Song Jingfang's eyes rolled for half a round, and he took a big step forward and walked side by side with the same fate.

"Little Master?"

"What's the matter with the donor?"

He took half a step back and distanced the two of them.

"What happened just now, why did the master let me go down the mountain, but seeing that I was a woman, hindered the purity of Buddhism?" Song Jingfang had reasonable doubts.

"The donor is more worried, my Buddha is merciful, and all sentient beings are not divided into men and women. The Master asked the donor to go down the mountain for the sake of the donor's life, not because of the donor's status. ”

Biting the bait, he climbed up the pole, "For my life?" Little Master might as well make it clear that there is anything on this mountain that can threaten my life. But ......"

The tail note was elongated, Song Jingfang rose, and his words teased the little monk, "If your little monk has bad intentions, I really can't resist." ”

"Amitabha." Yuan Zhi hurriedly lowered his head and pronounced the Buddha's name to calm his heart, "The female benefactor said carefully, the little monk is a monk, and the rules and precepts cannot be broken." ”

Song Jingfang was quick to admit his mistake, "If you lose your words for a while, the little master is not to blame." ”

Of course, I know that you are a monk, and the rules and precepts can only trap those who are willing to keep them. I'm a big girl with yellow flowers and wanders around the barren mountains and wilderness with you in the middle of the night, so it's always right to be vigilant.

"You haven't answered me yet, there's anything in this mountain that can kill me. The master mentioned the demon pestle in his mouth, could it be that the weasel in the mountains has become a sperm and wants to eat people? ”

Fate is responsible for practicing all year round, and he is not deeply involved in the world, where is Song Jingfang's opponent, and he is hesitant, "Donor, you should be a weasel." ”

Hey, this little monk, what do you mean by "just treat it as a weasel", fool a fool.

Song Jingfang thought carefully, stopped and grabbed the responsibility, and his face was extremely serious, "Amitabha, little monk, you have broken the vows." ”

"Donor, when did the little monk break his vows?" The matter of breaking the vows is related to cultivation, and he didn't care about avoiding Song Jingfang's claws, so he hurriedly asked.

"The monks don't speak, little master, you said it yourself, is there really a weasel?" Song Jingfang still pointed intently.

Yuan Zhi's eyes dodged, "The little monk is not lying. ”

The Buddha is above, and the disciples are not sincere in lying and breaking the vows. He didn't admit it on his lips, but in his heart he kept confessing to the Buddha.

Little monk, it is not right to lie, and it is even more wrong to lie and quibble when being exposed by others.

"Amitabha, little master, do you dare to swear to the Buddha, is it really a weasel who wants to eat people?"

Song Jingfang mouthed an Amitabha Buddha, and those who didn't know thought she was an authentic monk.

The banner of the Buddha is quite useful, and the little monk who was already weak in heart was defeated.

"Why bother asking?" There was a grievance in the words, "The stakes are very high, the donor forced the little monk to leak the secrets of the temple in the name of the Buddha, but he has a grudge against the little monk and wants to trap the little monk for being unkind and unjust?" ”

Hey, little monk, with a small mouth, I didn't see that the little brain melon was very bright.

"Did I force you to divulge your secrets?" Song Jingfang pretended to be puzzled, "This matter involves my life, what's wrong with me asking a few more words?" Besides, I'm not interested in your secrets, so you can avoid the core secrets and answer my questions. ”

As the saying goes, the more you know, the faster you die.

She just came to work to pay off her debts, and she wanted to return to her happy kennel alive to be a happy salted fish.

Song Jingfang's logic was fine, and the little monk was shaken.

Yuan Zhi said bitterly: "The donor's words are reasonable, but it is just ......"

"Just what?" Song Jingfang saw the right time to add firewood and light the fire, "Since the little master is difficult to speak, I don't want to be difficult for others, and the mountains and rivers meet, so let's say goodbye." ”

Chic said the lines in the TV series, Song Jingfang was just pretending.

"Donor slowly."

As Song Jingfang wished, Yuan Zhi didn't dare to let her go, stumbled and tangled, and under Song Jingfang's repeated questioning, he squeezed toothpaste to start things from the beginning little by little.

It turned out that the little monk and the old monk left the temple to practice in Yizhuang in order to guard the same treasure.

Fifty years ago, a monster named She Shanjun came to snatch the treasure, and was suppressed by the then caretaker monk, the old monk's master, and the little monk's ancestor Lao Lao Monk Mingzhi, at the cost of his life.

In recent years, She Shanjun's injuries have slowly recovered, and the seal of the old monk Mingzhi is about to be unable to suppress him, once She Shanjun breaks through the seal, it will be a bloody storm in the whole world.

Weakness and nonsense came to my heart, and how did the harmony of ancient civilizations turn into chatter.

No, she has to leave this world with the silver bottle quickly, she is a weak woman who has no power to restrain the chicken, and she has no superpowers to play hide and seek with the big guys.

"So donor, Master is really thinking about your life, let's go down the mountain quickly."

He said everything that should be said and what should not be said, and I hope the Buddha will not blame him for failing to keep the secret.

"No, we can't just leave."

Song Jingfang resolutely did not go down the mountain, "Life and death are at stake, how can we abandon the master and run away alone." ”

What are you kidding, no matter how far you run, as long as you are in this world, you will be finished.

"Not only can we not go down the mountain, we also have to go back, since it is a human crisis, no one can be spared, we should go head-on."

said righteous words and impassioned, and almost fooled himself to a limp.

Yuan Zhi was unwilling to abandon his master and run away alone, and Song Jingfang's wavering heart was so instigated, and his blood was up, and he left the old monk's painstaking instructions behind.

"The donor is right, let's go back!"

The moon hangs high and the stars twinkle in the night sky.

Rustle –

The heat wave is rolling, and the weeds outside Yizhuang are bent over.

Song Jingfang blamed the two cats on the dirt slope behind Yizhuang, condescending.

Yuan Zhi picked up the grass in front of him, "Donor, aren't we going to help Master?" "I don't understand why the female donor took him around to the back to hide.

"Little Master, we came back against the master's order, and if we enter Yizhuang at this time, I am afraid that we will be driven out again."

She won't admit that she just wants to hide and watch the play, and when the platform appears, she rings the bell and runs away.

Song Jingfang is reasonable, but he always feels that something is wrong.

"The donor's words are reasonable, the little monk is not thoughtful, but it won't help us to hide here."

It would take about ten breaths to run into Yizhuang from here, and if She Shanjun came, they would not have time to save the master.

Song Jingfang searched for the ink in his belly, and said chiseledly, "Little Master, plan and then act, and act when the opportunity arises." ”

This little monk can't use his brain, his strength is so weak, the front is just to give away people's heads, and obscenity is the eternal royal road to survival.

"The enemy is in the light, we are in the dark, She Shanjun will never teleport into the courtyard all at once, we are staring here, looking for an opportunity to help the master secretly."

"Ahh Yuan Zhi suddenly realized, "Donor, you want to sneak attack." ”

Song Jingfang Khan, what can you do to save you little fool. Can you not say anything bad, isn't it good to have AC numbers in your heart?