When Gu Yun and Wang Lu rushed over, Chang Hu's shaving process was already halfway completed.

It was a little monk from the Martial Academy who shaved him, which means that half of Chang Hu's hair has been shaved off at the moment, but he is still in a coma, with his mouth open, and his hair is flowing onto his clothes.

Seeing this scene, Wang Lu's heart was shocked.

Talking about friends, he has heard of getting on the bus first and then buying tickets, why do monks have such a habit now?

He could imagine that Chang Hu "woke up" and found that there was a wooden fish in front of him, half-pushing and half-on-the-spot monks, and finally had no choice but to become the next abbot of the Hidden Dragon Temple.

"Little monk, you go out first, we have something to discuss with Chang Hu."

"But Master Chengkong said......"

"You are going against your will, and when he wakes up, he can go to court to sue you."

After Wang Lu's intimidation, the little monk immediately panicked, especially when there was a "evil" Gu Yun standing next to this person, he watched the competition between Master Chengkong and Gu Yun in the morning, and even Master Chengkong didn't get any benefits.

"Then the little monk will retire first."

Seeing the little monk drop the scissors and escape with a smoke, Wang Lu also paid attention to Chang Hu's "new hairstyle", fortunately, this person's hair usually doesn't grow long, and if he raises it, he can still grow it quickly.

"No, didn't Chang Hu say that he had fought hand-to-hand with the Ice Plain Mammoth? Could it be that the strength of the Clear Sky Monk is greater than that of the Ice Field Mammoth? ”

This time, Chang Hu was in a very complete coma, and his hair was half shaved and he didn't wake up.

"Oh, I actually knocked him unconscious."

Gu Yun explained.

"Why are you again!"

Wang Lu's eyes darkened, and he had already begun to sympathize with Chang Hu - although this guy had an arrogant attitude at first, but after being interrupted by Gu Yun once, his personal cultivation had improved a lot, but in the end, he still couldn't escape Gu Yun's poisonous hands, and he was knocked out again.

After being knocked unconscious, he was almost forced to shave and become a monk.

What a tragic word.

"Do you still have public morality, do you have compassion! He's so miserable, can you still do it!? ”

"You can't blame me completely, I told him to come down and change people, and he didn't change them."

And according to Gu Yun's estimate, Chang Hu should not be able to defeat the clear sky under the golden light, compared with the traditional one-move one-move, that golden light is already equivalent to immortal arts.

It's just that the competition between him and Chengkong was interrupted by Qin Mu, so he didn't have time to ask where Chengkong's golden light came from.

Once he has mastered the principle, he can go back and teach it to his sister and three disciples.

"That golden light may have something to do with the Dharma they studied."

While talking, Wang Lu picked up the scissors and helped Chang Hu trim his hair - when he was young, he really worked in a barbershop, but unfortunately later because of his bad personal image, the barbershop owner fired him on the grounds of corporate image.

"I found out from the moment I entered the door, the aura of most of the monks in the Hidden Dragon Temple is golden, I have never seen this kind of scene before, their aura is only thin and strong, that is, the little monk Juezen who choked on eating sweet potatoes before has this kind of aura."

Of course, the aura of the little monk Juezen was so weak that it was almost negligible.

This is not the first time Wang Lu has seen monks, there are many monks in the subway station of X city, and there are special temples on the mountains in the suburbs, every year on the eve of the college entrance examination, many parents will go to the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha, when they moved to X city, his mother also went to the temple to make a wish, but he still failed in the college entrance examination that year.

And all the monks he met in the past had the same aura as ordinary people, and the so-called high monks were only slightly stronger than the aura of ordinary people, far less dazzling than the monks of the Hidden Dragon Temple.

"I failed the college entrance examination that year, and I realized a life truth."

Wang Lu's expression suddenly became a little serious.

"It's useless to ask for incense and worship the Buddha?"

Gu Yun guessed.

"No, if you don't study hard, you won't be able to get into college."

Wang Lu is a real person, and he will not blame his failure in the college entrance examination on the ethereal Bodhisattva.

One of the main reasons is that until the morning he walked into the examination room, his vocabulary memorization was forever stuck on the first page of the college entrance examination vocabulary manual.

A, abandon, abandon.

So, when the English test paper comes down, it's like reading a book from heaven.

That year, the students complained that the reading questions of that year were too difficult after the exam, and when they scolded the questioners, Wang Lu's realm was different.

In good conscience, he didn't even understand what the question was asking.

Wang Lu thought that when he heard about his past ups and downs, Gu Yun would laugh at him or express disdain, but he didn't expect the other party to pat him on the shoulder very warmly to show comfort.

"It's okay, I don't understand it either."

What Wang Lu said, Gu Yun has a deep understanding.

The first time he saw the English test paper that his sister had brought back, he thought it was a spell book from the Protoss.

"I think we'd better stop talking about it."

It sounded like two illiterate people were exchanging their experiences, and even a faint sadness suddenly filled the air.

"The Dharma just mentioned, I guess it's a move used by the monks of the Hidden Dragon Temple to fight against evil spirits, according to my observation, the more dazzling the golden light, the more it should be able to fight - those masters of the Chengzi generation are all humanoid generators."

Wang Lu pondered about this matter for a noon.

The Hidden Dragon Temple Martial Arts Academy learns some fist and foot kung fu, but among the demons, demons, monsters, and ghosts, there is still a category of evil spirits without a body, and normal people will only pass through their bodies when they swing their fists, so they must have the ability to deal with this kind of evil spirits.

"I speculate that the martial arts academy teaches them moves, and the inner academy teaches them spells, so they are equivalent to demonic martial arts dual cultivation."

"Then you have studied the Buddhist scriptures for so long before, have you found anything?"

Although Wang Lu's reasoning made sense in theory, Gu Yun found it hard to believe that there were still people in this world who could cultivate spiritual power just by reciting scriptures and reciting Buddha.

The cultivation of spiritual power is full of difficulties and obstacles, and the cultivation methods in the village need to pass the test of the waterfall trial, and the danger and difficulty are much more difficult than sitting in the temple and reciting Buddhist scriptures.

"Don't take chanting sutras and reciting Buddha as an easy task, the key is to practice for many years!"

Wang Lu, who had studied for a noon, was the most vocal.

When he opened the first Buddhist scripture, Wang Lu was very ambitious and vowed to render his aura into the color of local tyrant gold, but when he turned to the tenth Buddhist scripture, he fell asleep.

And when he woke up, he was surprised to find that his brain was empty, and he didn't see anything.

This morning, the aura was not rendered, and the cultivation did not improve, but I was hungry.

As soon as he was hungry, his mind was full of roasted wild boar legs that the three of them had secretly brought back last night.

At this moment, Wang Lu realized an important problem.

He was not fit to be a monk.

Compared with the Dharma protection, he really wanted to eat roasted wild boar legs more.

"Therefore, the set of waterfall trials you are talking about is actually a physical practice, and chanting the sutra and reciting the Buddha to purify the heart and have few desires is a spiritual practice, which is not something that ordinary people can achieve."

One is to fight with the external environment, and the other is to fight with the inner seven emotions and six desires.

It is not clear which is easier or harder.