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In the early morning, the Linyuan Temple was not as orderly as usual, and the sound of hurried footsteps showed the uneasiness of the monks in the temple. A monk in a gray-blue robe walked briskly to the abbot's room, looking worried.

"Senior brother, senior brother!" bypassing the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, before he could see the wooden door of the abbot's room, the temple had already shouted, and his voice was urgent.

A white-bearded monk in a red robe is carrying a wooden bucket and watering flowers and plants with a wooden ladle.

"Quiet, don't be dry, what happened to the junior brother, so alarmed?" said the abbot.

"Senior brother, come on, something happened!" "The supervisor rushed up directly and grabbed the abbot's hand and walked towards the way he came, "Qiangong is the master, I'm afraid it's a bad poison." ”

The front gate of Linyuan Temple is red, looking into the distance, there is a bloody road straight to the mountain road, which is very shocking. In the middle of the big pool of blood, a woman had died of blood loss, and the swaddling clothes in her arms were still being held in her arms.

"Sin, sin. Seeing this, the abbot grieved and said, "Who is this?" and the abbot pointed to the woman. Jian Si shook his head and said, "According to the letter in her arms, it may be Qiangong's benefactor, and the baby in her arms is the son of Qiangong, whose name is Qiantong." ”

"What about the Qiangong donor?" the abbot continued.

The temple pointed to Mingjue and waved his hand to signal closer. "Senior brother, it was Mingjue who found the body in the early morning, and I have to ask him for details. ”

"Amitabha. Mingjue, apart from what your uncle said just now, are there any other details?" the abbot asked.

Mingjue scratched his smooth scalp, and said in a trembling voice: "Back to the abbot's master's words, this morning I took a broom in the meditation room, opened the temple door as usual, and found that it was already the case, the female benefactor held a letter in her hand and fell in a pool of blood, and the swaddling clothes in her arms were dyed red," the little monk trembled more and more as he described, "The female benefactor's left wrist was broken, revealing bone stubble, and her right foot seemed to be rotten. Master, it's so miserable. ”

"Ah, Amitabha. The senior disciple of the temple supervised the order, and followed the bloodstains, and was sure to find the body of the thousand benefactors. In addition, the abbot paused and made up his mind to say: "Qiangong's donor is in this temple and has great affection in the Buddha domain, and this Qiangong's son must be raised by us." ”

"This ······" The temple supervisor was obviously a little embarrassed, "Yu Li is not compatible, besides, what should be the candidate for this raiser, this temple is really difficult to considerate." ”

"Needless to say, I've made up my mind. The abbot stood up straight, took a deep breath, turned to dozens of high-level officials of Linyuan Temple, and said, "From now on, the son of Qiangong is the thirty-fifth generation disciple of Linyuan Temple, and his Dharma name: Understand." That is, if you understand the reason and are innocent, the teacher of the profession will be personally assumed by the old man, and there can be no objection. ”

With that, the abbot waved his hand, swayed his body, and walked to the abbot's room.

The temple saw the abbot and shook his head, "Go ahead, find the body, and arrange the ceremony of entering the temple." Suddenly, the supervisor thought of something, waved his sleeves and turned around and quickly chased after the abbot: "Senior brother, does this matter want to be made public?"

The abbot stood still, pondered, and said, "What do you think?"

"No, you can't. Jian Temple asserted.

"Okay, then the junior brother will handle it"

Two hours later, the monks reported that the body of Qian Gong had been found, and twenty-nine Karatu people had been found in the nearby bushes.

"Oh, it seems that what you said is really wise, junior brother. The abbot praised.

"Fourteen years have passed since the last Battle of the North and the South, and the Great War may be coming. I have done my best to actively prepare for the war, and I am afraid that the Karatu Sect will not be a little slower. And Thousand Swords Villa is one of the three giants of my Central Plains, only under the Dao Domain and my Buddha Domain, the owner of the village died in Linyuan Peak, I'm afraid that other people have also been killed, the news in the mountains is blocked, what happened in the martial arts that caused the Thousand Swords Villa to suffer this catastrophe?" Seeing that the senior brother was silent, the supervisor said again: "I'm afraid it's internal and external troubles, junior brother, I don't know why you want to take in Qiangong's son, senior brother, aren't you afraid that my Buddha Domain will also suffer this catastrophe?"

The abbot smiled and said, "Why should the junior brother pretend to be angry, this poison is a taboo for monks." ”

"Senior Brother Abbot, don't be this idle person. Now where is this Buddha realm still like a place outside the world, the dark tide is surging, be careful. The supervisor walked to the side of the case, picked up a cup of tea, and said, "The Qi family has been gaining momentum recently, so you need to pay attention to it." ”

The abbot nodded and looked at the place where the mountain road came from, the remaining blood stains still did not disappear, and most of them had formed blood clots. The sky turned from clear to gloomy, and the sound of wind and thunder could be heard from time to time in the distant clouds.

"The storm is coming. ”

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In the blink of an eye, eight years have passed.

"Understood! understood!" Eight years ago, Mingjue, who was short and thin, had grown up and served as a disciple of the Discipline Academy, and was now looking for a senior disciple everywhere.

"Here, senior brother," a somewhat immature voice came down from a big tree. "Where have you gone? The abbot called you in the back mountain. Mingjue panted and ran under the tree, tilting his head and saying.

"Did the old man say anything, brother?" the two words of the senior brother were raised a little high, as if they were threatening.

"Yes, yes. He said, 'Mingjue, you go to find your senior brother, the old man is looking for him.' Mingjue also learned to brush up his beard like the abbot, and he sent to find a piece of firewood to use as a tin staff to speak and perform.

"Stop, stop, brother, you're playing monkey! Isn't this just that you didn't say anything, as for acting like this? "Understand the head out of the canopy.

Eight years of temple upbringing did not wear out the sharpness of understanding at all, but successfully aroused his heart to fight back, and Mingjue became a victim of this confrontation between Mingming and the temple leadership.

"Senior brother, didn't you listen to what the chief elder of the Discipline Academy said about you?" 'Mingjue, can you have some eyesight and timidity in doing things, what can you do, if your senior brother violates the precepts and binds him here, how dare you touch him. 'Senior brother, you're just too soft. I understood that there was some hatred for iron, and he said.

"I understand what my brother and sister are teaching. Mingjue folded his hands again and said respectfully.

"Okay, now that I understand it, I'll go and get busy by myself, and I'll go find the old bald donkey. He slipped down from the trunk of the tree, patted the soil on the monk's robe, and walked to the back mountain without looking back, leaving Mingjue at a loss.

Back Mountain.

As soon as the wood was cut off, the abbot held a tin staff and faced the wind on the cliff, and his robe was blown into a flame.

"I see. The abbot closed his eyes and felt the arrival of understanding from the change in the wind.

Understand that the little monk was fostered in Linyuan Temple before the full moon, he had never drunk human milk, had not eaten meat, his face was a little yellow, some were thin, and the wide monk's robe was blown by the wind on his body.

"yes, I'm here, what are I going to do. ”

"Teach you a set of punches. ”