It was getting late and the fog was getting up.

A small monk was fetching water at the well, and a bucket of water was pulled up, poured into the wooden barrel beside him, and then fell into the deep well with the force of nature, making a crisp and heavy sound of water.

After repeating this several times, the surface of the well water was shocked by layer after layer of ripples, and after a few laps of ripples, it finally returned to calm, reflecting a pair of delicate and bright eyes.

Squatting, carrying the burden, getting up, walking towards the winding mountain road, walking back to the Taoist temple on the halfway mountain road.

On the mountain, it began to rain dripping, ticking and ticking, wetting the little monk's linen clothes, overflowing with the water in the wooden barrel, and invading the sand, soil and grass in the mountain.

The mountain road was slippery, and the little monk's footsteps slowed down unconsciously, and all his thoughts were on the two buckets of water on his shoulders, thinking in his heart, but don't fall and spill the water.

Xu is worried about something, the reality will come, a corner, suddenly empty under his feet, the little monk was shocked!

Suddenly the gravity was unbalanced, and the little monk fell down hard, and his whole body was covered in mud.

When I was sober, I looked at the flat burden on my head, and my heart was mixed.

"Alas. With a sigh, he looked up at the sky, a touch of moonlight was hanging, and it was already completely dark.

From this, I thought to myself: This water is clean, and I have to go back to fetch water, and when I go back, I will definitely be blamed by the master again.

Today should have been a good senior brother carrying water and carrying burdens, but because he rescued a woodcutter who returned to the Taoist temple late and was punished by the master, he gladly accepted it, but he hit a wall everywhere, first the wooden barrel for drawing water broke a hole, and now it fell into a pit on the way back to the Taoist temple.

This is the only way to return to Taoism, for various reasons, it must be because someone is trapping him.

A pair of beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, and his face was full of thoughts.

When he climbed up from the cave, he saw two wooden barrels standing on the edge of the cave, and they were almost crooked, but the water in the barrels was even fuller.

A pair of beautiful eyebrows furrowed even tighter, and the little monk was obviously puzzled, but he had no way of knowing what the reason was.

"Amitabha. He folded his hands in front of his chest and closed his eyes.

Maybe it's luck. The little monk comforted himself in this way, and picked up the wooden burden again and walked to the Taoist temple.

And the ghost maker of all this is punching and kicking another monk not far from the other side.

"I told you to bully my beauty master, told you to bully my beauty master, see that I don't beat you to death. ”

As he was fighting, he suddenly remembered the teachings of the beautiful master in the past, and the movements under his feet stopped.

You can't be killed, you have to listen to Master's words.

But when I thought of what this monk had done to my beautiful master, I felt uncomfortable and angry.

Once again, he kicked the little monk in the face, and in a few breaths, obvious bruises appeared around the two eyes, like a giant panda.

Looking at his masterpiece, Hua Rui finally laughed angrily.

"Hmph, let you bully my beauty master, next time I want to catch you again, I won't let you go so easily!"

With a seal in one hand, with a slight wave, a burst of spiritual light flashed, and the half-dead monk on the ground had recovered most of his injuries, the external injuries had not changed, but the internal injuries had no worries, but the pain he felt did not decrease at all.

With a slight wave of his hand, the monk was about to wake up.

Hua Rui smiled with satisfaction, clapped her hands, and ran after the beauty master. All the way, she accompanied her master back to the Taoist temple, so naturally she didn't have anything to do.

When the little monk returned to the Taoist temple on an errand and was about to go to eat some meals, he was stopped by a shout.

"Okay, you stand!"

The people who come are violent, who is not good?

Who is the monk who was not beaten unconscious by Hua Rui?

Behind him, there was also a master in a golden and red Buddha robe.

He first saluted this person, and then gently bowed his head to Shan.

"Disciples, see the immeasurable master, the good senior brother. ”

When he saw the goodness clearly, he was even more embarrassed than himself in a coarse linen dress, and wondered in his heart, he was out to fetch water and fell into the pit when he encountered the rain on the way back, why was the good so embarrassed?

"Senior brother, what's wrong?"

"You are embarrassed to ask, I saw that you did not return to the temple for a long time, and went out to look for you, but you plotted against you and made a tragic move!"

As he spoke, he pointed to his bruised eyes with one hand, and rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs with the other, all of them were bruises and scars.

Master Wuliang frowned, he obviously didn't expect that Lishan would be so seriously injured.

"Okay, what's going on?"

He also frowned, his current doubts were the same as those of the Immeasurable Master.

He bowed his head and replied, "The disciple doesn't know." ”

He really didn't know that what he said was the truth, and there was no afterword, and he didn't mean to defend himself.

Immeasurably knows that his disciple has always been a stuffy old man. He has always acted and spoken directly, just doing nothing, he is really honest, and he stays very much, otherwise he would not have given him a name.

Wuliang turned his gaze to Shan, "Shan, what's going on?"

What's going on?

It's not because I'm jealous of Master Immeasurable's favor for my junior brother, although I'm usually strict, everyone knows that Master prefers this little junior brother. No, I was blinded by jealousy for a while, and I made a hole in the wooden barrel that was carrying water, and I was afraid that I would not dare to fight big because I was found by others, so I could only dig a hole on the way back from carrying water, so that I would go back to the temple later and miss the meal time.

Who knows, I obviously watched Xing fall into the pit he dug, but he completed his task on time, but he was beaten up inexplicably.

In the process of being beaten, I couldn't see anything, I couldn't hear anything, and when I woke up, I was in great pain.

Although I didn't see who hit it, this barren mountain and wild ridge is the only way back to the temple, who else but to go?

If you want to say what's going on, you don't dare to tell the truth. After thinking for a while, he told the general story, and did not say that he had designed Senior Brother Xing, but also emphatically stated that there was only himself and Senior Brother Xing at that time, and there was no one else.

After listening, he didn't answer a word, lowered his head, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Master Immeasurable was indeed a little annoyed. How could he not see the fight between these juniors? He would definitely not have beaten Shan, but Shanshan was indeed beaten, and he was beaten so badly.

"Okay, don't talk about it, you two will change your clothes first, and you will go to Wuyu Pavilion to face the wall and think about it today. After saying that, Master Wuliang didn't care about the two behind him and left alone.

"Master!" was puzzled, but he didn't dare to disobey his master's orders, and looked at the line behind him in disgust and walked towards his residence.

He was also quite puzzled, and the master wanted to punish him together with the good brother.

Thinking in his heart, he didn't say anything, he looked down at the steamed bun in his hand again, put it back in the pot, went back to the house to change into a set of clean cloth clothes, and then walked towards Wuyu Pavilion alone.

The stamens hidden in the shadows witnessed all this, and their hearts were already a little empty.

Originally, I was going to help the beauty master teach the little monk a lesson, but who knew that the beauty master would be punished by the wall. Recalling the reluctant look in the moment when the beauty master put the steamed buns back into the pot, alas, he must still be hungry!

The more Hua Rui thought about it, the more she felt that her heart was empty, and the more she felt that she couldn't let Master Beauty go hungry! A flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and a thought came to her mind.

The room was very quiet, and on a lampstand, a candle was lit that was sometimes bright and dim, and the dim light could not illuminate the eaves and the house.

A gust of wind blew outside the window, blowing open the window door, and there was also a hint of tiredness.

He fell asleep, leaning against the wooden table, clad in pale yellow candlelight.

This is a spell cast by Hua Rui, she is here to deliver steamed buns to the beauty master, how can outsiders see it?

He looked at the scriptures in the pavilion one by one, line after line, page after page. By the candlelight, yawning, when his consciousness was hazy, two big white steamed buns appeared in front of him.

It is indeed a steamed bun, and if you look closely, you can even faintly see two concave palm prints, and the steamed bun is at the level of your eyes.

The steamed bun floated in the air, and it was pitch black in front of him, only a faint yellow light could be seen, except for the goodness and his own emptiness.

A fierce spirit, the footsteps couldn't help but move backwards, the body trembled slightly, and the mouth was slightly open and shaking. When his back was lowered to the bookcase, he finally rolled his eyes and fainted.

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A moment, two moments...

The stamen was stunned...