When Song Jian arrived at the airport, two monks, an old man and a young monk, were standing outside the airport, expressionless.

The old monk looked solemn, and the young monk carried a box on his shoulder, although he also wanted not to squint, but it was obvious that he could not do the master's concentration, and a pair of eyes were crooked from time to time, staring at the thighs of the woman wearing hot pants in the past.

Pedestrians passing by around saw these two people and also looked sideways.

"There are so many monks who have this idea, and now they will all take a plane."

"Hey, what's so strange about this, the monks all go to the KTV box to tease the princess."

"Okay, we're going to be late, these two monks are still quite similar, much better than those who peddle amulets on the street."

Song Jian just got out of the car, and when he heard these discussions, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, these two monks were really shot while standing, if those people knew that these two people were true Buddhist disciples who had learned something, they would probably be dumbfounded. In these years, it is not easy to meet the true monk.

Song Jian stepped forward and greeted the two monks.

"Hello masters," Song Jian clasped his hands together, "I'm sorry to trouble the two masters." ”

"It's good to be safe," the old monk glanced at Song Jian.

His eyes were like torches, shooting straight at the bottom of Song Jian's heart.

Song Jian knew that this old monk was an old monster with a high-level internal qi realm, and it was estimated that he didn't usually go out of the temple gate, and this time he sent medicine to Song Jian, which was a big deal, so he personally went out, after all, these medicines were worth more than 200 million, and the consignment fee was nearly 300 million. The little monk next to him was about twenty years old, and he was at the peak level of dark energy. Obviously, the concentration is not enough, it is estimated that I have not been out of the gate of the temple a few times, and at this moment, there is still some novelty in this colorful world.

"The two masters, please get on the bus, I will book a plane ticket as soon as possible and arrange for the two masters to return." Song Kendo.

The young monk didn't speak, the old monk shook his head, and said, "Take me to Tiger Hill, I want to meet an old acquaintance, the matter of air tickets." Don't worry about it. ”

Song Jian was slightly stunned. "Dare to ask the master, but go to see the master of the clouds?"

"Exactly," the old monk nodded.

Song Jian was a little hesitant, he didn't know the relationship between this old monk and Yunkong. Monk Yunkong escaped from the monastery back then. He was convicted of stealing the Book of Changes. The monks of Shaolin Temple were chased from Henan to Gusu City, if it wasn't for the ancestor of the soldiers, maybe the old monk of Yunkong would have been escorted back to Shaolin Temple to be punished. This old monk doesn't want to settle accounts after the autumn.

The old monk glanced at Song Jian and said, "Master Song don't worry, I am the traitor's uncle, and before his master dies, let me give him a few words." ”

When Song Jian heard this, he hurriedly nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take the two of you to Yunyan Temple now." ”

Monks naturally can't lie, let alone old monks with a high status.

When the Land Rover arrived at Yunyan Temple, Song Jian personally carried the medicine box and took the two old monks towards the residence of the Yunkong monk.

When he arrived at the residence of the monk Yunkong, Yunkong had already sensed the arrival of the master, and he was standing outside the small courtyard, waiting quietly.

Seeing the old monk's face, Yunkong's body trembled, and he was already indifferent to the past, and he was also excited at this moment.

"Yunkong, you come, before your master dies, let me bring you a few words," the old monk walked towards Yunkong.

Hearing this, Yunkong nodded, fell to his knees with a thud, folded his hands, and waited quietly.

The old monk walked up to Yunkong and whispered a few words softly.

The old monk of Yunkong suddenly bent over and pounded the ground, howling and crying, it seems that a child who has been wronged for many years, after seeing his mother, after knowing that his grievances have been forgiven, the depression that has been suppressed for a long time finally broke out.

Song Jian quietly retreated, he didn't want to get involved in these things, carrying the medicine box, Song Jian walked outside the Yunyan Temple, after thinking about it, Song Jian decided to take a look at Xiaoman first.

I don't know what happened to Xiaoman, her mother and Hao Bei are estimated to have moved outside to live and fly together, and she doesn't know if it's good or not.

Walking towards Xiaoman's residence in the northwest corner, this place was obviously a lot more lively, Song Jian was slightly puzzled, he looked towards Xiaoman's house, and saw a bunch of bald monks surrounded outside the house.

Song Jian was afraid that Xiao Man would be bullied, so he strode over, and heard Xiao Man's voice sound: "Master Jingyuan, this is your reward, take it." ”

"Hey, thank you Miss Xiaoman," a fat monk reluctantly left the crowd, holding a sachet in his hand and smirking.

Song Jian was a little puzzled and said, "Dare to ask the master, is it sending sachets over there?" ”

The fat monk glanced at Song Jian, and when he saw that Song Jian's eyebrows were clear, there was hostility in his heart, he shook his head and said, "Of course it's not free, it's to do work, so don't think about it." ”

Song Jian pursed his lips and walked towards the crowd, all the people were around a small window, inside the window, Xiao Man was sitting in the room, checking something, and these monks outside, everyone was holding a piece of paper in their hands.

"Master Jingfang, I'm sorry, these questions you are looking for are different from the ones I came up with, what I want is the scriptures about the Xuan Qi of Heaven and Earth and the Supreme Reason of the Dharma Circle, but you, this is about the self-cultivation of the human body in the "Diamond Sutra", so I can't give you a reward." Xiao Man inside said seriously.

"Haha, Jingfang, go back and continue your homework."

"Yes, yes, I've said it, you can't do it, you don't usually study hard, and now you regret it."

"Hey, hey, it's me, it's me, Miss Xiaoman, look at the paragraph I helped you find."

Another monk in a monk's robe squeezed through.

Xiao Man glanced at it a few times and said, "Well, Master Jingshan, you are looking for it too well, this is five thousand yuan, and there is a sachet reward," Xiao Man handed a red envelope to an old monk in his thirties.

The old monk smiled, and when he took the sachet, he touched Xiaoman's little hand by the way.

Xiaoman didn't care.

The Jingshan monk is already very comfortable.

Song Jian understood, and he squeezed through. knocked on the door and said, "Xiaoman, I'm Song Jian, come and see you." ”

When Xiao Man in the room heard this, he immediately said to the monks outside: "Masters, let's go here today, and come back tomorrow to exchange." ”

After speaking, Xiao Man "clicked" the window, then ran to the door and opened the security door.

Many monks sighed and left.

Xiao Manyi, who was wearing a white lily skirt, pulled Song Jian. Pulled Song Jian into the house. Then he closed the door again.

Now Xiaoman is even plump, there is no trace of disease at all, and her round little face is pink and tender, more beautiful than her mother. And Xiaoman's chest also began to develop. Before suffering due to illness. Song Jian's visual inspection is only about A cup, after all, the spleen and stomach are not good, and it is impossible to accumulate fat. Now there is B+, although the development time is a little late, but it should not be a problem to rise to C, after all, Xiaoman's mother, that is an unusually plump woman.

"Brother Song Jian, you finally came to see me," Xiao Man took Song Jian's arm and asked Song Jian to sit on the sofa, while she went to make a glass of water for Song Jian.

Song Jian looked at the room, and suddenly felt that he was too careless, and it seemed too inappropriate to throw a woman like Xiaoman in the temple.

"What about your mother?" Song Jian asked.

She ...... The honeymoon is gone," Xiao Man pouted, put the teacup in front of Song Jian, and sat down beside Song Jian.

“…… I won't take you with me," Song Jian smiled bitterly, "It's my fault to let you stay here alone." By the way, what are you asking them to look for? ”

Xiao Man waved a red notebook in his hand, and said: "It is some of the views of the Buddhists on the formation, Buddhism was very prosperous in our Huaxia country, and occasionally by chance, I found that there were many old monks in the history of Buddhism, and they had a deep study of the formation, so I had this idea, let these monk masters go through all kinds of Buddhist classics, if there is something I need, I will give them money, but they don't seem to be very keen on money, but prefer sachets, bracelets and other gadgets, So I'm going to give them these rewards. ”

Song Jian nodded, understood, he suddenly remembered that he had just bought a book about formation from the auction, but the language and words in the book were too obscure and difficult to understand, and Song Jian couldn't understand it for a while, so he could just let Xiao Man and Ling Su help translate.

"Xiao Man, thank you very much," Song Jian knew that part of the reason why Xiao Man was tirelessly studying those formations was for him.

Xiao Man laughed, "It's okay, Brother Song Jian, you just need to come and see Xiao Man often." ”

Song Jian nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes." He didn't feel a little embarrassed, this Xiaoman was really straightforward enough to speak.

Song Jian was about to take Xiao Man out of the temple when there was a knock on the door outside.

Xiao Man walked over and opened the door, and there was an old monk with a white beard standing outside.

"Master Abbot, why are you here? Come and sit," Xiao Man recognized this monk as the abbot of Yunyan Temple.

When the old abbot saw Song Jian, he folded his hands towards Song Jian and said hello, but he didn't sit down, but had a sad face.

Song Jian saw that the old abbot had something to say, and said with a smile: "If the master has any orders, just say it." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare," the abbot hurriedly said, although he is the abbot of Yunyan Temple, his status is much lower than that of Master Yunkong, and he also knows that Song Jian is the gold master of Yunyan Temple, and he will not easily offend Song Jian, "That's the case, old man...... The old man has a request, it is...... It's about the little girl. ”

Xiao Man was puzzled: "If the abbot has anything to say, just say it." ”

The abbot was puzzled: "This ...... These words are really hard to say, but ...... That's it, let's talk about it, Miss Xiaoman, Mr. Song, it's like this, this ...... Little Manchu girl, can you move out of the monastery to live? ”

Xiao Man pouted and said, "Master Abbot, what do you mean by this?" Didn't I pay the money? ”

The abbot hurriedly said: "No, no, you are all guests of the Yunkong Master, how dare I be embarrassed." It's just, this ...... Miss Xiaoman, you have also seen that since you came, my disciples have not had the heart to recite the scriptures and worship the Buddha, they have been around Miss Xiaoman all day long, this ...... The impact is always bad. ”

Xiao Man was about to speak, but Song Jian had already stood up and said, "Master, we will move out as soon as possible, and we will cause trouble to the master." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare, if you need anything, please command," the abbot said and left.

Xiaoman was very unhappy.

Song Jian smiled and said, "Let's go, take you to meet someone, and you will live with her in the future." (To be continued.) )