"Why have you been languishing for the past few days?"

On the road twenty miles away from Suzhou, Shen Qiu, who was riding on a horse, tilted his head and looked at Xiao Tie yawning beside him.

He looked Xiao Tie up and down suspiciously, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

Under the black veil of the hat, a strange smile was revealed.

He said to Xiao Tie:

"Young man, I'm afraid I'm getting old, but listen to my eldest brother's advice, the handicraft work should be moderate, and it will hurt your body if you play too much."

"Huh?"

Xiao Tie, who looked tired, couldn't understand the meaning of Shen Qiu's words.

With two big dark circles under his eyes, he said to Shen Qiu:

"I haven't slept well these days, I'm always dreaming, and when I wake up, I feel a sore back, as if I'm going to fight with someone in my dream.

But the strange thing is that when I wake up, I think about the things in my dreams, but I can't remember anything. ”

"Do you have insomnia and dreams?"

Shen Qiumo rubbed his chin, and he said:

"Maybe it's too hot, you have to find a healer, it just so happens that the mustard seed master in the Sumeru Zen Monastery is proficient in the art of Qihuang, and I'll go in a while, remember to let him help you take a look."

"It's nothing."

Xiao Tie shrugged his shoulders, and the dragon and tiger battle qi in his body walked around the meridians, driving away the fatigue and making Xiao Tie's spirit better.

He patted his muscular arm and said to Shen Qiu:

"This is not a bad thing, my dragon and tiger battle qi has grown very rapidly in the past few days, and every time I practice the Canghai Sword Style, I feel that I have realized something.

Master once said to me that this Canghai Sword Style pays attention to a thick accumulation.

If you think about it, I've been practicing the Canghai Sword for ten years, and maybe the breakthrough in swordsmanship is just in the past few months. ”

"Oh? That's a good thing. ”

Shen Qiu smiled.

He raised his head, looked at the forked road in front of him, and said to Xiao Tie:

"Go this way, a few miles further, there will be the Sumeru Zen Temple, and Qingqing doesn't know how to live. Oh, by the way, Xiao Tie, there is another person living in that Zen courtyard. ”

Shen Qiu thought of Zhang Lan's prodigal son in his heart, and his tone became unkind, and he said to Xiao Tie:

"That person's name is Zhang Lan, and he has some friendship with me.

But you are a greedy and lustful person, very profligate, you are a good boy, but you can never learn from him. ”

"Oh."

Xiao Tie answered.

Behind the two of them, there was also a carriage, which contained the things brought from Luoyang, and some things that the monks asked them to send to the Zen Temple.

Some Buddhist scriptures, clothes, and gifts from Lang Mutou.

After a short time, the two arrived at the Sumeru Zen Temple.

This place is much quieter than Shen Qiu's memory, and it is not as lively as it was during the Suzhou War.

Come to think of it, I went to Qilu and Liaodong, and when I came back to Suzhou, it had been almost eight months, and the aftermath of the war between good and evil in Suzhou had already dissipated.

Even the storytellers in the city don't talk much about the old story.

The most popular storytelling at the moment is Huainan, the land of Xiaoxiang, where the battle between good and evil in the rivers and lakes is still going on.

Shen Qiu got off the horse, stepped forward and knocked on the door, and soon someone opened the courtyard door, it was a young monk wearing a gray cloth monk's robe, with a strong body and a steady pace, obviously also a practitioner.

He was born with a pair of copper bell eyes, which looked fierce and vicious, but his temperament was quite gentle.

With a circle of Buddha beads hanging around his neck, and a jujube wood bracelet that rotates from time to time on his wrist, he looked at Shen Qiu in front of him, and then pronounced the Buddha horn, and said softly:

"Sumeru Zen Temple does not accept outsiders, please come back."

"I'm not an outsider."

Shen Qiu didn't care, Master Mustard Seed was a calm character, and it was natural for him to cultivate behind closed doors.

He also put his hands together and leaned down to the monk, and said:

"My sister lives in the Zen monastery, her name is Fan Qingqing, and she is learning the piano from Master Mustard at this time. In addition, we were also entrusted by Master Luoyang to send some Buddhist scriptures to Master Mustard. ”

"Ah, are you Shen Qiu Shaoxia?"

The monk's eyes widened, and it dawned on him.

With a smile on his face, he turned sideways and invited Shen Qiu and his party to enter the manor.

He said:

"The young girl often told the little monk about Shen Shaoxia's deeds, and Uncle Mustard also instructed that if the young man returned, he could move on his own in the Zen courtyard.

The little monk moved his things, and the young man went to see the young girl. ”

With that, the young monk stepped forward and removed several large boxes from the carriage.

The two boxes were stacked together, and they were already so heavy that ordinary men could not lift them, but the monk held them up with both hands, two on the left and right, as if performing acrobatics.

But the walk was quite steady, and the stacked box did not deflect in the slightest.

Xiao Tie looked curious, and also changed the remaining two boxes, and picked them up like the monk, he was born with divine power, and it was very easy to hold up.

But to ensure balance, it is a little difficult not to go too fast.

"Master good kung fu!"

Shen Qiu sighed in admiration, and he said to the monk:

"The last time Shen came to the Zen Academy, he didn't see the master, but the master is new to Suzhou?"

"Hmm."

The monk held four boxes, his breath was steady, and while following Shen Qiu to the treasury of the Zen monastery, he replied:

"The little monk only came to Suzhou from Lin'an five months ago, and Shen Shaoxia should not call the little monk a master, the little monk is just an ordinary Nirvana monk.

This time it was the intention of presiding over Yuanwu, and together with the other five brothers, he came to Suzhou to protect Uncle Mustard and Uncle Yuan. ”

"I see."

Shen Qiu nodded, and he said:

"I heard the monk Lang in Luoyang say that this Sumeru Monastery will become the rudder of the annex of the Nirvana Temple in Suzhou, and the masters must be preaching Buddhism in the prosperous place of Suzhou, which is a great good deed.

Haven't consulted the Master yet? ”

The monk smiled, put the box in his hand into the treasury of the Zen monastery, clapped his hands again, and then folded his hands to Shen Qiu and said:

"The little monk's Dharma number is empty."

"Iron Bull! Tractor? Come on, yesterday this young master lost to you, but today I have realized that I will humiliate you, this little bald donkey. ”

A cacophony sounded from the courtyard outside the storeroom.

Shen Qiu saw a trace of embarrassment flashing on the face of the Kongwu monk in front of him, so he looked back.

I saw a gray figure lightly crossing the courtyard wall and falling like a leaf in the courtyard.

Although he was wearing a gray monk's robe, he had long hair, and his hair was very chic, not to mention the scribe's bun, and he also held a folding fan in his hand.

This is not the playboy Zhang Lan, who is it?

"Ahh Shen Qiu thief! ”

Zhang Lan took a few Buddhist scriptures and landed in the courtyard.

He was originally looking for the Kongwu monk to discern the scriptures, but as soon as he saw Shen Qiu, the anger in his heart couldn't be stopped, so he opened the fan with a bang, dropped the Buddhist scriptures, and rushed towards Shen Qiu.

"You unrighteous thief!

I ran out to be happy, but I left Young Master Ben in this monk's temple! Do you know how Young Master Ben has survived these past few months?

Yes! Shen Qiu's little thief, eat this young master's palm! ”

Between the ghost crying and the wolf howling, Zhang Lan's left hand was clasped into a claw and hit Shen Qiu head-on.

The getaway was unfolded, allowing Zhang Lan to fly between the whistling ghosts, bringing up several chaotic afterimages, which could not be seen clearly.

His handsome face was also a muscle twist, and his eyes were full of pain.

Obviously, he was still thinking about the fact that Shen Qiu left him alone in the Zen Monastery eight months ago.

Facing the menacing Zhang Lan, Shen Qiu didn't care.

He didn't draw his knife either, and he didn't have anything to deal with.

Beside him, the monk Kongwu had a straight face, and when he saw Zhang Lan going crazy, he raised his hand and punched him, and in the sound of whirring wind, Kongwu's fist was hitting Zhang Lan's claws.

With a soft sound, Zhang Lan was knocked back, and the body of the Kongwu monk only shook.

This made Shen Qiu's eyes narrow.

Zhang Lan's goods are not good at martial arts.

Relying on a superb indulgence and leisurely travel, he was reluctantly sent to the twentyth place on the list, but looking at the rivers and lakes, Zhang Lan is also the last rank of a second-rate master, and ordinary martial artists are not close at all.

Not to mention hitting this guy with the blessing of Getaway.

But this empty monk accurately hit Zhang Lan in several afterimages brought by Zhang Lan, and also knocked him back a few zhang, this young monk's martial arts are definitely at the top of the list.

"Ahh Tie Niu, you and I have a good relationship, why do you want to help Shen Qiu! ”

Zhang Lan stopped in place and shook his somewhat numb hand, this prodigal son glared angrily at the Kongwu monk who was blocking Shen Qiu's body.

"Zhang Gongzi, please respect yourself!"

Monk Kongwu looked serious, and he said:

"Shen Qiu Shaoxia is a guest of Uncle Mustard, not to mention that no force is allowed in this Zen courtyard! Also, please call the little monk empty enlightenment, the little monk is a monk.

Then let the worldly names be called no more. ”

"Oh, Tie Niu, you don't know how cunning that Shen Qiu is."

Zhang Lan glared at Shen Qiu, picked up the Buddhist scriptures from the ground with a snort, he waved his fan, and said to the monk Kongwu:

"Don't play with him, just your dull brain, if he sells it, you have to count the money for him. This guy is very unlucky, come with Master Ben quickly, let's go to my house to read the scriptures, isn't it beautiful? ”

"Zhang Gongzi is there, the little monk still won't go."

The monk of Empty Enlightenment politely refused:

"There are female dependents in the son's room, and it is inconvenient for the little monk to disturb him."

"Zhang Lan, don't be crazy."

Shen Qiu also spoke:

"Master Mustard Seed left you here with the intention of protection.

The trouble of your family's Seven Peerless Sects in Xiaoxiang is not over yet, if you walk out of this Zen courtyard, you may be tied up by your brother and returned to the Western Regions.

Besides, your temperament is so jumpy, wouldn't it be beautiful to follow Master Mustard to read the Three Years Sutra and be steady? ”

"You know!"

Zhang Lan snorted.

He actually didn't have any resentment towards Shen Qiu.

After all, eight months ago, it was Shen Qiu who saved him from Zhang Chu.

He just felt that he and Shen Qiu were already a lifelong friendship, but Shen Qiu didn't speak to him in front of those decent people, and he was a little unhappy in his heart.

There are many ways to express kindness between this person, and for the arrogant Zhang Lan, playing with Shen Qiu can be regarded as a heart-to-heart move.

"You are in Qilu and Liaodong, but you have a big trouble."

Zhang Lan opened the folding fan with a sigh, and said to Shen Qiu in a strange way:

"The news that the Northern Dynasty festival was disrupted has spread to Suzhou. You are also causing trouble everywhere, anyone dares to provoke, Shen Qiu, Shen Qiu, aren't you afraid that the happy will come over and take your head in Suzhou? ”

"What's the use of being afraid?"

Shen Qiu's face was calm, he took off the hat, threw it to Xiao Tie behind him, brushed the hair on the side of his face, and said to Zhang Lan:

"It's like that night in Suzhou, if you don't move forward, you will die, what can I do?

Okay, let's not talk about this, I'll apologize to you Zhang Lan Gongzi, okay? Take me to meet Qingqing. ”

"That's pretty much it."

Seeing that Shen Qiu apologized, Zhang Lan's face was complacent, he pinched the Buddhist scriptures, and empty enlightenment, Shen Qiu, Xiao Tie walked out of the warehouse and walked towards his side.

As he walked, he said:

"During this time, Qingqing followed the mustard monk to learn the piano, and followed the young master Ben to learn Danqing painting, your junior sister is really full of aura, not only has her piano skills made great progress, but she is also very talented in painting."

"That's it."

Shen Qiu laughed and said with honor:

"My family is very talented in miscellaneous studies, and if I change my background, I will definitely be a talented woman of a generation."

As they talked, they passed a garden and arrived at Zhang Lan's residence.

It's just that before he got closer, Shen Qiu's expression became strange.

Just now, the Kongwu monk said that Zhang Lan has a female dependent, and Shen Qiu thought he was talking about Qingqing.

But no.

In Zhang Lan's courtyard, there is a picturesque beauty in a long skirt playing the piano in the courtyard, and there are three equally beautiful girls singing with the piano next to her.

Seeing Zhang Lan walking into the courtyard, the four picturesque beauties happily greeted them and asked for warmth.

Shen Qiu and Xiao Tie were stunned when they saw this scene.

He turned his head to look at the empty monk who was chanting with his eyes closed, and he asked:

"How can there be so many women in this pure place of Buddhism? Don't the mustard master care? Just because Zhang Lan is so nonsense? ”

"Amitabha, Uncle Mustard doesn't care, he can't take care of it."

Monk Kongwu was also puzzled, he looked at the girls beside Zhang Lan, and said softly:

"These female donors are all old people in the house of Zhang Langongzi.

In the battle of Suzhou, they were taken captive by the Demon Sect, but fortunately decent people rescued them, but after being rescued, they had nowhere to go.

These female donors are all poor people, there are no relatives at home, and they don't give birth on weekdays, and the five fingers that are raised do not touch the spring water, if they don't care, they are afraid that they will fall into the fireworks and willow alleys and suffer from the red dust.

When they learned that Zhang Lan was in the Zen Monastery, they rushed here to continue their service. ”

The young warrior monk sighed and said:

"Zhang Lan Gongzi is also an amorous person.

He took good care of these female benefactors, and went to ask Uncle Mustard to allow them to stay with him.

Shen Shaoxia didn't know that before May, there were 12 female donors in this courtyard, and they were noisy all day long, making the entire Zen courtyard full of smoke.

The two uncles repeatedly persuaded Zhang Lan Gongzi to find a good family for them.

Eight of them were married off one after another, but the remaining four female donors had a deep love for Zhang Gongzi and were unwilling to leave.

Fortunately, the remaining female donors are not troublemakers.

Stay in the courtyard obediently every day, occasionally do some vegetarian fasting, can also help clean the Zen courtyard, and take care of the young girl by the way, Uncle Mustard Seed will let it go. ”

Shen Qiu nodded.

He had heard Shen Lan's demon girl say that Zhang Lan was an amorous seed, and he couldn't see a woman suffering.

Now that I look at it, it is indeed so.

Pity the playboy, it's not a good-for-nothing guy, looking at his intimate relationship with those women, on weekdays, he should also love it with his heart.

"It's just that in this pure place of Buddhism, it's still inappropriate to have a woman."

The monk said:

"Uncle Shi asked Zhang Lan Gongzi to hire craftsmen and build a small courtyard outside the Zen monastery for them to live in, and the Qingqing girl has also lived there recently."

While talking, Qingqing, who was drawing in the room, heard the sound and grabbed the brush and walked out.

Seeing that the senior brother was standing outside the house, Qingqing let out an exclamation, and his toes touched the ground, like a willow in the wind, and he swept over.

The little junior sister screamed and threw herself into Shen Qiu's arms, and Shen Qiu also opened her arms and picked her up.

This girl rubbed her brother's chest, like a kitten, and she said happily:

"Senior Brother and Xiao Tie are finally back!

I miss you so much. ”