Dongfang Tiexin worked tirelessly to give the Golden Lion a good massage [rubbing] for half an hour, and only stopped after making sure that he finally massaged off his expansion core.

Clapped his palms and moved his body, Dongfang Tiexin felt great.

"The next time I find out that this thought is in your mind, I'll pluck your mane bare."

The fight was not over, and the Golden Lion was warned again, and the matter was revealed.

The golden lion is very aggrieved, why is his master so cruel, and he is too ruthless, doesn't he just want to make a joke, he almost broke my legs, and suddenly felt that the lion was in darkness.

Seeing that Dongfang Tiexin was finally busy, the abbot of Witty Words came over, he hesitated for a long time just now, but finally decided to wait here, and wait until Dongfang Tiexin was busy and come to say hello again.

"Hahaha, congratulations to Xiaoyou."

Dongfang Tiexin was not surprised by the appearance of the abbot of the punch line, when he taught the golden lion before, he had already noticed it, and originally thought that if he came to call himself, he would clean up this foolish thing next time, but he didn't expect him to stand on the sidelines and watch, since this is the case, then settle the account this time.

Hmmm⊙∀⊙!

This time, Dongfang Tiexin didn't hide it from the Golden Lion, so the Golden Lion immediately knew that he could avoid this difficulty, damn it, why didn't you stand up before the bald head?

Punch Words looked at the golden lion who suddenly stared at him with a fierce face, and was a little confused, what was going on, he didn't provoke him.

"Rejoice and rejoice, the abbot of Witty Words brought this little master here, and it is not simply to congratulate."

Dongfang Tiexin said and glanced at Monk Fa Ming with a little meaning.

Although he was confused, the punchy abbot quickly answered Dongfang Tiexin's question.

"That's right, Tongxi, Dongfang Xiaoyou, the old man wants to ask you for a favor."

The punchline abbot said and patted Monk Fa Ming, Fa Ming understood, his fists were clenched, his body suddenly doubled again, his muscles bulged, the sound of breathing was like a thunder drum that shook the sky, and the thunder light appeared above his head like the previous golden lion, but compared to the golden lion, his thunder light seemed a little insignificant.

"Don't lie to the little friends, the inheritance of my Falei Temple originates from this washing bowl pool, when Manjushri Bodhisattva incarnation left a legacy here, the inheritance is divided into two parts,

The upper part is the Buddhist scriptures, expounding my Buddha's wonderful law, reciting day and night, you can see the heart, eliminate the demons, it is very beneficial for the practice, and the practice requirements are not high, as long as the heart is kind, willing to concentrate on the practice,

And the second half of the thunder scripture, and the upper part of the Buddhist scriptures are different, this thunder scripture for the practice requirements are extremely strict, ordinary people can not comprehend at all, the complete thunder scripture of my temple has been lost for 800 years,

Therefore, this time I hope that Xiaoyou can help me Falei Temple once, if Xiaoyou has any trouble in the future, you can come to Falei Temple for help, and my temple will do its best to help. ”

After the abbot finished speaking, he bowed to Dongfang Tiexin and rediscovered the Thunder Sutra for Falei Temple, which was the mission of the successive abbots for 800 years, which was not only a cultivation method for them, but also related to their beliefs.

Dongfang Tiexin didn't accept the bow of the abbot of the punch line, and dodged sideways to the left.

Seeing this, he thought that Dongfang Tiexin was unwilling to help, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, but the next sentence from Dongfang Tiexin pulled him back from disappointment.

"The thunder scripture that the abbot said is not here with me, I believe the abbot can also guess that it is my lion who receives the inheritance, since he got it, then the right to deal with it is in its hands, and I have no right to interfere, so if the abbot really wants it, it is better to discuss it with it."

Hearing the words, the abbot immediately came to the golden lion with a happy face, and just as he was about to speak, the golden lion stretched out his paw and interrupted him, pointed at him, then at himself, and then at the forest next to him.

Punchline understood what the golden lion meant, though he didn't understand why he was going to the forest. But looking at it like this, I should be able to get the Thunder Sutra back, so I nodded and agreed.

With the punchline of the Golden Lion's departure, he had no idea what he would face next.

And Dongfang Tiexin walked to the side of the tall Fa Ming, patted the strong muscles, and compared the difference in height between the two people, Dongfang Tiexin suddenly felt that his mood was not so wonderful.

Fa Ming didn't underestimate Dongfang Tiexin because he was young, as early as before, the master had already told him that although Dongfang Tiexin was young, he was a rare genius of cultivation, with the strongest cultivation method of Buddhism, and he had practiced in Fangguang Temple for a month before, and he had realized the power of heaven and eye, and had already attained the Sutuo Heng fruit position, whether it was strength or the pace of cultivation, Dongfang Tiexin was much stronger than him.

"I don't know if there's something wrong with my senior brother?"

Dongfang Tiexin shook his head, even if he really had something to do, he couldn't help him.

"The thunder scripture that the abbot asked for is for you."

"Yes, the complete Thunder Sutra has been lost in our temple for a hundred years, and the little monk was only fortunate enough to comprehend half of the Thunder Sutra here, but unfortunately the little monk is stupid by nature, and he can no longer comprehend it after comprehending this half."

Hearing Fa Ming's story, Dongfang Tiexin nodded, it was similar to what he thought, it was completely lost, and there should always be a mutilation.

"What about the monks who learned the Thunder Sutra before Falei Temple? Didn't they leave the complete Thunder Sutra behind? ”

Being asked by Dongfang Tiexin, Fa Ming showed an embarrassed look on his face, and hesitated for a long time before answering.

"That, in fact, because the inheritance of the Thunder Sutra is limited, and the person who realizes the Thunder Sutra can only teach the part he has learned to one person, and the person who is taught cannot teach it to the next person, so at most two people can learn it.

And since the death of the only two ancestors who learned the Thunder Sutra a hundred years ago, no one in our temple has been able to understand the whole Thunder Sutra, at most it is only half of the enlightenment like me, so the complete Thunder Sutra has been lost for a hundred years. ”

I see, Dongfang Tiexin nodded in understanding.

Maybe it's because the cultivation is so difficult, so the teaching conditions are limited, and if those who don't meet the requirements practice, I'm afraid it won't help the cultivation in any way, but will hurt themselves.

This kind of inheritance restriction greatly avoids the occurrence of this situation, because in order to prevent such a situation from happening, the teacher must carefully select, constantly investigate, and finally select a person who is most likely to succeed in learning, and to a large extent, avoid failure.

"Ahh

Just as the two of them were talking, a deafening scream sounded in the forest, so frightened that Fa Ming almost rushed straight in, but a hand pressed his shoulder, making him unable to move, and at the same time, a voice sounded in his ears.

"Stay honest, your master will be fine."

Although Fa Ming didn't know what his master was going through now, he must be terrifying, and he wanted to save his master, but he had more than enough strength to do it.

He looked at the small palm on his shoulder, and the force from it was something he couldn't resist.