This is the real place of Buddhism and cultivation, but Qingyu looked at the little monk who ran past him while reciting scriptures, and he was a little confused.

How to say, in his impression, if you want to recite scriptures for cultivation, it should be sitting on a futon and meditating, chanting while running, and I feel that the style of painting is a little wrong.

"Kind brother, why are you here?" the man saw Qingyu.

Qingyu said: "Come to participate in the martial arts." ”

This person who was running and reciting scriptures was the lost little monk he had seen in Lingxiao Gate before.

He thought to himself: "It's another coincidence, could it be that guy's arrangement again?"

"No, probably not, maybe I thought too much, and I didn't notice it. ”

Thanks to the previous coincidences that had been forcibly arranged, he now had to be suspicious of these coincidences, whether there were problems or not.

Because these coincidences may hide some useful information, and if you miss it, it is not good.

"yes, it's almost time to meet the martial arts. The little monk stopped chanting and stopped beside Qingyu.

"Do you want to participate too?" asked Qingyu.

It would be strange to see this lost and confused person to participate in such an event.

He replied, "Well, I didn't want to go, I don't like the feeling of fighting with people, but my master must let me go." ”

He is a Buddhist, and he is still young, so it is normal that he does not like fighting.

"Your master?"

"yes, he's super strict. Speaking of the master, he seemed to recall something super terrifying.

"Usually, I am not allowed to do a lot of things, and I have to recite the Heart Sutra every seven days while exerting my physical strength. This little monk was not wary, and casually told Qingyu about this.

"Heart Sutra? I remember isn't that a scripture that can help calm down the mind?"

"Yes, he said that I was in a bad mood and had to recite it all the time, but it would take physical strength and I couldn't understand it. "It seems that he also thinks this is strange.

"Alright, I'll go first, today's mission is not finished. The little monk ran away.

Leaving Qingyu in situ, puzzled.

"Is his mood not good? Is there one? What kind of strange practice is it that exerts physical strength while reciting the Heart Sutra?" Even though he knew a lot about the Buddha, he really couldn't understand this.

Reciting the Heart Sutra while exercising or something, it's not okay for a monk of this age and realm, the physical exhaustion and the fact that you have to run around your feet while reciting the Heart Sutra in your mouth, isn't it more difficult to calm down?

"Forget it, it's none of my business anyway. He didn't care about writing down this strange thing. It's none of his business, forget it.

Gradually, he left the realm used to receive guests, or rather left that area, and there were more people, all of whom were monks without exception, that is, all of them had shaved off the "Three Thousand Troubles", and it was strange that one of his heads had hair mixed in it.

But fortunately, no one paid attention to him, after all, it was just hair.

After reviewing some of his favorite places in his previous life, he went back.

It's not good to hang out outside, you will be considered a suspicious person.

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"Decrepit boy, get up for Lao Tzu, it's time to get up. In the early morning, the sun was shining, and it was a good time to sleep, but there was a knock on his door.

He knew who it was and why he was knocking, but he just didn't want to go out or move.

Outside the door, he continued to knock without making a sound, even if he didn't get out of bed and wanted to go out and beat him.

In the previous life, he also said that it was up to the point, but it turned out that it didn't start until noon, which made him get up early and have nothing to do.

So there is a lesson from the past in this life, he decided to ignore the guy who knocked on the door, even if it was the head, but he was still unmoved, after all, he was still a holy son.

So Qingyu covered his head, turned over and continued to sleep, completely ignoring the shouting outside.

"You are limited to three seconds, and if you don't come out, don't blame me for taking coercive measures. "The boss began to threaten.

Qing Yuquan didn't hear it, three more seconds of sleep is three seconds, maybe he will jump time directly when he falls asleep.

"Three ....."

He thought to himself, "There are two seconds left, say I know when you count to one, and then get up, buy yourself some time to tidy up." ”

Even if you don't see him, you can know that his hair must be a mess now, a mess, and he had thought about developing a spell that would keep people's hair unmessed while sleeping, but unfortunately procrastination.

"Okay, you're gone. ”

With a "bang", the door was forcibly opened, and Qingyu was awakened all of a sudden.

What about three seconds? Three is gone? At this point, he is confused, is it really time to jump? But he hasn't fallen asleep yet, and you're going to skip me in three seconds?

"Isn't it, three seconds?" he softened his eyes, and by the way, his brain and five orifices were activated for a moment.

After the brain and the five orifices were activated, it was certain that no other numbers other than three had been heard just now.

The head of this guy is yin against him?

"Are you awake?" the boss stood beside the bed and looked down at him.

"Sober up, sober up, why did you come in person. He snorted, intending to fool around.

"Can someone else wake you up? Otherwise, I'll let your aunt come over now, and it's just a matter of a space passage anyway." This sentence is a naked threat to Qingyu.

"No, no, no, I'll get up right away, you go out first and give me some time to tidy up. Hearing "Auntie", he was subconsciously in a cold sweat, how could he think about anything carefully.

"Well, remember to hurry. The head said.

"Whew, I'm scared to death. He took several deep breaths, the threat was as powerful as supreme to him.

"It's not like it's okay to be a mascot and be troublesome when you get up so early. He complained casually as he straightened his hair.

"Don't complain, or your aunt will come right away. ”

"Yes...."

Changing clothes, making the bed, and cleaning the room with a dusting spell every day, he opened the door and walked out.

It only took a minute, and he didn't dare to slow down, and the one outside could magnify the move at any time.

The head looked at him a few times and said with satisfaction: "Well, this dress is good, okay, come with me." ”

"Good ....."

"Cheer up, you'll be the protagonist later. ”

"No, I'm a mascot. He complained in his heart.