"Naturally, Zhang is waiting for good news!"

"The poor monk retired first!" Hongde clasped his hands together.

"Master, please wait!"

"I wonder what else the donor commands?" Hongde asked.

Zhang Bao'er thought for a while and said casually: "The master has lived in Kangguo for a long time, I want to inquire about someone!" ”

"Who?"

"Black Scorpion!"

"Black Scorpion?" The host of Hongde frowned: "What did the donor inquire about this person?" ”

Zhang Baoer said nonsense: "Although I don't believe in Buddhism, I have the heart of Pudu sentient beings, and this black scorpion is the introduction of my Pudu, so I want to find her!" ”

Zhang Baoer's nonsense caused Hongde to nod his head.

Seeing this, Zhang Bao'er hurriedly asked, "Does the master recognize this person?" ”

Master Hongde shook his head and said, "I don't recognize it!" ”

"Oh!" Zhang Baoer's disappointment was beyond words.

"However, although the poor monk does not recognize it, some people do!" Hongde presided over and said.

"Who?"

"Master of the Black Scorpion!" Hongde presided.

"Master, where is the master of this black scorpion now?"

"It's in the main temple!"

"Great!"

……

Monk Jingkong is a disciple of Master Hongde, but he is quite criticized by others in the Great Buddha Temple.

The monks on duty have seen many times that in the middle of the night when the moon is sparse, a woman sneaked into the meditation room of the monk Jingkong...... Before dawn, sneak away again.

Once, the monk on duty also saw with his own eyes that the monk Jingkong held the woman's hand very kindly, sent her out of the small door in the backyard, and stood at the temple gate, staring at the woman in a daze for a long time. The monk didn't care about the monks' discussions and fuss at all, and he even followed the very gorgeous woman out of the temple gate late one night, and did not return to the Big Buddha Temple until noon. Later, in broad daylight and in full view of the public, the monk walked out of the monastery and greeted the woman with flowing hair and graceful posture from afar, and led her into the meditation room in front of the monks.

When the monks told the monk about the Pure Void monk's vows, the Hongde monk warned them: "What you see may not be real, and the more you see, hear, and encounter the supernatural things that you see, hear, and encounter in the Fa-rectification practice, they are all phantoms of the mind, and their appearance at the moment is nothing more than the ripening of karma to awaken you." ”

Since the respected Hongde presided over it without interference, the monks stopped talking about it, and slowly became strange. However, none of the monks wanted to get close to the monks, and they all considered them to be unclean people.

At this time, night had fallen, and Zhang Baoer stood quietly at the door of the meditation room, silently watching the pure space monk meditating alone.

"Donor, is there something wrong?" The monk didn't look back, but his voice was very loud.

"Nothing!" Zhang Baoer didn't think about answering.

"Oh!" The monk stopped talking and continued to meditate.

The night is deep, a monk is meditating in the meditation room, and there is a white-clothed gentleman standing at the door.

After a long time, the monk got up and fumbled to light the lamp in the meditation room.

In the dim light, Zhang Bao'er saw the appearance of the monk in the clear sky, he turned out to be a one-legged monk on crutches.

"Donor, it's late at night, it's time to rest!"

The monk held the lamp in his hand, and saw that he meant to leave the meditation room.

"Master Hongde asked me to come!" Zhang Baoer didn't mean to leave, but just said something thoughtlessly.

"Oh? Is it Master? Jingkong was a little surprised: "I don't know what the donor commands?" ”

"I'm going to ask about the black scorpion!"

"That's what Master told you, too?" Clearance asked with a frown.

"Exactly!"

Jingkong sighed, put down the oil lamp in his hand again, took a futon in his hand, and said to Zhang Bao'er: "Donor, please take a seat." ”

Zhang Bao'er sat down opposite to the monk of the clear space, and Zhang Bao'er asked, "Master Hongde told me, you are the master of the black scorpion?" ”

"Master shouldn't have told you this!" Jingkong smiled bitterly, but he shook his head again and said, "Presumably, Master told you that there is a deep meaning in him, and since this is the case, there is no need for me to hide it, this matter is a long story......"

……

Before he became a monk, he was a ranger, nicknamed the lone wolf, and his name was quite loud.

The wolf is the king of the sand, cruel, cunning, vigorous, like a dragon in the rivers and seas, as if the phoenix is frightened to go to the eight wilderness, the goal is undecided, then there is no sound, once the attack, the opponent will be difficult to escape. Since the debut of the lone wolf, the Ranger has been in the wind, and he has been frightened overnight, and those who are not good at their ability and are timid will wash their hands as soon as possible and find another career. Some of the skills and some fame have also won some fame, but I don't know how many died under his knife.

A wolf is an animal that likes to walk alone, and a lone wolf is a lone wolf, he belongs to no one, he belongs only to himself. The other rangers first took half of the remuneration from their employers, and when they were done, they exchanged the enemy's head for the other half of the honorarium. The lone wolf no, the employer determined the object of revenge, paid him in full, and with the honorarium, he didn't say hello, slapped his ass and walked away. He didn't need to bring people back to sell poorly, the employer asked people to explore along the ancient silk road. In the ancient road of thousands of miles, look up suddenly, maybe there is a human head hanging on which poplar, if the human head is tied to the bun of a triangular apricot yellow flag the size of a palm, it must be a lone wolf, take it down, it must be the head designated by the employer.

Don't think that in the desert, there is only the morning wind and the setting moon, wrong, maybe which poplar is the home of a lone wolf. The lone wolf does not trust anyone, he does not live in inns, he does not stay in people's houses, he sleeps on poplar trees all the year round, and when he sleeps, he lets go of the horse and lets it go to the field to graze. The horse is bright, the master whistles, and it will come like a storm. He received countless honorariums, and he ate no more than a piece of dried meat and a few pancakes a day. A sheepskin kettle filled with mountain spring water and carried it with him. He never eats two meals in the same place, nor does he sleep twice in a tree. He understood that if others were to face him face to face, there would be only a handful of people who could kill him, and he was afraid of the hidden arrows behind the open gun. He was alone, and it was useless to ask for money, so he made a lot of money and threw a lot of money. He stayed in the trees, and when a man who fled the famine and asked for food passed by, he scattered the yellow and white things on his head. The people who fell in distress knew that this was a lone wolf's alms, picked up the money, kowtowed to the tree a few times, and went happily. His only hobby was drinking, and he carried two sheepskin jugs on his shoulder, a kettle on his left shoulder and a jug on his right. Before he drank, he tied himself to a tree branch so that he would not fall unconscious from getting drunk.