Han Quercus rode on a high horse, his eyes were rolling around, especially when he saw something good, he did not hesitate to buy it. I only had to work hard for the guards, in this crowded place, I had to protect the safety of my master, and I had to be careful not to collide with pedestrians, and I had to hold the gnat, cricket jar, sugar man clay statue, and windmill lantern bought by the young master in my arms.

At this time, the eyes of the young master of Han Oak were nailed to the body of a hawthorn gourd selling sugar, and Xu Er went to buy a bunch of the largest and reddest ones and handed them to Han Quercus, who grinned sweeter than honey. Just as he was about to take a bite, he saw an old monk on the side of the road holding a little monk, the little monk was only four or five years old, fat and white, and two big black eyes were looking at the sugar gourd in Han Que's hand without blinking, and a shiny saliva had dripped uncontrollably.

Han Oak looked at this simple little monk interestingly, so he handed the sugar gourd to the little monk.

The old monk stroked the little monk's bald head lovingly, waved his hand and said, "Amitabha, thank you little donor." The little monk's face was as red as a big apple, and his round head and head were very cute, and the more he looked like the old monk's face was sallow and old.

Han Li smiled, returned the salute, and walked away with the others. But he didn't know that the old monk looked at his back and secretly recited the Buddha in his heart, and then took the little monk who was gnawing on the sugar gourd and walked away quietly.

It's easy to wait for the young master of Han Oak to get tired of shopping, Xu Er chose the largest restaurant according to the meaning of Young Master Han Oak, and ate up and down with a round belly. When they arrived at the door of the largest inn in Guangzhou City and were about to stay, they found that the two monks they met in the afternoon, one old and one young, were standing outside the inn.

When the old monk saw Han Quercus, he saluted and said, "Little benefactor, the poor monk and apprentice have been waiting for a long time. ”

Han Oak pointed to his nose and wondered, "Wait for me?" ”

The old monk nodded indifferently, if it weren't for the sick look on his face, this appearance would be quite like a high-ranking monk.

Han Li asked, "Old monk, what are you waiting for me to do?" ”

The old monk replied peacefully, "I will take you as an apprentice." ”

Han Oak choked on a mouthful of saliva into his throat: "I don't know how to be a monk!" Feed! Old monk, did you deceive this little monk like this? ”

Xu Er drank: "Where did the wild monk come from, when he saw that my young master was benevolent, he dared to come and fool him!" Let's go! Otherwise, you will have no way back! He said in his heart: This old monk is really an old birthday star who eats arsenic - he is killing himself. It's not that I don't remind you, I don't know how you died later!

The old monk didn't move his brows: "Naturally not." Little donor, I have a master-apprentice relationship with you, so I came to enlighten you. You were born with fragrance, and you were born different. If you don't resolve it, I am afraid it will not be the blessing of the world. ”

Han Quercus narrowed his eyes: Born of fragrance? Born different? This old monk really has some way.

He nodded at Xu Er: "It's not convenient to talk here, please ask the master and apprentice to come in and talk." ”

Xu Er frowned and said, "Young Master, the origin of this monk is unknown......

Han Oak nodded: "I care, you can rest assured, the person who can deceive me has not been born yet." I don't want him to pat his chest and say such a big thing, which makes the people around him laugh when they hear it. I don't know whose family this little kid is, he must have stolen out by himself, he is small and easy to deceive, not the best fat sheep here!

The group entered the inn and chartered a small courtyard with a single courtyard.

Han Li took the old monk and apprentice straight into the upper room, and didn't say much when he entered the door, the big lama sat on the main seat, and then asked: "Old monk, tell me, what is the fate of master and apprentice between me and you?" ”

The old monk did not speak, but only stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the tabletop, and the rosewood marble tabletop silently left a palm print.

Quercus gasped. The old monk said, "Can I be your master?" ”

Han Oak nodded like a chicken chattering rice, quickly stood up, respectfully invited the old monk to take a seat, and poured tea and water for the old monk: "Master, can the apprentice learn your kung fu?" ”

Seeing him so naturally respectful, even the indifferent old monk couldn't help laughing: "It's okay, but you need to apprentice first." ”

Han Oak bargained with a hippie smile: "Let's say it first, I worship you as a teacher, but I don't want to be a monk with you." Also,"

He pointed to the little monk: "I am older than him, and he wants to call me senior brother." ”

The old monk said with a smile: "The disciples of the monks do not necessarily have to follow the monks, and there are also lay disciples. It's him," he pointed to the little monk, "he hasn't been ordained either, and he's still a lay disciple." It's just that he is the first to get started before you, how can you be a senior brother? ”

Han Quercus wrinkled his nose and asked, "Then do you have any other apprentices?" ”

The old monk shook his head: "Lao Qu has never accepted disciples in his life, and he only met the two of you in his later years, and it was also fate, so he had the idea of accepting disciples." ”

When Han Oak heard this, he immediately shook his head firmly and said, "If I want to worship you as a teacher, I must be a senior brother!" ”

In these years, who wants to be the second senior brother!

Han Quercus rolled his eyes, and openly took out the Hu cake he had just bought in the market from his arms to seduce the little monk: "If you call me senior brother, I will give you the cake." Well, there are also chicken legs, sugar cakes, and dim sum, as long as you call me senior brother, I will buy them for you! ”

The little monk was drooling from Han Oak's series of food, and hurriedly nodded: "Call Senior Brother Senior Brother!" Senior brother, I still want to eat sugar gourds! ”

It was only when "Journey to the West" became popular that the little monk knew that he had memorized the name of the second senior brother for a lifetime for a little food, and he hated the cunning of Han Quercus without mentioning it.

The old monk shook his head when he saw this, and went with them.

Fortunately, the apprenticeship here is very simple: as long as the oak lies on the ground and honestly kowtows nine times.

Han Oak didn't say a word, knelt on the ground and kowtowed nine times. Standing up, he stretched out his hand and smiled at the old monk: "Master, give me a greeting gift!" ”

Han Li looked at the "ancient book" in his hand that would drop the slag as soon as the wind blew, and said with a sad face: "Master, can you still read this book?" Can you give me something else? ”

As a result, Han Oak not only did not take other gifts, but instead accepted a hot potato: Han Oak didn't even ask for the master's Dharma name, and the old monk fell ill. To be exact, it was after giving the ancient book to the oak that it fell.

Han Oak later suspected that the master just felt that he couldn't hold it anymore, so he grabbed the passing Han Oak and left the little monk alone. Whatever fate is, it's all!

As soon as the old monk lay down, Han Quercus was dumbfounded. This is good, I haven't even learned the kung fu I want to learn, and I have to serve the old monk's illness, and I have to take care of the little monk's mouth.