With a soft snort from the little novice, everyone in the temple fell into an eerie quiet environment.

Everyone knows the fact that the abbot loves the future Buddha the most.

The reason is probably that when the abbot was still a Buddha, he was often bullied by his brothers and sisters.

So he made a vow to himself, no one, no one can bully the Buddha,

Take care of the Buddha as if it were a baby.

What, the Buddha forgot to do his homework?

It's okay, don't worry.

The Buddha was bullied by his brothers today?

Good fellows, if you catch them all and discipline them by the elders of the Discipline Hall, that ass will naturally bloom.

You have protected the Buddha from poisonous snakes today.

Big prize, reward you with a secret method of Buddhism!

So under the almost doting care of the abbot, the Buddha grew from a small child to a little novice.

A little novice who doesn't know anything about the world.

At this moment, hearing the little novice crying, the abbot's eyes were slightly red, and he took a deep breath,

Trying his best to steady his tone, he asked, "Who is it?"

Although he only said half a sentence, most of the people understood the meaning.

After waiting for a long time, the first seat of the Discipline Hall stood up, and he said with a heavy face:

"A few days ago, the enemy came to attack, and Lao Fuzi had to go out to retreat from the enemy. ”

"Abbot, it's not like this, Uncle Shi deliberately tricked me out and let me face the heroes,

Fortunately, the disciple had an idea, and he was able to save the day, if it weren't for the disciple's quick reaction, they would definitely bully the disciple. ”

As soon as the little novice announced, the face of the head of the precept hall turned blue and black,

After a long time, I acquiesced to this statement.

The abbot only thought about it for a moment, and he roughly understood what was going on.

He spoke slowly towards the crowd:

"The first person in the precept hall violates the precepts, receives fifty baguettes, and the second seat in the precept hall executes, so be it. ”

The first seat's face alternated red and white for a while, and finally he received the punishment and went to the backyard.

Thinking that he finally escaped from the Central Plains, and many incidents were added to the temple out of thin air.

His face, which had been joyless and sad, finally showed a little tiredness, and he smiled slightly at Wuyang:

"Let the little friend see it. ”

Wuyang dared to answer at this time, so he could only smile back with embarrassment and politeness.

As if he felt that he was too much to talk about in front of outsiders today, the abbot forcibly lifted his spirits and instructed the little novice:

"Take this benefactor into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and by the way, inform him of many matters in the forbidden land. ”

In the eyes of the little novice full of surprise and doubt, the abbot shook his sleeves and entered the inner hall by himself.

"Donor, come with the little monk. ”

Seeing that Wuyang was still standing in the courtyard, Xiao Shami took the initiative to invite.

From the courtyard to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Wuyang followed the little novice and walked for half an hour.

At first, I looked at the bald head of the little novice from behind, slightly glowing,

When the sun shines, you can occasionally see the top of the head covered with green velvet,

Wuyang has an impulse, an urge to touch it.

Fortunately, the lesson of the first seat of the precept hall in front of him always reminded him,

This little novice has a very hard backer, so don't bully him casually.

With a creak of the door, the end arrived.

Looking at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that was not visible outside, but there were mountains of scriptures inside, Wuyang cursed silently in his heart:

The local tyrant of the dog day.

No, Dog's Day Fohao.

seemed to be very satisfied with the shock on Wuyang's face, and Xiao Shami held back the doubts all the way and opened his mouth.

"Donor, legend has it that the Buddhist temples in the Central Plains also have a scripture pavilion, three thousand Buddha treasures in the pavilion, and our Moro Temple is also good, six thousand,

There are about 6,000 Buddha collections. ”

"Ahem.." Wuyang has recovered from the initial shock,

Well, this kid is shaking in front of him.

"Little Master, I don't know what happened to the Luolu Spring that the abbot said?"

Just kidding, what about the six thousand Buddhas, and he is not a disciple of Buddhism, this Buddhist scripture has no value to Wuyang.

Xiao Shami was boasting to the point of pride, and his two slender eyebrows were in a state of upward movement.

It was also a choke, but his cultivation was not bad, and he paused and continued:

"Luolu Spring is the holy place of cultivation of my Moro Temple, and generally speaking, only distinguished guests who have a deep relationship with this temple have the opportunity to get a glimpse of it

Appearance. The little novice replied seriously.

Now it's Wuyang's turn to twist his brows together, what is the connection between this cultivation holy land and the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, why did the abbot lie to me and say that he has a way,

Didn't you take a fancy to the qualifications of Uncle Wuyang and want to pull me into the temple as a monk? I heard that the abbot's most beloved disciple has lost the news...

Hiss.. Thinking of this, Wuyang unconsciously gasped.

No, I haven't married yet, and I can't become a monk yet,

I haven't even held my sister's little hand yet!

Having made up his mind, Wuyang said to the little novice:

Little Master, I still have urgent matters to rush to the Central Plains, I am here in this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and Luoyuquan has also listened to you in detail, let's say goodbye, ask you to do me a favor, say hello to the abbot, I really have to go..

With that, Wuyang turned around and turned towards the wall he had just looked good at.

It's just that his feet haven't crossed the threshold of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion yet, and the little monk's muttering voice came from behind him:

"Don't the donor know the fastest way to get to the Central Plains, isn't it this Luoyu Spring?"

Wuyang's feet froze in the air, and just as he was shocked by the news from the little novice behind him, another shocking news came

Come.

"The little monk knows how to go. ”

Looking at the afternoon sun that fell on the threshold and quickly surrounded him, Xiao Shami quickly turned his head, hugged his hands in his arms, and left his foot

Put your right foot on your right foot and twist to the other side away from the afternoon sun.

Deler, the little master is angry.

"Little Master, I don't know Taishan with my eyes, but you have a lot of them. Wu Yang stood aside with a groveling smile.

After drying the afternoon sun for a while, Xiao Shami slowly spoke: "Do you know it's wrong?"

"Yes, yes. ”

"Do you dare to bully the little monk?"

"That's right. . . Don't dare, don't dare ”

Wuyang was very doggy and helped Xiao Shami knock his thigh.

"Okay, you tell me about the fun things in the Central Plains. ”

Xiao Shami learned the tone of Wuyang's speech and took the initiative to ask for it.

"This... Little Master, I really have an urgent matter to go to the Central Plains. ”

Regardless of Xiao Shami's young age, Wuyang quickly and concisely explained the plight of the black bear.

"That's right. The little novice quickly jumped off the desk,

"Master often says that saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, this saving the bear is naturally also a great merit, don't worry, I see this falling spring

The master passed once, and most of the places that need to be paid attention to are remembered by the little monks. ”

"Little Master, why don't you wait for your master to come out. ”

Wuyang asked tentatively, this little novice is a little unreliable.

"No, donor, you have to trust me. ”

The little monk seemed to be a little overwhelmed by his face, and hummed angrily.

Under the guidance of the novice, the afternoon sun continued to shuttle through the boundless sea.

From time to time, some strange sounds came from the back of the thick pile of scriptures,

With the rustling sound of the two walking,

Wu Yang's heart began to feel a little hairy.

Isn't this little novice a ghost in the book?

Wuyang has a very strong desire at the moment, wanting to knock on the little bald head in front of him who is focused on moving forward.