Yang Yi's eyes rolled, and he suddenly smiled: "Master, what the Buddha said is fate, I didn't hear the Buddha preach to me, which proves that I have no fate with the Buddha......"

"But I heard the master chanting the scriptures, and you just introduced me to the sources of these scriptures, you can't deny it, it proves that we are destined......"

Monk Shi Yuan opened his mouth, and after a long time, he couldn't say a single reason to refute, where would he have thought that Yang Yi would be so smart.

Now that the words are spoken, what else can I do?

Monk Shi Yuan was noncommittal, his face with a slight wrinkle was as waveless as an ancient well, and Yang Yi looked at him carefully, intending to guess what he was thinking.

But it failed, this monk is an old monster who has lived for more than one hundred and twenty years, and he can't count the waves he has experienced, how can he write his thoughts on his face?

That's obviously impossible.

After a while, Yang Yi asked tentatively, "Master? Are you talking? You can't be asleep, right? Oh I'll go, I can fall asleep here......"

Yang Yigang wanted to walk up to Monk Shi Yuan and open his eyes to see, Monk Shi Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and said lightly: "Donor, this matter is in the mind of the poor monk, let's not rush to talk about it for the time being......"

"Can you not be in a hurry? I'm almost ......" Of course Yang Yi was not happy, but when he met the gaze of Monk Shi Yuan, he had to nod aggrievedly in agreement, "Okay, whatever the master says is what it is, I believe that the master will not be able to speak......"

"Donor come with me, the poor monk will take you to appreciate my Buddhist classics......" Monk Shi Yuan beckoned, took the lead to the side of the bookshelf, turned around, and said to Yang Yi, "Donor, please see, this is the "Diamond Sutra", which is a thousand-year-old secret book of Laolin Temple, which tells the great success of Buddhism and is the supreme Buddhist classic......"

"Good things, good things...... Yang Yi took the "Diamond Sutra" off the shelf, opened it and read a few pages, but then suddenly raised his head and glared at Monk Shi Yuan, and spread out the book, "You tease me, right?" This is obviously written in pen and script, can it be a thousand-year-old cheat? Although I don't read much, I also know that a thousand years ago there were no fountain pens......"

"Uh......" Monk Shi Yuan was stunned and said embarrassedly, "What, this is not the original, it was copied by the poor monk who entered the Laolin Temple on a dark and windy night......"

"Thief?" Yang Yi blinked, this monk is too interesting, right? He became a thief.

Unexpectedly, Monk Shi Yuan waved his hand solemnly, and said: "The donor's words are wrong, how can such a secret book be in a corner, the poor monk just let it be carried forward, and at the same time learn the knowledge inside......

"Isn't this still a thief?" Yang Yi felt that there was no difference.

Monk Shi Yuan waved his hand: "This bookshelf is full of precious secrets of Laolin Temple, and the poor monk has been lurking in Laolin Temple for more than a few months, and he has finally learned this knowledge......

Yang Yi pursed his lips, what the do you have to show off? When you become a thief, you are afraid that the world will not know, show off here, is there anything wrong with this monk?

"This is the secret book of Rongbu Temple......" Monk Shi Yuan walked to another small bookshelf and spoke again.

"This is Emei's ......"

"It's ......"

"It's ......"

"And these ......"

Yang Yi was dumbfounded, he didn't know what to say for a long time, looking at the piles of Buddhist classics in front of him, he only felt that he had entered a bandit's den.

He asked blankly, "Master...... How did you steal so much? ”

"Isn't the poor monk very capable?" Monk Shi Yuan held his hands behind his back, straightened his waist, and looked proud.

Yang Yi shook his head: "I think you're thick-skinned, and you're addicted to being a thief......"

"Uh...... What do you know, good things are meant to be shared, how can you keep them private? Monk Shi Yuan said dissatisfied.

Yang Yi grabbed a classic book and put it in his arms: "Then you can also share some with me, I will take a few of these books with me, what do you think......"

"No, no, no"

"Cut, stingy ......"

After wandering for a long time, Monk Shi Yuan said the theme, and he smiled slightly: "Donor, what do you think of the poor monk's collection?" ”

"There are many, it is estimated that most of the Buddhist classics in the world are here with you......"

"Do you have any ideas about the donor?" Monk Shi Yuan's smile became brighter and brighter, and he seemed to be very satisfied with Yang Yi's answer.

Yang Yi was stunned and said, "What can you think?" I don't have any other idea than to call the police and arrest you, the thief......"

"I'm ......" Monk Shi Yuan was speechless for a while, and then sighed faintly for a while, "Why don't you understand the meaning of the poor monk?" Is...... You can't teach a child, and you can't ...... it."

"Stop, this sentence is not Buddhist, it is from Confucius, his old man, and ah, I really don't understand what you mean, master, could it be...... Want me to become a monk? Yang Yi made a joke that was not big or small.

Unexpectedly, Monk Shi Yuan nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "That's what the poor monk means, isn't it beautiful that you are my disciple and will always accompany the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha here from now on?" ”

"Beautiful sister, I'm not happy to kill me......" Yang Yi was anxious, burst into foul language, and roared, "I'm a fucking layman, it's hard to give up the dust, I can't be a monk, master, don't have any more ideas, it's best ......to treat me quickly."

"If you want to cure a disease, you have to worship me as a teacher...... "Monk Shi Yuan held his head high arrogantly, and he did not allow the slightest discussion.

Yang Yi scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, this monk is sick, Lao Tzu has a grudge against you, you have to cross me.

"Master, don't make a fuss, okay? I really can't do it, I'm just a rough man, I can't do such an elegant thing......"

"There is nothing difficult in the world, only afraid of people with hearts......" Monk Shi Yuan smiled slightly.

"Did I steal your chickens in my last life? You're taking revenge on me like this? ”

"How can you and me, mortals, know about the things of the previous life?"

Yang Yi ran out of options, sat on the ground, smoked a cigarette, and sighed: "Then why do you want me to become a monk?" Seeing that I am so handsome, jealous? ”

"It's just a stinky skin, what is there for the poor monk to be jealous of?" Monk Shi Yuan said with a smile, "The poor monk has lived for more than one hundred and twenty years, and he has no disciples, he just wants to find someone to teach the mantle......

"So you found me?" Yang Yi pointed to his nose and secretly scolded himself for being unlucky.

"Yes, the poor monk sees that you are intelligent, highly perceptive, eloquent, and skillful, so you can be a talent!"

"There's no other way to go?" Yang Yi raised his eyebrows.

Let him become a monk, eat vegetarian dishes all day long, and face a book of Buddhist scriptures, it is better to kill him, Yang Yi thinks that he does not have the patience to be a monk for a day.

Monk Shi Yuan didn't speak, he shook his head, the meaning was obvious.

Yang Yi played with the lighter in his hand, lit it all of a sudden, and asked again: "Master, is there really no other way to choose?" ”

"No ......"

"Oops, it's so cold, I'm freezing to death, I really want to raise the temperature......" Yang Yi got up from the ground and said as he walked to the nearest bookshelf with a lighter.

Monk Shi Yuan's eyelids jumped, and he secretly said in his heart that something was wrong, he seemed to have guessed what Yang Yi wanted to do, and hurriedly scolded: "Don't ask for nonsense ...... don't be."

"What's the nonsense, I just want to burn a few books to heat up, and the master is distressed?" Yang Yi said with a smile.

Monk Shi Yuan has a feeling that his lifeline is under the control of others, Nima, this kid is too ruthless, this is a classic that Lao Tzu copied with great difficulty, if this is burned by you, wouldn't Lao Tzu live in vain for most of his life?

Amitabha, have a good chat......

Monk Shi Yuan took a deep breath, tried his best to calm himself, and said nervously: "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, if you have something to say, let's sit down and discuss it slowly, there will always be a solution, isn't it?" ”

"But the master has just said that there is no room for negotiation......

"This ...... The method is thought up by man, and the rules are set by man......"

"Ha, the master is really joking......" Yang Yi suddenly grabbed a book and walked to the lighter, "I'll just ask again, do you promise me?" ”

"I ......" Monk Shi Yuan hesitated slightly, and Yang Yi lit a corner of the book with a 'pout', which frightened Monk Shi Yuan's face and covered his heart.

Oh my mother, it hurts.

"The poor monk agreed, but the poor monk agreed? Stop, stop......"

'Whoa......'

Yang Yi threw the book into the hands of Monk Shi Yuan, who took it, hurriedly extinguished the flames, looked through it and saw that it was not missing, but just lit the corner of the book, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and held the Buddhist scriptures tightly in his arms: "I feel sorry for the poor monk, hey, my little baby......"

Yang Yi was clever, this old monster actually had such a sensual side, it was really disgusting.

He distanced himself from Monk Shi Yuan, lest this unfathomable monk suddenly attack, and asked loudly: "Master, we have to count when we speak, you just promised me, you can't go back......"

"The poor monk promised you, but he only promised to give you another choice, not to treat you......" Monk Shi Yuan straightened up and became stubborn again.

"You...... Aren't you cheating? ”

"But the donor didn't ask me which one I promised, and the poor monk gave himself the answer in his heart......" Monk Shi Yuan spread his hands, saying that he couldn't help.

Yang Yi wanted to repeat the old trick again, but this time the monk Shi Yuan learned a lot smarter, and before Yang Yi lit the lighter, he buckled a Buddhist bead in his sleeve, and a finger popped out, and the lighter in Yang Yi's hand was suddenly exploded.

Yang Yi was startled, hurriedly threw away the wreckage of the firer in his hand, knowing that he had no conditions to threaten, he had to take a step back and said: "Okay, just according to what the master said, give me another way to choose......

"No problem...... "Monk Shi Yuan nodded briskly, "This path is ...... You fight with the poor monk, you win, and the poor monk will use the "Yijin Sutra" to help you wash your muscles and cut the marrow, and eliminate the hidden danger of going crazy......"

"If you are defeated, go wherever you come from, the poor monk can't stay in this small temple, you are a great god......"