On this day, the sky gradually darkened, and in another ruined temple, the bonfire rose, and the smell of barbecue began to seduce the little monk's slander again.

That's right, this is Song Xiaojian taking revenge on the little monk, numb, free car, how can there be such a good thing?

The little monk swallowed his saliva, folded his hands, closed his eyes, and chanted frantically in his mouth, "Guanzi Bodhisattva,...... Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color...... Pineapple... Prajnaparami......"

Gradually, a layer of cold sweat appeared on the little monk's forehead, and the more he read the scriptures, the more anxious he became, and his heart became more and more anxious.

What's going on, I used to recite the sutra two or three times, and I would suppress the slander worm in my stomach, but why can't I do it today?

Why is the aroma getting stronger and stronger, and why can I feel the temperature of the chicken wings?

Could it be that there is a hallucination, could it be that this is the legendary demon?

The little monk panicked, scared, sweat on his forehead rained, but he didn't coax, put his heart horizontally, and recited the 'Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra' if it didn't work, then change to another sutra,

"That's what I heard...... All appearances are vain ......"

The little monk became more and more anxious, and his voice became louder and louder, and gradually, the little broken temple was full of echoes of his chanting.

Little Lori was on the side, covering her small mouth, and her pretty face was already red.

Because Song Xiaojian was holding a roasted chicken wing, placing it in front of the little monk's nose, and gently fanning the wind, sending the tempting fragrance into the little monk's nostrils.

Chi Kui didn't know what the reason was, he didn't stop the little monk from joining them before, and now he didn't stop Song Xiaojian's spoof,

The little black donkey took advantage of the fact that a few people were not paying attention, secretly took a roasted eggplant in his mouth, and ran fast.

Suddenly, Song Xiaojian, who couldn't hold back his smile, shook his hand, and the chicken wings in his hand hit the little monk's nose, and the little monk opened his eyes all of a sudden, looking at the chicken wings that were close at hand, and the little monk swallowed his saliva with difficulty again,

"Master Song, you are ......"

Song Xiaojian looked pious, "Master, if you are careful, you will be regarded as the incense money I gave to the Buddha." ”

Little Lori was happy, giggling, the first time I heard that I used grilled chicken wings as incense money,

The little monk was stunned, reached out and touched Song Xiaojian's forehead, "I'm not sick, how can I be stupid?" ”

Song Xiaojian had a black line, "You're stupid, I kindly donated incense, this is how you Buddhism treats pilgrims?" ”

Well, pulling the tiger skin as a banner, in the blink of an eye, he buttoned a hat to the Buddha Gate.

The little monk hurriedly said: "Don't misunderstand, it's just that my Buddhism is a quiet place, and it is forbidden to kill and eat meat, so you can't accept your chicken wings from the donor." ”

Song Xiaojian's face was pale, "Nonsense, I'm obviously not a chicken wing, it's just a roasted green vegetable." ”

Little Lori's stomach hurts with laughter, in ancient times, there was a deer as a horse, and it is now said that chicken wings are green vegetables.

The little monk was stunned, his nose smelled the tempting burnt fragrance, and the slander worm in his stomach began to rebel again, and he hurriedly recited the scriptures a few times before he said:

"The donor laughed, this is obviously chicken wings, where are the vegetables?"

Hum~~

Song Xiaojian snorted lightly, "Then let's talk about it well, the Buddha Lord is an old man, did he say that all living beings are equal?" ”

The little monk nodded, "Yes, it is indeed recorded in the Buddhist scriptures, and this sentence is from ......"

Song Xiaojian waved his hand, "I don't care where I come from, just have it, then let me ask you, is there a sentence called color is emptiness, and emptiness is color?" ”

The little monk nodded slightly, "This sentence is from the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra. ”

Song Xiaojian's face was full of pride, "Isn't that okay, all beings are equal, green vegetables and chicken wings are equal, emptiness is color, color is emptiness, that is to say, green vegetables are chicken wings, chicken wings are green vegetables, little monk, do you understand?" ”

The little monk was stunned, the Buddha seemed to have said something like this, and the meaning was similar, but why did he feel that something was wrong?

Little Lori picked up a chicken wing again, "Well, yes, I'll eat another green vegetable." ”

Seeing her like this, the little monk was even more stunned, could it be that the chicken wings he saw were really green vegetables?

Song Xiaojian suddenly came to the little monk and sat down,

"Little monk, Lao Tzu said: 'Look at the mountain is a mountain, look at the mountain is not a mountain, look at the mountain is still a mountain.' That's what that's all it is, you get the idea, right? ”

I understand your uncle, what is not a mountain? The little monk was completely confused,

"Master Song, Buddhism has different paths, and it can't be mixed up, right?"

Song Xiaojian said with a smile: "As the so-called different paths lead to the same destination, all roads lead to Luo...... Uh, through the middle domain. ”

The little monk thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't figure it out, and folded his hands, "Master Song, please give me some guidance." ”

Song Xiaojian laughed in his heart, little monk, haven't you been fooled by me?

"Little monk, you eat a chicken wing...... Uh, no, eat a green vegetable, and I'll point you out. ”

"This ......"

The little monk hesitated, he was a serious monk, not a monk of wine and meat, and he couldn't break the vows.

Song Xiaojian was not in a hurry, and continued to flicker, "If you don't eat, don't eat, little monk, I don't know where you're going?" ”

The little monk had a bitter face, "Master Song, I don't know, Master asked me to come out and travel the world, when I will understand my true heart, and when I will be able to go back." ”

Song Xiaojian was slightly stunned, "Little monk, are you sure that it's not that your temple can't open the pot, so your master drove you out and left you to fend for yourself." ”

The little monk shook his head again and again, "No, I didn't come out of the temple, I came out of the Infinite Sect, this generation of the sect, just one of my disciples, is not so bad that I can't open the pot." ”

Immeasurable?

Song Xiaojian has never heard of it, but he only accepts one disciple in a generation, and he can't get rich anywhere, maybe he has two or three big cats and dogs, looking at the chicken wings in front of him, and his heart is full of bad ideas,

"Little monk, I haven't asked you for your Dharma name yet?"

The little monk immediately stood still and gave a Buddha salute, "The little monk is immeasurable." ”

Void bamboo?

Song Xiaojian almost jumped up, looking excited, numb, this guy has also crossed over, from the world of Tianlong Babu?

"Little monk, do you know Shaolin Temple?"

Xuzhu shook his head, "The little monk doesn't know, the little monk has traveled for half a year, has been to seven temples, and has never heard of Shaolin Temple." ”

Song Xiaojian was slightly disappointed in his heart, and thought that he could meet his old acquaintance in another country, but he didn't expect it to be just a duplicate name.

But after half a year of traveling, he is still a rookie who has not come out of the novice village.

"Master Xu, Brother Bamboo, as the so-called fate comes thousands of miles to meet, but it is difficult to meet without a chance to the other side...... Well, it's fate to meet anyway,"

Xuzhu's face was bitter, Master Xu, Brother Zhu, what are they called? I don't have a surname and I don't call Zhu, why do you call me that?

Song Xiaojian pretended not to see it, "Although I am not a member of Buddhism, some of the truths are still the same, and it is very simple to understand the original heart." ”

As he spoke, he took the chicken wings just now,

"Master Xu, speaking from your chest, do you want to eat?"

Xu Zhu was stunned again, "Master Song, why do you want to talk about it in your chest?" ”

Song Xiaojian waved his hand, "Don't care about these details, the key is do you want to eat?" ”

Xuzhu swallowed saliva, the throat kept surging, and a layer of white sweat appeared on his forehead, and the heavens and men were at war in his heart.

Song Xiaojian's voice was like a devil who tempted people to fall, "The monks don't speak, you have to think clearly, you must know that there are gods three feet above your head, maybe the Buddha and his old man are looking at you." ”

After a long time, Xuzhu nodded fiercely, "Yes." ”

Song Xiaojian stuffed the chicken wings into Xuzhu's hand, "Eat if you want, this is the heart of enlightenment." ”

Xuzhu was stunned again,

Little Lori smiled, she didn't have a false bamboo head that couldn't turn around, she could see everything clearly, Song Xiaojian just wanted to trick the little monk into eating chicken wings.

Xuzhu held the chicken wings, his face was entangled, he wanted to put it down, but he was reluctant, he wanted to eat, but he didn't dare,

"Master Song, my Buddhist disciple, must abide by the rules and precepts, and cannot eat ......"

Song Xiaojian had a compassionate expression on his face, "As the so-called wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha sits in his heart, and the Buddhist disciples who have not experienced the test of wine and meat are not considered real Buddhist disciples,"

"Eat hard...... After eating wine and meat, you are the Buddha of the Buddhas, don't you know? ”

"Do you know why Buddhism has so many rules and precepts?"

Xuzhu is really confused, the set of Buddhism, here in Song Xiaojian, all changed,

Hearing Song Xiaojian ask him, he shook his head blankly,

Song Xiaojian: "It's easy to do if you don't know...... Oh, that's right, because you're still young and don't know a lot of things......"

Chi Kui was outside the temple, rolling his eyes speechlessly, numb, you little rabbit cub, you are only fourteen years old, and you actually have the face to say that others are small?

Little Lori's eyes are starry, looking forward to the direction of the plot, anyway, where will it be too big to watch the excitement?

The little black donkey finished eating the eggplant and lay at the gate of the temple, but at this time, it looked at Song Xiaojian's eyes, which were a little more weird.

Song Xiaojiantian said shamelessly: "The rules, from the moment they are formulated, are used to break, as the so-called breaking and then standing, do you know what it means?" ”