so beautiful!" Are you telling the truth? Amitabha! â
Ma Yuxiao still smiled and said, "Of course what I said is true, don't you think?" It's really good! â
Pu Cong's eyes suddenly became a little messy when he looked at Ma Yuxiao, and after several struggles, he finally moved away, he took a deep breath, and shouted and sang with a little frivolity: "Amitabha! He didn't seem to be used to Ma Yuxiao next to him, and in the sound of the Buddha's horn, Pu Cong suddenly accelerated his pace and fled forward, as if he was worried that Ma Yuxiao was still following him, and looked back while moving forward, stepped on a pit in a panic, and almost fell.
Seeing Pu Cong's embarrassed appearance, Ma Yuxiao couldn't help but giggle out loud, and then said to Zong Qing who was walking beside her: "Master Zongqing, the little woman has something unclear, can you ask for advice?" â
Zong Qing looked at Ma Yuxiao vigilantly, but seeing that she was smiling like a flower, as if opening on his heart, a fresh and gorgeous feeling suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, why didn't he realize that she was so good-looking just now? Thoughts jumped involuntarily looking forward, only to see the backs of those women all graceful and graceful, like a beautiful scenery shining in front of him, Zong Qing suddenly felt that his heart was rippling, his whole body seemed to be weak, and his consciousness seemed to no longer belong to him, and he involuntarily said: "Amitabha!" Female benefactor, please speak! â
Ma Yuxiao still smiled and said: "Listen to Master Pucong call Master Pucong as Senior Brother, and Master Pucong calls Master Pucong Senior Brother, who is Senior Brother in the end?" â
Zong Qing seemed to be slightly disappointed and said, "Amitabha! 'Senior Brother' is just an honorific title, and has no other meaning, and it doesn't matter who the real Senior Brother is. â
Ma Yuxiao said again: "But the little woman heard that people in all sects and sects of Dafan pay great attention to the distinction between generations, even if they are peers, the elders and young are also very clear, or the first to enter the first, or to the elderly, Shaolin Temple has a long history, it is the Buddha Niu's ear, the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, this distinction between respect and inferiority should be more strict, but the master and the master Pucong don't seem to care about these at all, I don't know why?" â
Listening to Ma Yuxiao's pleasant voice, Zong Qing didn't know where he was, but patiently explained: "Amitabha! The poor monk and the Pucong brother were both orphans before they became monks, and they didn't know their real age at all, because the teachers were different, and they didn't bother to care about who got started first, so the poor monks had to respect Pu Cong's senior brother as the senior brother, and the same was true for the Pucong senior brother. â
Ma Yuxiao suddenly said: "So that's the case, it's really interesting, hehe, hello senior brother!" â
Seeing that Ma Yuxiao didn't seem to have any questions to ask him again, Zong Qing suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart, and said without words: "Amitabha! What questions does the female benefactor still have to understand? â