Xuanwu and Xuanqing led Linghu Su into the inner courtyard, and there were few people along the way, and there was a kind of tranquility in the mountains and forests.

"Why did the little junior sister come to my Qingtian Temple?" Xuan Wu asked with a smile.

Before Linghu Su could answer, Xuanqing was shocked: "You are a woman." ”

He had been absent-minded and wandering out of the world, so he didn't examine it closely.

"What about women, looking down on women?"

"No, no, no, I'm just a little surprised, the master just accepted lay disciples, but I didn't expect to accept a girl."

Xuan Wu scolded loudly: "Xuanqing, Master has his own reasons for doing this, don't speculate." ”

Ling Hu Su felt that Xuan Qing seemed to be pretending to be surprised. He was not interested in talking to a group of monks and followed them to the place where he lived.

Very ordinary Zen room, although it is quite clean, it is still far from what Ling Husu imagined.

"I'm going to live here?" Not to mention his identity as a princess of Chen Guo, even before, his father was a billionaire, and he lived in a villa mansion again, and he had never been so simple.

"Exactly, this is the place where the little junior sister lives, it is inconvenient for you to live with other people, so you took out a separate set of courtyards, rest assured, it is very safe here."

It's not a matter of safety, the environment is also very good, it's just ...... Forget it, when you're out and about, you have to do it.

At this time, two little monks brought Ling Husu's luggage in the carriage and put it in the house.

Seeing that the task was completed, Xuanqing yawned and left.

Xuanwu said: "Xuanqing has not been shaved for a long time, and his heart has not changed, and the little junior sister will take care of it. ”

Ling Husu's heart moved, and his heart did not change? Such a person is interesting, he will not suffocate in the temple.

In the first three days, Linghu Su was familiar with the environment, and on the fourth day, a monk woke him up at three o'clock in the morning.

Linghu Su is a night owl and often goes to bed after twelve o'clock, which is a habit that has been cultivated for more than fifty years, so at this time someone called him how to wake up.

The little monk looked good-eyed, and his uncle didn't move after calling for a long time, he didn't dare to go in, he didn't know what to do, so he could only go back to find other uncles.

Xuan Jue smiled slightly after hearing this, came over in person, entered the courtyard, and directly knocked on the bedroom door of Linghu Su.

"Little junior brother, get up."

Linghu Su's identity is only known to the old monk and several senior brothers, and other disciples will not tell him, so he needs to be called junior brother at this time.

Linghu Su opened his eyes in a hazy and said to himself: "Have you eaten breakfast, so fast, forget it, don't eat it, there is nothing to eat anyway." ”

After speaking, he continued to fall asleep, and Xuan Jue knocked on them for a while, but he had no choice but to go to the master.

"It's up to her, I don't need her to go to morning class, and I don't need daily homework, I have my own tasks for her." The old monk said that Ling Husu has a special status, and he must not be treated as a real monk, but for the sake of cultivation, he can't do nothing.

On the fifth day, the abbot's room of the old monk Ling Hu Sulai complained that the food was unpalatable and had no nutrition, and he was the time to grow his body, if he didn't grow well, how could his old monk be worthy of the tens of millions of people in Chen State.

The old monk immediately threw out several scriptures, namely the Heart Sutra, the Lengyan Sutra, and the Diamond Sutra.

"When you can memorize it, I will agree to your request."

Linghu Su took the thick scriptures, with a sad and indignant face, he couldn't even memorize hundreds of words of texts when he was reading, how could he memorize such a thick scripture.

Back in the meditation room, Ling Husu threw the scriptures aside, wondering if he could think of a way.

"Huh? Yes, I went to the back mountains to hunt, and I did it myself, and I had enough food and clothing. ”

When the monks in the temple were doing their work, Ling Husu cautiously left the back door of the temple and sneaked into the mountains.

It doesn't matter if you don't have a weapon, Ling Hu Su's shocking steps have been practiced to a certain point, although it is not as good as stepping like a dragon, but it is still possible to swim a snake.

There are many traces of people coming and going in the back mountain, and it seems that the monks often go into the mountain, so that the fox and Su rush into the woods at a fast speed, so as not to be discovered by people who go up the mountain to fetch firewood or carry water.

The further you go inside, the more lush the trees become, and some small animals begin to pop up, which can be used as food for Linghu Su.

"Don't run!"

It was a little white rabbit, and Ling Hu Su chased it for a long time and didn't catch it.

"Damn, no, according to the plot of the TV series and novels, I estimate that I will soon get lost, and then enter a magical place, and I will meet magical characters, but before that, there will be mortal danger."

Linghu Su thought that he did not have the characteristics of the protagonist, so he didn't dare to chase deeper, and followed his footprints to exit, and actually encountered a pheasant with a broken foot on the way.

"Wow, do I really have the aura of a protagonist?"

Linghu Su Xizi lifted the pheasant, which weighed about three catties, enough for a full meal.

He didn't know that at the top of the big tree behind him, Xuanqing had been watching him.

The barbecue is very simple, it is Ling Husu's forte, but unfortunately, there are no condiments, and he didn't find anything good in the kitchen, just some salt and chili powder.

Ling Husu carried the flint with him and found an open but hidden place to make a fire.

There is no water nearby, so he is too lazy to care so much, and after killing the pheasant, he plucks the feathers directly, and the internal organs can't be removed, so roast it like this, and he can't eat much anyway.

However, Ling Husu still overestimated his barbecue skills, perhaps not accustomed to this traditional way of grilling, so that the grilled meat is like black charcoal in some places, and raw meat in some places.

"Forget it, it's better to eat whatever you want, it's better than nothing."

Picked some ripe parts, which made Hu Su disgusted and threw them away after eating a few bites.

"Well, we have to find a way down the hill to the city."

Back at the temple, Ling Hu Su was bored, and after practicing Dugu Qijian for a while, he locked himself in his room.

The next day the whole temple was a sensation, because the monk who went up the mountain to collect firewood picked up half a piece of roast chicken on the mountain, which is a big deal, and only the monk of Qingtian Temple can go to the back mountain, so it can only be done by the monk.

The elders of the precept hall summoned the monks of the whole temple to find out who did this, and Ling Husu also came, mainly to see the excitement, I don't know if these old men can find him out. There is no such thing as DNA verification in this world, and as long as he doesn't let go, no one can know that he did it.

There are about 300 monks in the temple, and when they gather together, they all know what's going on, and they talk about it.

The elder of the Discipline Hall is called Wuji, with a black old face, and said: "This morning, a firewood disciple found half a piece of roast chicken in the back mountain, who did it, if I take the initiative to admit it, I can take it lightly." ”

No one admitted it, Linghu Su mixed in the crowd, and looked at the old monk who was sitting like a mountain on the top of the mountain. The old monk happened to look at him as well, which made Hu Su's heart weak and immediately looked away.

The old monk smiled dumbly, he knew who had done it.

"Judging from the traces, it was probably yesterday afternoon, when most of the disciples were chanting, that is, this was done by the disciples who did not chant. Except for the kitchen, which disciples did not go to chanting. Traceless turned his head to look at Xuan Jue.

Xuan Jue's brows furrowed, and he said, "Uncle Hui, Xuan Qing and Xuan Su did not chant. ”

Xuansu is the legal name given to Linghu Su by the old monk, but Linghu Su never calls himself, he finds it difficult to hear. Moreover, having a Dharma name is very similar to being a monk. He had already agreed with the monk that he was only leading the practice for two years, and he wanted to do something with an inexplicable Dharma name.