"Fu a poem? Master Wu doesn't have to be like this, this matter ...... This matter will be turned around for you when the poor monk goes back!"

Hearing this, a strange look flashed on Huixing's face, and he instinctively felt that something was wrong, and he didn't dare to test it again.

"Don't worry about the master, I haven't returned for a long time, I miss my relatives at home, it's time to go back. ”

Wu Ming's eyes faintly recalled, and he walked towards the courtyard wall with some gloom.

"Isn't that okay?"

Hui Xing wanted to stop it, but he couldn't find a suitable reason.

After all, Wu Ming's identity is here, and he has forced people away, what else can he do?

"On that day, I traveled to Ansan Lake, and the poems mentioned were praised by the ancestors of Xuansheng, and they were praised by the Quartet.

Today's parting is imminent, if you can't mention poems for your temple, it is really a regret in life, and the master doesn't want the kid to have a defect in his state of mind, right?"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"This ...... It's okay, but after writing it, don't be in a hurry to leave, the stakes are very high, and the poor monk still needs to give back!"

The corners of Huixing's mouth twitched, and when he wrote a poem, he had to move Xuan Sheng out and threaten a little, how dare he say anything!

Even if this is the outer courtyard, it can only be resigned!

Moreover, the reputation of the son of Minnong is not covered, and he is faintly looking forward to it in his heart!

"Thank you, Master!"

Wu Ming bowed, turned back to face the wall, his face suddenly turned cold, and the cold light flashed in his eyes, "What a Shaolin Temple, is this to convey to me that 'people have to bow their heads under the eaves'? Okay, okay, if you don't admit it, don't blame me for doing things badly!"

Looking at Wu Mingqing's thin back, Huixing's brows furrowed slightly, and his indescribable body was cold!

I wanted to observe with my divine sense, but I was covered by the dragon clothes, and I couldn't get close at all, and it was far less than when I was face to face before, and I could still guess a thing or two.

If you can see the dangerous light flashing in Wu Ming's eyes at this time, you will definitely regret it!

Out of caution, Hui Xing could only stare closely.

I saw Wu Ming put his fingers together, and the silver hook and iron painting were outlined on the wall, and in an instant, the debris flew, and the big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing appeared!

It's a long story, but it's just a short time, not far from the door, Zhizhuo hasn't returned to the house yet, and he watched Wu Ming leave from afar.

Unexpectedly, Banlu walked to a corner and muttered alone, as if he was stunned.

It's just that he has a special identity, so it's not good to come forward for interrogation in a grand manner, so he can only look at it like this, so as not to be seen as tired.

After all, I just made a deal, even if I think it is very secretive, I always feel like a thief.

"Hey, what is the nameless junior brother doing? How can you write words? It's a good handwriting, this is ......"

Zhizhuan scratched his bald head, wondering, but after seeing what Wu Ming wrote, he couldn't help but read out his own master's voice, "The Buddha knelt before for three thousand years, good poetry, good poetry, the heart of the junior brother to the Buddha is really unique, just the sincerity of this kneeling is enough to move the heavens and the earth!"

"What's going on? What poem?"

"Who is this person, how dare he scribble in the Zhike Courtyard?"

"Did you want to take a different path, impress the monks in the temple, and give you the treasure book of exercises?"

Startled by the shouting of one of his voices, the monks and lay disciples who came and went all looked sideways, pointed and discussed.

Some were surprised, some were judgmental, some were dismissive, but some lowered their heads to figure out the meaning of the poem.

Huixing, who was hidden on the side, regretted it, but he didn't expect to be noticed in this corner and corner.

If I knew this, I would have to take Wu Ming away and write it somewhere else!

But the matter has come to this, so I can only pinch my nose and let it write down.

It's just that when I saw the first word of the second sentence, the feeling of something wrong in my heart faintly rose to a bad trend.

But Na Zhizhuo didn't think it was a big deal, and he felt that he had found a good seedling, where to find such a disciple who is dedicated to the Buddha and has a great future?

"I haven't seen my Buddha ......"

So, Wu Ming wrote here, and he shouted loudly.

However, when I read the fourth word, I couldn't say it again.

"Master Wu, don't be impulsive, don't be like this, don't be like this!"

Hui Xing's face can no longer be described as difficult.

If the first sentence still has some devotion to the Buddha, but more than half of the second sentence reveals a strong rebellious mentality!

I'm really not sure, after it is complete, what terrible artistic conception will be revealed!

Especially when I think of Wu Mingmin's nickname for Nong Shizi, the poems spread so fast, countless times more violent than ordinary news, I feel that my scalp is numb!

"Master don't be impatient, the kid knows it!"

Wu Ming laughed lightly, and his subordinates kept writing the second sentence.

The Buddha knelt in front of him for 3,000 years, and he didn't see my Buddha feel pity.

"I can't write, I can't write, the poor monk will go back and make it clear to the first uncle of the Discipline Academy!"

Hui Xing glanced at it, and felt that his heart was pounding, and he didn't dare to think about what would happen next, so he had to go against his will.

Not far away, Zhizhuo was already paralyzed, regretting it in his heart, scolding himself for not being obsessed, why did he accept a bribe from such a madman!

But the wood is already in the boat, and it is useless to regret it!

"Bold, which lay disciple are you in the academy that dare to make a big fuss in the Zhike Academy? Why don't you kneel down quickly and confess your sins to the Buddha!"

When several nearby monks heard the news, they were furious when they saw the handwriting on the wall, and rushed up with sticks in their hands.

"Stop!"

Looking at the golden light on Wu Ming's body like a Buddha's robe, Hui Xing appeared in a flash, and casually waved a powerful force to stop the monk who protected the temple.

"Hey, yellow-robed monk's robe, a monk in the inner courtyard!"

"I've seen the donor!"

For a while, sharp-eyed people recognized that Huixing's outfit was not simple, and when he shouted, he suddenly bowed his head to salute.

"Ahem, Amitabha, all the disciples don't have to be polite, let's go back to their places quickly!"

Hui Xing was embarrassed and coughed dryly.

The warrior monks of the Guardian Academy looked dazed, shouldn't they take down this unknown madman and tie up the Discipline Academy on the spot and punish him severely?

But looking at it like this, how can it be like the master Huixing is protecting him from the Dharma?

In this stunned moment, Wu Ming brushed and wrote three words in a row - Mo Daochen!

"I can't write it, donor, I know you have a grudge in your heart, but you can't write such a humiliation—this kind of poem. ”

Hui Xing didn't care about losing his dignity, so he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Wu Ming's arm, and the voice was persuaded hard.

So far, he really didn't dare to tell Wu Ming's affairs in public, otherwise it would inevitably cause an uproar.

"Why can't you write it?"

Wu Ming said indifferently.

"If you write this poem, even if you have a Buddha fate, you will be rejected by Buddhism, and hundreds of millions of Buddhist disciples in Shenzhou will regard you as an enemy!"

Looking at those calm and waveless dark eyes, Hui Xing's heart trembled, and he said astringently.

And what he thought in his heart was more than that, Wu Ming had a Buddha fate, and his name as a scripture keeper had just spread.

If it comes out at this time, he writes poems to insult the Buddha, which will be a big scandal and a joke in China!

Shaolin Temple, and even Buddhism, can't afford to lose this face!

"Hey, killing one person is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero. If you slaughter nine million, you will be the best of the best!"

Wu Ming was already impatient to rip his skin, shook his arm fiercely, and finished writing the third sentence with his fingers like hooks.

Mo Dao dust covers the eyes of the Buddha!

As a strong grandmaster, Hui Xing was shocked by it, and watched Wu Ming finish writing, with a look of horror on his face.

It's not that Wu Ming's strength is so strong, but the great power of the Buddha's light on his body.

With the strength of wisdom, it is indeed possible to forcibly break the Buddha's clothes transformed by the Buddha's light, but this kind of behavior is disrespectful to the blind monk if it is small, and disrespectful to the Buddha's light that gathers the mental power of sentient beings.

In other words, to be disrespectful to the 'Buddha' that sentient beings believe in, is a great rebellion!

With his Buddhist realm, he is not qualified enough and does not have the courage to make such a move.

"Amitabha!"

Hui Xing's face turned pale, and his god was shocked.

I never thought that it was just a simple Dharma Slip to add body, so that Wu Ming chose it like this, and his killing intent was even more like substance!

"Master, you're watching!"

Wu Ming was unmoved, the anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt, and he wanted to burn the sky, "I want to put chains on Lao Tzu, when I am a monkey?"

Growing up watching Journey to the West, how heroic is the Monkey King, who can be called the hero, isn't it that after being suppressed, he became a Buddhist horseman?

"Amitabha!"

Just when Hui Xing was miserable and was about to forcibly stop it against the Buddha's will, Wu Ming's ears suddenly sounded a Hongda Buddha horn, only to feel a flower in front of him, and when he looked at it again, the surrounding scenery changed greatly.

Somehow, I actually arrived in a quiet mountain forest Zen temple, the stream is murmuring, the bell is melodious, and it is a pure land of Buddhism!

But Wu Ming was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery, just because a sackclothed monk in the courtyard was sitting in front of the stone platform, looking at him with a warm gaze.

With just one glance, Wu Ming felt a chill in his heart, as if he had been seen through like a stripe.

"Evil obstacles, quickly retreat!"

I didn't see how the Mai monk spoke violently, just a soft snort from Bao Xiang*.

"Ahh

A sharp and vicious scream sounded in his ears, Wu Ming shivered, and the madness that appeared in his eyes gradually disappeared.

"Inner Demon!"

Wu Ming's face was slightly pale, extremely ugly, and the restlessness in his heart calmed down most of it.

I never thought that the demon I thought was expelled would be hidden in the dark, and it was hidden so deeply!

Moreover, neither the lotus lantern, nor the dragon robe, nor the Buddha robe were aware of it!

With such a treacherous method, even if his heart is as strong as his, he really feels terrified!

"Little donor, please take a seat!"

The Mai monk smiled lightly and pointed to the stone bench opposite.

"Thank you, Zen Master!"

Wu Ming's eyes flashed slightly, and he sat down with a bow, and his pupils suddenly shrank when he lowered his head.

On the stone table, a pair of Go is depicted horizontally and vertically, and a pair of endgames are placed scattered on it, which seems to hide a special mystery.

It's just that what makes him focus is not the endgame, but a quaint book next to the chessboard that exudes an ancient charm.

The corners of the book have long been fluffy and uneven, as if they have been read countless times, but they feel very natural, as they should be!

There are two ancient characters written on the front, although there are many strokes and they are complex and difficult to recognize, Wu Ming still recognizes them at a glance!

This booklet is the secret of Shaolin Temple, and there are a number of top foundation-laying martial arts in Shenzhou - Washing the Pulp Sutra!