Wen Hua first looked at the little monk.

With a smooth head and a pair of dark starry eyes, it looks quite interesting.

But where will he argue?

I learned two tricks in swordsmanship, and I almost didn't get tossed to death during this time.

Wen Hua complained bitterly: "Sir, what kind of debate will I have there, it's useless for you to call a monk in the small area." ”

"Who wants you to talk to him about the scriptures, the little monk is a scripture master in the temple, you don't even know all the words he knows, just say what you usually want to say, until he admits defeat."

"Master."

"Get out!"

Chen Jun directly patted Wen Hua's head, "Even this little monk can't talk about it, so don't see me." ”

Wen Hua had no choice but to step forward.

The little monk on the other side looked at Wen Hua's slightly taller body compared to him, and was a little nervous, "Master, I can't even say anything in the temple, how can I debate with others?" ”

The white-clothed monk gave the little monk a chestnut, which felt like jade and crisp, and said with a warm smile: "Just say everything you usually want to say." ”

"Ah, it hurts."

The little monk touched his head: "Master, what should I do if I fail?" ”

"If you lose, you will be defeated, anyway, this temple has been in the world for thousands of years, and it can't be crossed by wind and rain."

The white-clothed monk touched his big bald head, and said with a smile: "Stupid Nanbei, Master doesn't have the heart to fight with others anymore, and if someone wants to argue with Master in the future, it will depend on you to fight, which should be practiced in advance." ”

"Then Master..."

Before he finished speaking, the little monk's head was knocked on a chestnut again, and his hand was soft, "Thing, what are you knocking on me for?" ”

"Debate is debate, how can there be so much hesitation, stupid north and south, I tell you that I know the surname Wen, don't look at him taller than you, in fact, he can't say you."

"Come on, North and South."

After speaking, the little girl with pigtails crossed her waist, strode forward, and said fiercely: "The surname Wen, do you remember me?" ”

Wen Hua saw Miss Li at a glance, thinking of the days with Xu Xiaozi, Lao Huang, and this little Li girl, the days of digging bird eggs were very funny.

"Of course remember, why are you here?"

"This is my home, where am I not here?"

"This is your home, thanks to the fact that I invited you to eat called Hua Chicken, you just invite my master to drink water, and I will eat the air."

“....”

"Don't talk nonsense with you, wait a minute, let this point be stupid, he can't even say anything to me in the temple, if you dare to win, my aunt and grandmother want you to look good."

The little monk looked at the little girl with a forked waist standing in front of him, and his back was stunned for a while.

"Something, I'm going to win."

The little monk's heart was surging, and the stirring called blood swelled, and he crossed the little girl, folded his hands, and said thoughtfully: "Little monk north and south, please ask the donor!" ”

Wen Hua glanced at the little girl named Li Dongxi, and as soon as he heard the little monk say, he subconsciously lifted the wooden sword, thinking that this was not a sword competition, and put the wooden sword on his shoulder; "My name is Wen Hua, and the little monk is polite."

The two suddenly looked at each other, one high and one low, staring at each other with big eyes, stunned and didn't know how to open below.

In the end, the little monk said a Diamond Sutra scripture, Wen Hua was stunned, this Diamond Sutra knew him, he didn't know what Diamond Sutra was, he didn't read much, where did he know what to do, empty, Bodhisattva, Buddha's, helpless can only say something on the way.

I don't know if it's too exciting, the little monk has a solemn face, and continues to explain the scriptures, Wen Hua is more and more energetic, and his saliva does not stop.

The two of them talked like this.

On the way! Chickens and ducks talk together!

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was stunned, looking at the scene in front of him with a strong sense of absurdity, listening to the little monk's scriptures, even she had an epiphany and a sense of enlightenment, but what the hell did Wen Hua talk about?

The little monk's scripture attainments are extremely high, this is not a fraud, the ordinary novice monk's robes are gray biased to the right shoulder, the little monk wears a green and light red robe, which is clearly a Buddhist monk with a very high status to preach the scriptures can be worn, not to mention the two Zen temples that were born in the world's first temple.

He also has a master named Li Beanxin.

Li Beware, the only one in the world who can marry a wife and have children, and the invincible Donkey Kong Li Beware.

With such a master, the only apprentice naturally can't be underestimated.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't dare to underestimate it at all, but after listening to the scriptures, she still found that she was contemptuous, even if the little monk had no internal force fluctuations and no traces of martial arts, but the scriptures she talked about made her gain a lot.

The little monk preached, and there were no visions of the legendary monks and monks surging golden lotus, and the Buddha's light shining brightly, but it made her in the realm of the King Kong realm slowly loosen.

There is this, enough.

Far better than the beautiful scriptures.

In contrast, it seems that Wen Hua is talking nonsense, but what does the two of them mean by the way they are desperately trying to convince each other.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't understand, Zhang Mu wanted to seek Mr. 's advice, only to find that because he listened to his mind, Chen Jun had already walked away from Li Beware, and smoke rose in the temple.

She also found that the little girl opposite was also very attentive to the listen, and from time to time a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, or laughed heartily.

The gaze did not fall on the little monk.

His chin was propped up with his hands, and his cheeks puffed out, laughing heartily at Wen Hua's novel and interesting stories.

What is the rationale for this?

When the little monk heard the laughter, a little sweat flowed from his forehead, and he tried to recite the scriptures.

In the small thatched hut in the distance, Chen Jun lit a fire, Li Beware of cooking and stir-frying, deliberately took out the ham and sausage that were still left from last year's pickling, and picked a few handfuls of greens, cabbage, garlic, ginger, etc. The rice is made into a big pot, and two thin slices of ham are placed on the white rice, and the ham fat soaks the edge of the rice, the white is white, the red is red, the color is distinct, and the aroma of ham and rice is mixed with a rich mixture. The sausage is poured by Li Beware's daughter-in-law, and there is not only meat but also cut vegetables in it, which are put on top of the vegetables and stir-fried together, and the fragrance is attractive when it comes out of the pot. The cabbage was fried separately, some garlic and other seasonings were added, and the oil was poured on the table, and even Xuanyuan Qingfeng swallowed his saliva.

The little girl smelled the fragrance and immediately ran over and ate two bites, and after finishing, she didn't forget to bring the food to Wen Hua and the little monk.

Wen Hua ate so well that he almost swallowed it without his tongue.

The world's No. 1 monk cooking is also a masterpiece.

"Anything else?" Wen Hua smashed his mouth and tasted aftertaste.

The little girl Li Zi took the dishes and chopsticks, "No, your master said that you can only eat if you win." ”

"Ah~"

Wen Hua looked at the little monk who had already eaten the second bowl, as if he had nothing to love, and when the little monk finished eating, he leaned over and muttered a few words in his ear, the little monk shook his head, "Don't go, we haven't decided the winner yet." ”

"Okay, then fight for three days and three nights!" Wen Hua said loudly.

In fact, there was no debate for three days, but the two of them talked from morning to noon, and from noon to the middle of the moon, and at the end of the day, the little monk was pulled by Wen Hua to pee.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng saw Wen Hua's small movements in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth sneered.

No matter how many means are used, how can the enemy be crushed, no matter what, after the little monk spoke about the scriptures for a day, she has already entered the realm of finger mysteries.

But the scene that happened below completely stunned her eyes.

After the little monk came back, he talked about the scriptures for a while, then folded his hands, walked to the edge of the chess game where Li Careful was playing against Chen Jun, and said with a little crampedness:

"Master, the disciple is defeated!"

The moonlight reflected the starlight on the smooth little head, and the little monk's delicate face was a little apologetic, and he lowered his body to admit his mistake.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at Wen Hua's smug expression, and took two steps back.