Hearing the sound, I saw a bald monk with a fat head and a round face slowly walking out of the mountain gate, dressed in mud and yellow, with his left palm and chest flat. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When Xiaoyaosheng saw it, he hurriedly knelt down and bowed: "I am Xiaoyaosheng, a disciple of this layman, and my friend is extremely poisonous in the body of today, and I beg the master of scabies to be merciful and cured." ”

The scabies monk flashed with a strange look on his face and said, "You get up and speak first!" While speaking, he has already walked in front of Jiao Neng, Jieyang, and the two.

The two of them turned around, their expressions were a little imperceptible curiosity, and Jiao Neng said meaningfully: "Today, the scabies Buddha has walked out of the mountain gate so elegantly, but I am afraid that the dust under this foot will be difficult to clean." ”

"Amitabha! Buddha is man, man is dust; How dare you come from the dust? It's gone! The scabies monk spoke, and with a flick of his right hand, he grabbed the swordsman like pinching flowers and picking leaves, and carried it on his shoulder.

The swordsman seemed to have suddenly broken free, and suddenly came to his senses, his red eyes widened, his fangs were bitten down; The scabies monk was not in a hurry, and slapped his right hand on the swordsman's mouth, and said: "Evil animal! A golden light burst out of his palm, firmly clamping the fangs.

Although the fangs of the swordsman are sharp, they are no longer able to do anything, and every time they bite, they are like birds with their beaks amputated, and they can only find ready-made food, but they cannot do the power to kill.

"This ......" Jiao Neng was speechless for a moment.

"Buddha friends think twice!" Jieyang also felt inappropriate.

The scabies monk didn't pay attention, and only said to Xiaoyaosheng: "Come with me!" ”

Xiaoyaosheng didn't dare to slack off, hurriedly walked to the scabies monk, and went to the mountain gate together.

"What a tough guy!" Jieyang said helplessly.

"The end is that he has a lot of qualifications, and he was already in the temple when he got started, and I really don't know how much he cultivated; Otherwise, we don't have to be so ambiguous! Jiao Neng said helplessly.

"Brother Jiao, forget it! With this leisure and Yaxing conjecture, it is better to spend more time on cultivation, if you and I have no chance to improve in the past thirty years, the road of the avenue will be the end! Jieyang said with some vicissitudes.

"Yes! Yes! Jiao Neng responded twice, and Jieyang's figure gradually dissolved into a virtual shadow, and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Senior! Predecessor! Seniors ......" Feng Hao and the others suddenly stood up and shouted in panic, but no one responded; After a while, he had to complain to himself: "I missed the opportunity, I missed the opportunity!" ”

Xiaoyaosheng followed the monk into the mountain gate, and without speaking, he walked straight to the depths of the Huasheng Temple; No one in the temple saluted, and no one did the same when they met the lay disciples, and no one regarded the monk as a master of advanced cultivation, let alone a word of respect.

Although Xiaoyaosheng is a lay disciple of the Huasheng Temple, but every time it is the Zen master of the empty to teach his method, this time to enter the Huasheng Temple is the first time, although the heart is very curious, but the heart is heavy, and there is no intention to appreciate it, looking forward to seeing the teacher as soon as possible, and relieving the pain of the swordsman. I had no choice but to have a meal for a long time, met many fellow brothers and sisters, and saw many towering trees, towering ancient temples, and majestic Buddha statues, but I didn't see the monk stop for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking: "Dare to ask how far is the master of scabies?" ”

But the monk said: "Far and near is near, near and far; The heart is in another country, and the heart is in the place where it returns; The dead of the heart are hopeless, and the living of the heart have reincarnation. ”

Xiaoyaosheng was silent for a long time after hearing this, and suddenly Amitabha Buddha said: "Thank you Master Scabies for enlightening and understanding my turbid heart." "After saying that, the impatience has been sharply reduced, and I saw that the scabies monk was so calm and relaxed from beginning to end, and the impatience has decreased again, and it has gone eight or nine times out of ten for a while.

The two of them walked slowly like this, and finally came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion after nearly half an hour, and there were two young monks who looked quite similar at the door, and the one on the right said: "Where is the donor from?" The one on the left asks, "Where do you want to go?" ”

The monk replied, "I have come from the dust, and I want to go to the middle of the world." ”

With a creak, the door opened.

"Please!" The two acolytes bowed and retreated to their sides.

The scabies monk took the swordsman and entered, and Xiaoyaosheng followed.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is very large, like a labyrinth, Xiaoyaosheng followed behind the scabies monk, and walked nearly a cup of tea, so he stopped in front of the cabinet. Immediately reciting the scriptures, a string of golden Sanskrit characters spun out of his mouth and disappeared into a scripture book in front of him. After about three words, the warp cabinet suddenly sounded dullly, and opened to the left and right, and a dazzling white light shot out at the right time.

Xiaoyaosheng didn't have time to be vigilant, and suddenly fell into the trap, so he had to close his eyes and wait.

Soon the sound of friction stopped, and the scabies monk said, "Come with me!" ”

Xiao Yaosheng opened his eyes, but saw that the monk was walking towards a three-foot square hole with white light, and when his figure was completely submerged in it, he slowly followed; When his entire body was fully inside the underground staircase, there was a dull creak overhead, and the secret door to the basement closed.

The underground passage is five feet wide and nine feet high, and the walls are lit by oil lamps that have lasted for thousands of years. At first, it was a slope ladder, and the descent was about three zhang deep, and the passage suddenly became smooth. After walking for more than 30 zhang and turning a few times, the monk stopped in front of a stone wall and recited the scriptures.

The golden word of the culture did not enter the stone wall, and it didn't take long for the stone wall in front of him to suddenly open in the heavy friction sound, and a Tibetan scripture pavilion appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help but be surprised. The scabies monk had already walked inward with the swordsman, and Xiaoyaosheng hurriedly followed.

This one is not very large, but there are two warp cabinets on the left and right, and six rows of double-frame warp cabinets in the middle; There is another space of nearly two zhang inside, where an old monk in a robe and an old woman with white hair close their eyes and meditate.

"Zen Master!" The scabies monk bowed respectfully.

"There is Senior Brother Lao waiting outside the door!" The Zen master looked kind and slowly opened his eyes.

"Yes!" The scabies monk answered, put down the swordsman, and stroked his body, and a golden Sanskrit word was wrapped around his body like a chain; Suddenly, the swordsman was wrapped in reality and couldn't move at all; After that, the scabies monk Fang retreated.

The door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion should be buzzed in response to the occasion.

"Meet Master! Ask the teacher to save your friend Swordsman! Xiaoyaosheng suddenly fell to his knees with a thud and knocked his head three times in a row.

"No hurry! First of all, let's meet the grandmother of the founding grandmother of the daughter village. Zen Master Kongdu said.

Xiaoyaosheng hurriedly bowed to Granny Sun and said, "Disciple Xiaoyaosheng of Huasheng Temple, meet Granny Sun's ancestor."

Granny Sun opened her eyes, nodded slightly, and said, "Fruit is a rare genius in a thousand years!" ”

The Zen Master of Kongdu smiled slightly, and suddenly waved his palm, and the swordsman was like walking on the ice, and sucked it in with a swish; However, after just one glance, he was suddenly shocked and said: "Catastrophe! ”