Bell - bell - bell - bell -

The sound of the bell spreads out like ripples, and the peaks and valleys are covered by the bells, making the isolated deep mountain forest more mysterious and peaceful, and even the birds have settled down, standing on the branches and enjoying the comfort of the morning sun.

Bodhi Temple is an ascetic temple, even if it is the most important main hall of Daxiong, it is not as brilliant as a small side hall of the temple outside, only the mottled walls precipitate the traces of time, the dark beams and trees are buried hundreds of thousands of years of faith, and the towering Buddha statue shows the compassionate atmosphere of the Buddhist family, the treasure is solemn, and the universal sentient beings.

In front of the Buddha statue sat an old man cross-legged, his thin face was full of wrinkles, mixed with age spots, he looked a little crazy, his body was a little rickety, even if he was just sitting there, it gave people a sense of dying as if he could meet the Buddha at any time.

But in fact, he is more than 100 years old and still in good health...... I don't see much of it though.

The silent Daxiong Treasure Hall is quiet, only the old monk has a vague chanting voice, and it will take five minutes to stop reading one or two sentences, of course, this is not the old monk's deep roots, just one or two verses need to be understood for so long, in fact, look at his gradually drooping head and gradually disappearing voice, and then slowly raise his head and suddenly become clear voice can be understood - Ya, in, hit, sleep~~!!

Outside the door, a monk in his forties suddenly walked in, with a strong figure and a tiger walk, he walked behind the old monk, folded his hands, and said respectfully, "Master, Mingxu has returned to the mountain with his little junior brother." ”

The old monk's head gradually drooped, and the tip of his nose was already faintly snoring, but the big monk's face did not change at all, as if he had become accustomed to it, and when the old monk's head hung to the lowest point, the old man's voice slowly came out, "She is back after all." ”

The great monk folded his hands and bowed to the Buddha statue, "Amitabha, she is here for her father." ”

"Heh~" The old monk chuckled, stood up tremblingly, and said, "I know that Yuanwu is the most suitable person to raise her, two people who don't understand human nature are together, and after a long time, they will either become the enemy of life and death, or they will depend on each other, hehe, the stinky boy is so young, they are destined to only rely on each other." ”

"Master has great wisdom." The great monk praised from the bottom of his heart.

The old monk waved his arms indifferently, put his hands behind his back, and staggered to the backyard, obviously looking staggering and drooping, but his feet fell to the ground silently, and he didn't even startle a grain of dust, "The stinky boy is back, I have to see if the steamed buns in the kitchen are hidden, but don't make our whole temple hungry as soon as she comes back, tsk~tsk~, stinky boy." ”

The big monk looked at the old monk who gradually disappeared into the back of the small door with gentle eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

Although the master has a "stinky boy", but the whole temple loves the stinky boy the most is him, the little brother didn't understand anything when he was young, and he was easily hungry, every time he was hungry, he looked for the master to eat, and the master was not a guy, how could there be so much food for her, and every meal was a fixed number, how could she eat if she wanted.

But the master felt sorry for the little doll, so he encouraged her to go to the kitchen to find food, so the little one staggered and ran to the kitchen, unconsciously coquettishly selling cute and begging for food, the head of the gang and the nephew felt sorry for her, and fed her a little bit of his rations, but the little monster couldn't feed at all, so the guy and nephew were also like the master, instigating the little monster to find other brothers and nephews to eat.

Such a cute meat doll begging for feeding with teary eyes, who would have to refuse??

So, during that time, there was a monk in the whole temple who was really full, until the fruit rhizomes of the back mountain suffered from the seedlings, which alleviated this famine, and now the little monster has grown into a big monster, and the amount of food is ......

The big monk twitched his eyebrows, and decisively raised his feet to keep up with the master's steps - the steamed buns should be hidden!

Xiao Jingchen carried her father step by step, her speed was not fast, but every step was very steady, she couldn't help but secretly admire, for so many years, Uncle Xiao not only did not put his efforts down, but became more and more sophisticated.

Halfway up the mountainside, he could faintly see the roof of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, but Xiao Jingchen suddenly paused, stood with his feet together, looked up, and looked at the temple under the morning sun with clear eyes, Mingxu was slightly stunned, a little puzzled, and hurried a few steps to stand side by side with her, only to find that Bai Xijing was leaning on her ear and muttering something, the voice was too low, Mingxu's nephew said that he had a dog-like hearing.

After Bai Xijing finished explaining, Xiao Jingchen nodded vigorously, his expression was serious, "Understood." ”

Mingxu scratched his slippery head, his face was dazed, but Xiao Jingchen suddenly had a bad luck dantian, and his soft and glutinous voice was inexplicably clear, and it instantly spread throughout the entire mountain, "Disciple Jingchen came to save his father, and asked to see the master!" ”

"Poof-" The abbot master in the kitchen squirted out two meters of water in a mouthful, and a crazy cough was easily eliminated in the patting of several disciples, and the abbot master coughed so much that his chrysanthemum face turned directly into peach blossom color, "Meow a mi, stinky boy Shenma became so smart when he was a stinky boy?" ”

Mingkong, the round and fat guy who is more honest than a panda, patted his soft belly and said happily, "I dare to bet with ten steamed buns, this is definitely not what she wants to say, it is definitely what someone else taught her." ”

Several other monks nodded in agreement, and the abbot rolled his drooping eyelids, and said in a deep and vicissitudes of life, "Lao Wei bet a hundred steamed buns with you, and her father taught her this." ”

Mingkong: "......" ancestor, the Lun family's daily ration is only twenty steamed buns, and there are no disciples of Jiemokeng~!

Looking at Mingkong's blackened face, the abbot touched Bai Huahua's beard, and smiled with an unfathomable face, attracting the side eyes of all the disciples. ”

The abbot master squinted his eyes, his body was inexplicably shaky, and he looked as if he was about to fall asleep, the disciples were all waiting patiently, and the drowsy abbot master suddenly woke up with a spirit, and the buzzing voice still carried the sleepiness that had not dissipated, "Open the mountain gate and greet each other in formation." ”

"Yes!" Everyone cheered in unison, and there was a strange look in their calm eyes.

Halfway up the mountain, Ming Xuan opened his mouth in astonishment, and was stunned for a long time before he exclaimed, "You are crazy, you actually used the official return ceremony." ”

Xiao Jingchen: "......????? ”

"Ahem~, if you don't do this, will the master see us in person, even if he sees us, he will definitely not save me." Bai Xijing said lightly, now even Xiao Jingchen's thick nerve can hear the weakness in his voice, and the paws holding his knee socket can't help but tighten a little, and Xiao Jingchen continues to climb the mountain with a serious face.

Mingxu immediately followed, "But junior uncle, you have been down the mountain for fourteen years, even if you continue to practice martial arts, it is impossible for those uncles to be the opponents." ”

Bodhi Temple has been established for hundreds of thousands of years, and there are not 1,000 disciples who have been trained, but also 800, like Bai Xijing Xiaojingchen, who is not a butcher and becomes a Buddha, must go down the mountain when the time comes, if every disciple who goes down the mountain goes back to the mountain gate to ask for help, how can the Bodhi Temple escape the world for thousands of years without being dragged down a little.

Therefore, when the Bodhi Temple was established, the patriarch of Chuangshan once made a rule, the disciples can go back to the mountain to visit the master brothers, but if they ask for help, they must use the formal return to the teacher's ceremony, shouting the mountain in the middle of the mountain, and the second half of the road will have the precept hall, the warrior monk hall and other disciples will be in a formation to greet each other, and they must break through the mountain gate array in order to seek the help of the master, and they can only ask for one thing if they pass through the customs once.

Xiao Jingchen wants to ask the master to save Bai Xijing, she must break into the battle, otherwise, even if the abbot master wants to help her, she will be unable to help because of the temple rules, but who are the disciples who can be sent to guard the mountain, if you want to break all the way, how easy is it!

Bai Xijing didn't care about his life and death, but he knew that his daughter was a tendon, and ten fathers couldn't pull it back, he didn't want Xiao Jingchen to be disappointed, and he didn't want the master to be difficult, so he reminded her.

In this way, Xiao Jingchen became the first disciple in hundreds of years to go back to the official teacher ceremony to break through the level and ask for salvation.

For a time, the entire Bodhi Mountain was fried.

At present, the disciples in the temple are basically Xiao Jingchen before he went down the mountain, and occasionally there are a dozen or so new disciples, and they have already heard of this uncle who is very tall and cute in character, thinking about going down the mountain for fourteen years, what a tall and handsome young man this little nerd will grow into, except for the disciples who have to be ordered to set up a formation, everyone else is rushing down the mountain to prepare for onlookers.

Then, there was a dead silence in the boiling mountains for nearly a minute, and then ......

"Ah-Mi-Buddha-Buddha——, Whoa~~~ Uncle Shi, are you swollen and denatured~~~~~!" This is the second thing that lacks the root of the brain.

"Amitabha Buddha~~, Uncle Xiaoshi~~~, no matter what you become a god~~, the disciples love you~~!" This is a perversion with a twisted nature.

"Amitabha! Brother, the Buddha has a cloud: Be your true self, you are in love. "This is a believer who has been brainwashed too thoroughly by the abbot.

"Amitabha?? Uncle Junior, are you getting shorter and shorter? "This is a simple baby who has also gone through fourteen years from teenager to adult~!

“…… balabalaba……”

Looking at the mountain road that suddenly became very lively, Ming Xuan was powerless to support his forehead, and the corners of his mouth were already twitching behind his ears.

Uncle Shi, where is your treasure solemn?

Brother, where is your paralyzed face?

Senior brother, what about your calm face when Mount Tai collapsed in front of you? ?

Uncle Shi, where is your black-faced iron-blooded selflessness??

Master...... can you collect the kelp tears????

Mingxu burst into tears in an instant, these were all demons who could slaughter the city with a single effort, do you dare to be stupid and cute~!

- Abbot Master, please save ~~!

[Ouch~, the Bodhi Temple people finally came out after a long time, don't think of them too high and unfathomable, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground may not be deep and bitter to force the king, it is because they see it, no desire and no desire, they will be more wanton and free, ascetics suffer from the body, not the soul~! 】RS