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The cold wind rose overnight, and the pear blossoms fell in the world.

Overnight, the entire Songshan Mountain was covered by heavy snow.

Wrapped in silver, a waterfall hangs down the curtain, rushing down, breaking the blockade of ice and snow, and forcibly dredging a flow channel that cannot be disturbed by ice and snow on the surface of the pool full of ice and snow.

The heavy snow has not stopped, and it has fallen to the world, so it is not chic.

On the shore of the waterhole, a young man held a long stick with eyebrows, ignoring the wind and snow, and danced the long stick with the wind howling, which was magnificent.

Teasing, splitting, sweeping, covering, poking, pointing, collapsing...

The long stick is like a jiao, flying up and down, blocking and splitting the cover, which is very pressing...

Lunges, horse steps, servant steps, resting steps, virtual steps...

The pace is steady, the body is like a rock, the stick moves with the body, and the movement is like a rainbow...

A set of "Qi Mei Stick Method", a long stick with Qi Mei, in the hands of the young man, is like a part of his body, churning at will, and hitting the wind and snow.

After sweeping away the snow on the ground, the boy's thin body stopped in the wind and snow.

"Congratulations to Shaoxia for raising the realm of "Shaolin Qi Mei Stick Method" to a slight success!"

Exhaling into a fog, panting at dusk, hearing the sound in his ears, he nodded with satisfaction.

In two months, I finally cultivated this set of Qi Mei stick method to a slight size, and it was not in vain that I worked so hard, forgetting to sleep and eating all day long, and practicing hard boxing sticks. It's just a pity that "Shaolin Changquan" itself failed to promote it to the entrance to the house, otherwise, even if you don't get the "Jiuyang True Scripture", you can do this step during this time, then there is actually no regret.

That's right, in the game, Dusk spent two whole months in the Shaolin house, these two months, he put down the eagerness in his heart for quick success, and studied two sets of basic martial arts, not only the Shaolin Changquan practice is very skillful, it is this Qi Mei stick method, the boy is also cultivated to a little success.

When will we be able to get to the house? Waved the long stick a few times casually, and dusk was secretly looking forward to it.

Heavy snow is falling, like salt and flocculent.

Although the heavy snow did not hinder the monks of Shaolin Temple from insisting on their daily practice, when they completed the necessary daily practice, many people would return to their meditation rooms, burn incense and chant scriptures, and meditate to worship the Buddha.

In this way, the entire Shaolin seems more quiet, like the entire Shaolin Mountain, and only the sound of snowflakes falling can be heard at this time.

Listen to the snow fall under the eaves, and burn incense in anticipation of returning.

In front of the abbot's room, under the eaves, the abbot sat cross-legged on a futon, twisting the Buddhist beads at will with one hand, patting his knees with the other, and looking at the disturbing snowflakes in the yard with a smile, looking very casual. At this time, the abbot of Wubai was not as solemn and kind as usual, and his bearing was magnificent, but he had the appearance of the second senior brother Master Wuneng who had nothing to hear and asked.

The fourth disciple, Monk Tianyuan, accompanied him, and while he was sitting in a precarious position, he carefully looked after the kettle boiling on the small stove of the red firefly. After the water was thoroughly boiled, the monk Tianyuan carefully brewed a cup of fragrant tea and handed it to the abbot Wubai.

"Far away!" Taking the teacup, Abbot Wubai withdrew his gaze on the snowflakes, glanced at Tianyuan, and said softly.

"The disciple is here—" nodded respectfully, and Monk Tianyuan replied.

Looking at this disciple who was the most optimistic and had the most Buddha nature, Abbot Wubai smiled and said, "That little guy Kong Ming, I didn't cause you any trouble!" ”

Thinking of the little junior brother who was full of concentration, the corner of Monk Tianyuan's mouth twitched, and he replied softly: "When Senior Brother Kongming practiced with me, he always transcribed the Buddhist scriptures for a day, and he didn't make any noise, how could he bring trouble to the disciples!" ”

For the boy's behavior, the abbot Wubai was also surprised at first, after all, no one could have thought that the boy who worshiped Shaolin just to learn martial arts could really settle down and copy the Buddhist scriptures, originally thought that this kid was for everyone to see, and the ultimate goal was the martial arts classics on the second floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. However, three months have passed, the boy has been consistent, every day without stopping, nearly a hundred days like a day, no matter how windy, frosty, cold and summer, no matter how tired he is during the day, he has not stopped transcribing the Buddhist scriptures, not to mention the abbot Wubai and his several apprentices, that is, Master Wujing, they can't help but look up at the young man.

"Kong Ming has transcribed a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures!" The abbot took a sip of tea and asked again.

"Plus the "Ten Good Karma Sutras" that I completed yesterday..."Recalling for a while, Monk Tianyuan replied: "In the past three months, Senior Brother Kong Ming has copied thirty-six volumes of various Buddhist scriptures!" ”

"Thirty-six volumes..."Nodding with emotion, Abbot Wubai sighed deeply and said, "It's not easy!" ”

"It's not easy!" Thinking of the little junior brother, Monk Tianyuan smiled and said: "Although Senior Brother Kongming has the ability to never forget, for him, reading and transcribing it again, the result is actually similar, after all, these scriptures, he also does not seek to understand. However, it does require a certain amount of determination and determination for Senior Brother Kong Ming to sit down and transcribe word by word! ”

Tianyuan monk's words are not unreasonable, anyway, I will never forget it, I can write down the content of the scriptures casually at dusk, so that I can save a lot of time and find the "Jiuyang True Scripture" more quickly, but why do I have to choose to transcribe word by word at dusk, isn't this looking for trouble myself!

The answer is simple, dusk can't read the scriptures.

Not to mention the profound meaning of the Buddhist scriptures, even the sentences in them are also condescending and obscure, and there are even many words in them, and they are not known at dusk. If you just let the dusk read, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't read two pages, and I can sleep at dusk.

This kind of boring and incomprehensible thing, you let me read it little by little, just kidding, I'd rather copy it than read it from beginning to end. Dusk is too lazy to think about the meaning of the Buddhist scriptures, so I can only choose this stupid method.

The snow is still heavy and the wind is cold.

"By the way, Tianyuan, that old guy from Yideng invited you to the Great Theory Buddha again!" The abbot said suddenly.

"Yes, master!" Thinking of the master who was far away in Dali, a trace of respect flashed on the face of the monk Tianyuan, his hands were folded, and he said: "At this time of year, the predecessors of Yideng will ask someone to send an invitation, and the apprentice has received it yesterday!" ”

"A lamp is endless...", scolded lightly, the abbot Wubai put down the teacup unhappily, and said: "After so many years, I still don't give up!" ”

Why does Master Yideng invite his disciples to go to the Great Theory Buddha every year, the abbot's heart is like a mirror, how can this old thing still be remembered.

"Master..."Hearing that the master began to complain about the first-class seniors again, Tianyuan helplessly explained: "Why do you have such a big opinion about Master Yideng, the apprentice is just going to talk about Buddha, by the way..."

"What about the Buddha, the Buddha that only started in April, why do you want to let you go now, and why didn't he dare to invite me over!" Angry, the abbot Wubai didn't care what the image was, and scolded him: "He just wants to take you as an apprentice, this bastard, obviously rejected him, but he still doesn't give up, and he will tempt you in this way, what kind of monk is it!" ”

Looking at your current appearance, master, you are not a high-ranking monk! Looking at the master's angry appearance, Monk Tianyuan sighed helplessly, sandwiched between the master and the master of a lamp, it was really helpless.