The monk glanced at the little white tiger on the ground, his face was a little unnatural, and he sighed and said: "After killing the giant tiger, the monk found out that the tigress with a young son was disturbed by the villagers who were hunting, and in order to protect his son, he fought back angrily. It's too cruel, but it's in nature. ”

Sometimes things like animal attacks on people are not necessarily the fault of animals, and tigers, which are not too fond of causing trouble, will either be hungry or someone will fight hard if someone violates its territorial rights. If from the perspective of the equality of all things in the Buddhist family, Wu Song killed the tiger on Jingyanggang, it is obvious that the tiger is the victim, that is the territory of others, and Wu Song is a brutal invader.

Of course, it is impossible for a person to apologize to a beast that has been dying.

"So you brought the tiger cub out?" Yang Yi glanced at the coffee that was squatting on the ground, looking harmless to humans and animals, and asked.

The monk nodded, Yang Yi touched his chin and asked, "Have you heard the story of Mr. Dongguo?" ”

The monk didn't answer, but smiled and said, "So this white tiger needs you to raise it." ”

"I look like Mr. Dongguo?" Yang said angrily.

"The monk came to the imperial capital this time to find a home for the white tiger." After a pause, he said: "The White Tiger is one of the Four Saints, the Lord of the Seven Fierce Spirits in the West, and only the life of the Blue Dragon, the head of the Four Saints, can be counterbalanced. "The implication is that Yang Yi is the bloodline of the royal family, and with the dragon vein in his body, he can lower the white tiger.

This is an unreasonable superstition, Yang Yi does not believe that tigers have to divide their identities when they eat people, or find a fortune teller to calculate what the lifeblood of food is.

"There is an emperor in the palace, and there are eight princes besides me."

"The emperor and the monk can't see it, but the other princes don't dare to see the monk."

Yang Yi stared at the monk with a slightly unpleasant face: "It means that I look easier to bully, right?" ”

The monk looked at Yang Yi and brazenly agreed: "Of course you are correct in saying this, but I didn't know that you were nine nerds when I studied in Guozi that day." ”

"Is there a difference?" Yang Yi said coldly.

The monk touched his bald head and said, "There is no difference, but there is a reward." ”

Yang Yi looked at the thief monk impatiently: "I really don't see anything on you that can repay me." ”

"I can be your master."

"Haven't forgotten about this stubble?"

"I said you had to be my teacher."

"I'm a fool!"

"It's normal that none of my friends are teachers." This is arrogant and unreasonable. The monk smiled with a meaty face, and he would squeeze into a lump, like a piece of meat, making Yang Yi look like he wanted to vomit.

Yang Yi is now trying his best to recall which tendon he didn't turn the corner, and he actually ran to this wilderness because of a monk's words, and said these extremely boring words to him.

"There has to be a reason, right?"

The monk seemed to see Yang Yi's thoughts, slapped his robe and said with a smile: "I hate those literati who can only read the Four Books and Five Classics. ”

Yang Yi said in disbelief: "Just because I'm bored and read the "Book of Ink" for a while? ”

"Of course not, the main thing is that you are very much in line with the taste of the monk."

Yang Yi frowned and stared at the monk, his eyebrows were almost drawn into a line, and he thought in his heart that he would immediately turn around and run, what was the chance of the monk chasing him, this sentence was too amazing.

Fortunately, the monk explained: "The old monk has a strange temper, and he has always acted in a way that does not go against his wishes, does not do what ordinary people do, and is very close to you." ”

Hearing this, Yang Yi smiled heartily, being a rebellious teenager can also be regarded as a fate? If you go back to your previous life, the monk's disciples will be all over the world! The post-80s, post-90s, and post-10s want rebellious teenagers of any age, you can choose.

Yang Yizheng wanted to sneer, but the monk suddenly stood up and said, "Let's talk later, you sit down and widen your eyes to see if the monk has the ability to be your master." ”

Yang Yi was confused when he heard it, but saw the monk saying towards the shore of the lake: "Little lady in the Valley of Flowers!" You can go to the pavilion to talk about it! ”

The muffled voice broke through the sky, as if a stereo was playing beside him, and Yang Yi's ears were buzzing, as if even the water in the lake was rippling, giving Yang Yi the feeling of listening to the world's tenors singing in the opera house.

Yang Yi squinted and rubbed his ears, turned around, and saw a white figure in the distance walking along the plank road in the lake, slowly walking towards the Lotus Seed Pavilion in the lake.

When Bai Ying walked in, Yang Yi saw clearly that the person who came was a woman.

The woman wore a white dress, the tail of the skirt reached the ground, and a blue and white jade flute was tied around her waist on the left side. The woman's waist-length hair was wrapped in a small knot on the top of her head, covered her face with a light veil, revealing a pair of watery eyes, holding a sword in her hand, and striding in the moon shadow, like a fairy in a painting.

The woman walked to the pavilion, held her sword and bowed to the monk, and said lightly: "Pukong senior." He bowed his hand to Yang Yi again, which was regarded as a salute. The woman's voice was very good, like a silver bell in the cold winter, ringing softly in the ice and snow.

Yang Yi, who was holding the chicken rack in his left hand and holding a chicken neck in his right hand, was in a hurry for a while, and hurriedly threw the things in his hand on the ground and gave his hands to return the salute, his embarrassed smile was deformed, and he scolded in his heart: "I said, there is a sister paper coming, but the thief bald donkey didn't tell me!" ”

The woman in white just glanced at Yang Yi, then turned to the monk and said, "The family teacher asked the junior to say hello to the senior of Pukong on her behalf." ”

"So this monk's name is Pukong?" Yang Yi said secretly in his heart.

Monk Pukong's smile did not change when he heard this, and he held his bulging belly and said: "Don't bully me, little girl, your master will not say hello to me, but will only curse the old monk to die early and be reborn!" Ha ha. ”

The woman in white didn't bother with Pukong, and continued: "The family teacher has a word, and I also ask the seniors to read it for the sake of the same martial arts stars, and hand over the traitor of my sect to take him back to the Valley of Flowers with me. ”

Monk Pukong snorted and said: "Your master is only half right, it is true that your Flower Valley and my Jiuxiao Mountain Villa are both martial arts stars, but they are also enemies of life and death!" ”

The woman bowed lightly again, and her cold voice did not change: "This matter is related to the life and death of my Flower Valley, and I ask my seniors to inform me." ”

Monk Pukong smiled a little stupidly: "This old witch is still so shameless, since it is a matter of life and death in the Valley of Flowers, but she didn't come, what did she send your little girl out to do?" ”

The woman in white said: "A few days ago, the family teacher has passed on the throne to the younger generation, and her old man has retired to the rivers and lakes and returned to the mountains and forests. ”

"The old witch passed on the throne to you? Are you a saint of prosperity? The monk looked at the woman in white again with some surprise, and sighed: "This woman, she didn't do enough evil by herself, and she still dragged her apprentice into the water!" ”

After a while, he said: "Since you are now a flower saint, then you and I should be treated as equals." If you want me to hand over where to go sick, it's simple, and to win the old monk. ”

Generally speaking, when this kind of thing is said, then there is only one way to go.

Yang Yi felt that the monk Pukong had been shameless to a very high level, and he could be high-sounding by him even if he bullied the small things with big things.