(Everyone has a happy weekend, I stayed up until midnight yesterday, and the results of the boil will be uploaded first, so let's have fun first!) Although it is a little cold in Shenzhen today, the sun is shining, and I feel that the mood is very good, and I hope everyone's mood is also beautiful! ）

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"Wonderful! Wonderful! The sooner you finish it, the sooner you will be liberated, and so ......on."

The old monk's face showed a smile of relief, and he was about to start saying something, but before he finished speaking, he saw Xiao Yi snort coldly, ignored him at all, and walked straight to the scripture shelf in front.

The old monk didn't mind, his eyes looked at Xiao Yi who walked to the depths of the Scripture Pavilion opposite, a faint satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were no longer like just now, like a pool of deep water, the ancient well did not wave, but suddenly, there was a wisp of cunning that was completely different from his identity.

This kid ......

Looking at Xiao Yi in the distance, he began to take out a scripture and began to look at it, the old monk shook his head slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually rippled.

He already knew that this child's previous statement that he couldn't read the scriptures was actually just an excuse, just a kind of protest and dissatisfaction with him.

How could a person who, like him, be able to cultivate the Buddha's mind, not be able to read the Buddhist scriptures? Not unclear, unwilling to hear.

He has read all the red dust in his life, and a pair of eyes, not to mention that he has refined his fiery eyes, but at least he can be regarded as a clairvoyant.

Xiao Yi's little trick, thinking carefully, how could he escape his eyes?

Originally, he practiced Buddhism all his life. He has always had compassion in his heart, and he has always hoped to be able to influence him through the true path of the Dharma, and he does not want to follow those paths.

But he never thought that in the end, he still had no choice but to choose these small paths and use these small means.

But it was only for a moment, and the smile on his face hadn't had time to ripple on his face. His expression changed suddenly. Becoming solemn, his figure suddenly stood up from the futon, and his body shook. In an instant, he disappeared into the Scripture Pavilion.

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Shaolin Back Mountain. The top of the mountain.

This is no longer a tourist attraction in Shaolin. Usually it is inaccessible, but at this time it is already night, normally. There won't be a single figure on the top of the mountain.

But at this moment, between the strange rocks, in the thick night, a cliff near the cliff, but a figure appeared.

This figure looks extremely thin, and the body is still slightly rickety, old dragon clock, as if the wind blows, at any time you can not know where the blow goes, people look at it from a distance, extremely worried, will not fall to the mountain below.

However, the mountain wind on the mountain has been whistling, and the lush trees on the side are hunting, and they have all been bent over by the wind, but this rickety and thin figure stands on the boulder without moving.

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, between the silent mountain tops, in the whirring wind, a Buddha horn sounded.

An old gray-clothed monk who also didn't look tall was floating like a ghost from afar.

Under his feet, he did not touch the ground, his expression looked extremely calm, but the speed was amazingly fast, the Buddha horn sounded, and his figure was still a few hundred meters away from the distance, but when the Buddha horn fell, his figure had already landed on a boulder that was less than ten meters away from the rickety body.

"Amitabha!"

Standing still, the old monk said a Buddha call again.

"Tianyi, I didn't expect you to be alive."

The rickety figure that had been facing the mountain in front of him finally turned slowly, and with a blurred face, he looked at the old monk in front.

"Amitabha! Lao Qu has not yet cultivated the Dharma at home, and the door of Buddhism has not yet been opened. ”

The old man's tone was not good, but the old monk didn't seem to care, and slowly opened his voice, his tone was still calm, "I haven't seen you for many years, and the donor's demeanor is still the same." ”

"Tianyi, you should know the rules back then."

The old man didn't pay attention to Tianyi's not too outstanding words, and in his eyes, a ray of light shot out, staring at Tianyi in front of him, "Your cultivation should have reached that realm." ”。

"Amitabha!"

The look on the old monk's face was silent for a moment, and he bowed slowly, "The old man still has a fate that has not ended, and after staying for this fate, he should abide by the agreement." ”

"I hope you do what you say."

The old man said slowly.

"Amitabha, please rest assured."

The old monk said slowly, "As a monk, the old man has not asked about the world for decades, and he has already been broken, and he is not a person who is greedy for red dust. ”

"That's good!"

Listening to the old monk's sincere words, the expression on the old man's face finally eased.

"The donor is here for the old man?"

The old monk looked at the old man in front of him, and there was a look of doubt in his eyes.

"I didn't know that you were still in the world, and I didn't know that you had broken through that realm, and I came here for another thing."

The old man shook his head.

"I wonder why the donor came?"

The old monk's eyes flashed with a rare hint of curiosity.

He really couldn't think of anything else in Shaolin besides his affairs that was worth a special trip to the old man in front of him.

"It's not a big deal, is there a baby who has come to Shaolin in the past two days? He should be in Shaolin by now. ”

The old man's gaze looked at Tianyi in front of him, revealing a faint cold glow.

Although Bei Chenfeng told him that Xiao Yi was likely to have an accident in Shaolin, he had a strong intuition that Xiao Yi would not have an accident.

Although he is not very good at physiognomy, he still knows a little bit about the art of physiognomy, and Xiao Yi's physiognomy is not an early appearance.

"You're here for that little baby?".

The old monk's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

He really didn't expect that this old man would come for that little baby.

Moreover, it seems that it has a shallow relationship with that little baby, although the old man's tone just now seemed very flat, but he could hear that in that calm tone, there was a murderous intent.

If something really happened to that little baby in Shaolin, I'm afraid that the old man in front of him would not give up so easily.

"Yes, that kid has something to do with me, I came here to take him back, although he is a little naughty, but his nature is not bad, if there is anything wrong, I will compensate for him."

Looking at Tianyi's expression, the old man's mind was relieved a little, basically, at least judging from Tianyi's reaction, Xiao Yi should have no problem at least being alive, as long as he is still alive, in his opinion, it is easy to say, and there is no other problem.

He nodded, and said slowly, "You can give him to me." (To be continued......)