Jiang Bai knelt behind Beng Niangniang, listening to the sound of Buddhist scriptures, and there was another scene in front of him, but it seemed to look at him again; Half-open eyes and half-closed door, holding the river water jade as a basin, flying peach pits and three dividends, borrowing a wisp of the soul of the fairy girl.

This scene floated by, and suddenly, Jiang Bai's eyes were blurred for a while, and then, there was a burst of transparency in his heart, and he immediately understood, maybe this was what had happened on the isolated island, maybe this was Beng Niangniang interpreting her past to herself, why did Master Beng Niangniang do this, before he could think clearly, still in doubt, another picture seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

The river slaps the shore, a peach tree from small to large, suddenly, it becomes a peach forest, the flowers bloom and fall, the peach forest is gone, but there is a splendid temple, the temple lintel is written with three big blue characters - Jialan Temple, Jialan Temple, a monk who has attained the Tao, is sitting in danger, his face is solemn, sitting down the disciples, his hands are folded, and he listens carefully to the monk preaching Buddhism, however, just outside the main hall, a giant python is entrenched on a big banyan tree, probing the letter, shaking his head and shaking his head, it seems to be listening with relish.

At this moment, a small river mussel floated up from the turbulent river water, saw that there was no one around, immediately quietly went ashore, quickly climbed to the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Jialan Temple, hid behind the last row of monks, began to listen to the explanation of the great monk, heard the depths, the mussel couldn't help but grow up a lot, seemed to squeeze to his side A very tall monk, looking at the face of this monk, only fifteen or sixteen years old, but it turned out to be a small monk.

However, the figure of this little monk is very tall, even if he sits in the back row, he is half a head taller than the adult monks in front, his broad shoulders seem to be about to stretch out the shabby monk's robes, a pair of honest big lips, the bridge of the nose is high, and his eyes are bright, the tall little monk seems to have known that there is a mussel next to him who is also listening to the Buddhist scriptures, so he didn't look at it, he picked up the river mussel casually and put it in his arms.

In the dead of night, the monks dispersed, the tall little monk took the river mussel in his arms, turned around in the temple, and then, seeing that there was no one around, he came to a small corner gate behind, opened the corner gate, sneaked out of the temple, came to the edge of the river, took out the mussel in his arms, raised it in his hand and said; "I didn't expect you to be so a little gadget, just to the Buddha, to be kind, it's really difficult for you, but, it's just, the next time you come, you have to be earlier, otherwise, what you hear will not be complete, it will affect your cultivation, okay, tomorrow morning on the fifth watch, the master will also preach the scriptures, you had better arrive at the temple on the fifth watch."

After the little monk finished speaking, he bent down to put the mussel in his hand on the riverside, and let him climb into the river by himself. "Senior brother, wouldn't it be okay for you to take me with you, so that it saves a lot of fatigue and worry."

When the tall little monk heard the voice, he was first surprised, and then immediately carefully picked up the clam and whispered; "You scared me, I thought it was the evil in the river that was bewitching me, but it turned out to be you, since you can speak, why didn't you say it earlier, let's go, let's go back, and then, I will prepare a wooden basin, fill it with water and put you in the wooden basin, do you think this is okay?"

The clam held in the hand of the little monk shook his head after hearing this, and the little monk immediately asked; "So what's good?"

At this time, looking at the mussel, he opened his mouth and said; "You, what a cute little junior brother, I asked you to take me with you, but I didn't let you prepare any wooden basins and water or anything like that!"

After listening to the words of the mussel, the little monk had no choice but to shake his head and ask; "And what do you say you should do?"

"What to do, it's really stupid enough, you can still take me into your arms, you don't have to worry about anything else, do you hear it clearly this time!"

"Yes, yes," said the little monk, turning and running towards the temple, and said worriedly again on the way; "Since you call me junior brother, I will call you senior brother, but, senior brother, I please, you must not run around when you return to the temple, so as not to disturb all the senior brothers, and when the time comes, I will have to say a lot."

As soon as the little monk finished speaking, he spread his legs and ran again, and as he was panting loudly as he ran, he heard the sound of talking again from his arms; "Say you're stupid, you're really stupid, that will go out in the middle of the night, now, I want to officially tell you, don't let those senior brothers of your know about my existence, if you let those monks know, I won't be able to come again, you know?"

Listening to the voice of the words in his arms, the tall little monk replied again and again; "I understand, I understand, please rest assured, I won't tell anyone, but if the master asks, what should I do, do I have to lie to the master, don't you forget, the monks don't speak, let alone lie."

The little monk's voice had not yet fallen, and the voice in his arms immediately picked up; "Fool, who made you lie, the master already knew that I sat down with him to listen to the Dharma, don't worry, the master and his old man will not ask you."

As soon as he said this, the mountain gate arrived, and the little monk looked at the tall mountain gate, as if he was pondering whether to knock on the door or jump in, and at this moment, the sound of speech sounded in his arms; "Fool, go around to the back and walk to the corner door, when you came out, the corner door was not locked, you forgot!"

When the little monk heard this, he stuck out his tongue, quickly went around to the back, gently pushed open the small corner door, and slipped into the temple.

It's another year, the spring grass is endless, the little monk is holding the river mussel in his arms, listening to the Buddhist scriptures for ten years, listening to the great monk Jiangliu ten years of Buddhism preaching, and then, the master began to travel, and the river mussel always wants to follow the master to the clouds, but the master always avoids him, the river mussel has to sprinkle his anger on the little monk, every time the master quietly leaves the temple, I don't know where to go, the river mussel will bite him when the little monk is asleep, and wait until the little monk wakes up in pain, Jiang Beng will whisper; "I'm sorry, junior brother, I didn't control myself, and I bit you again, or you can beat me up."

The little monk listened to Jiang Beng's words, just smiled, rubbed the bitten chest, and then lowered his head and continued to sleep, and when the little monk had ninety-nine Jiang Mussel tooth marks, this day and night, the temple suddenly heard the bell, the monks heard the bell gathered in the hall, but saw that the Jiangliu monk had already sat upright on the pulpit, the monks hurriedly bowed, saying that the master was healthy, the Jiangliu monk was in the hand, let everyone sit down, and then began to preach the Tibetan Heart Sutra, about five watches, Jiangliu Master finished speaking, let everyone disperse, Just when the little monk sitting in the back row was about to leave, he was gently stopped by the senior brother in charge and whispered to him, so panicked that the little monk hurriedly ran to the pulpit of the great monk of Jiangliu, knelt down and kowtowed; "Disciple, the little monk bows to the master!"

The big monk of Jiangliu looked at the little monk and said softly; "Little monk, don't you have a name?"

The little monk bowed and replied; "I think at the beginning, when the master took in the little monk, didn't he personally say that I was called the little monk, I think the little monk should be my name."

The great monk of Jiangliu listened to the answer of the little monk kneeling below, and said softly; "Little monk, you are wrong, I didn't name you at that time, because the opportunity has not come, today you have a name, you open your clothes, let it come out too!"

Just this sentence, frightened the little monk trembling, panicked under the pulpit, I don't know what to do, at this time, he felt that his upper body was straightened by a thing, and the placket was also lifted, and the little monk in the panic looked again, and there was a small river mussel kneeling beside him, and he was speaking; "Master Qiqi, it's not that the little monk deliberately deceives the master, it's that I don't let the little monk tell you about the old man!"

After listening to Jiang Beng's answer, the great monk of Jiang Liu still sat upright on the pulpit and asked calmly; "Why don't you let the little monk tell me?"

Jiang Beng replied; "I'm afraid to tell you the old man, your old man won't take me in because I'm just a river mussel."

"Huh!" Monk Jiang Liu listened to Jiang Beng's answer, sighed, and then said, the creation of heaven, there is a certain number in the dark, and it should be, if you let the little monk tell me truthfully, where can I not take you in, since 20 years ago, you quietly went ashore, secretly climbed into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, hid under my pulpit and listened to my lectures, I knew, ten years later, you have cultivated to be able to speak human language, and you found this honest little disciple of mine again, and got into his arms to listen to my lectures, and when I went out to travel, You want to secretly follow me to Yunyou in order to increase your cultivation, you asked the little monk several times where I went, and the little monk had to answer truthfully that he didn't know, so every night in the middle of the night, you took a bite on his chest, and now it should be the ninety-ninth mouthful. ”

When the great monk Jiangliu said this, he stretched out a finger and pointed at the little monk and asked; "Am I right or not?"

The little monk hurriedly replied; "Yes, yes, master."

Monk Jiangliu listened to the little monk's answer, but smiled slightly, and then said; "Now it's not right, it's not anymore, little monk, take a closer look at your chest, are there any traces of the ninety-nine mussel teeth?"

The little monk heard the master's strange words, he was suspicious, and opened his clothes again, where are there traces of being bitten by Jiang Meng, the little monk is wondering, suddenly, but saw that there are three horizontal and one vertical faintly appeared on the chest, the little monk is surprised, but he saw a little between the horizontal and vertical on the lower right, what is going on, the little monk is strange, but he didn't dare to ask the master, at this time he listened to the Jiangliu monk sitting on the pulpit said; "Beng Niangniang, what words do you see on the little monk's chest?"