Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise; A monk with his hair growing in a wooden house chanted "peace, peace" to the stars; Although he has left the Buddha land, he is still the destined person of the white-haired boy.

In a bamboo forest full of purple bamboo, a young man with white hair looked attentive, scraping and carving on the purple bamboo body with a carving knife, concentrating to the extreme; There are also bright colors of purple and green on the white clothes, and he looks embarrassed and looks extremely peaceful.

"Where is the end of this bamboo forest?" The white-haired boy looked at the sky full of bamboo leaves, stopped the carving knife in his hand, and his eyes were full of sadness.

Picked up the bamboo tube hanging on his waist, and looked at the six characters scraped out of the bamboo tube, Mu Yi sighed long, and the helplessness in his heart was more than he had expected, "It's been a month since I went down the mountain, and I have been walking in this bamboo forest for ten days. Mu Yi took a sip of Ganlan water, and there was longing in his eyes.

Put away the bamboo tube, looked at the tall purple bamboo, sighed heavily, and continued to set off.

The bamboo carved just now began to be as usual, and in a moment after Mu Yi left, there was still a miraculous picture on the bamboo pole; The back of a young man carrying a gourd on his back is vivid on the bamboo pole, as if there is really such a person, from a magical world, he broke into this psychic purple bamboo, a bamboo rat passed by, saw the figure on the bamboo, and was so frightened that he hurriedly hid to the side, nervous to the extreme, squeaking and screaming, for fear that the figure on the bamboo ran out.

Overlooking from the outside, the entire purple bamboo forest is in a deeply sunken valley, with continuous hills on one side and steep cliff faults on the other.

After spending ten days in the entire bamboo forest, at his leisure he would carve on wooden blocks and stones, a simple drawing, in the form of a human figure; Little by little, Mu Yi is learning to control his own strength.

"I don't know if they are okay in the monastery? Did Xiaobai give those little naughty monks to them; I guess I'll see you next time; And the moon boy can even give birth to a baby, right? Mu Yi thought wildly and couldn't help but laugh.

Thousands of miles away in the empty mountain temple, looking desolate, the little monk who was busy under the relics pagoda sneezed and squeezed out two tears.

"Yo, little bald head, I haven't recited the Dharma correctly for so many days, but I learned very quickly by crying my nose!"

"That's, after all, this monk is not ordinary, and he can't even recite Amitabha~"

A wooden comb and a hairpin sang and harmonized, laughing vigorously at the little monk with tears in front of him.

"What's wrong with not being able to recite Buddhist scriptures, the little monk can recite poetry and scriptures, Analects; It's much better if you don't learn so much."

Mu Comb and Zhu Hai suddenly became anxious, and then sneered, "If you can't chant the scriptures, you won't chant the scriptures, now we have been staying with Yue Gongzi for a long time, anyway, I just heard a shiny brain shell squatting in the corner and chanting Yue Gongzi"

"I, I don't talk about who Yue Gongzi is talking about, who makes her my Buddha" The little monk looked longing, as if he had thought of the most beautiful thing.

The wooden comb cracked his teeth, his eyes slanted at the monk, and he muttered in a weird way: "It's a pity, it's a pity, that bald head is very bad, squatting in the corner and saying that Yue Gongzi is ugly, I can't listen to it, I really want to fight for Yue Gongzi!" ”

"That's it, why is the bald head so bad, it's really infuriating!" A handsome girl who was holding a string of grapes in her left hand and stroking her bald head with her right hand was unhappy.

"Little bald head, you said that in our tower, there are a few shiny heads like you!"

The little monk didn't pay attention to the change in his voice, and he was still talking to Zhu Chai, and he was even more magical, "That's it, our bald head, not to mention this tower, it's this mountain, it's all unique!" ”

"It's good to be alone, it's good to be alone! Then I'll find the right person" The handsome girl has a night pearl in her left hand, her hand is up and down, and she shouts slogans in her mouth and slams it on this shiny bald head.

"Little monk, have you been getting better lately? Dare to say that the son of the moon, has this son made you proud again recently? Happy?"

The little monk had a pain in his head, and the sound of oopsing in his mouth was accompanied by a buzzing sound in his head, and he didn't dare to fall.

"Moon Child, Moon Child, Cher, Cher; The little bald head knows the mistake, knows the mistake! The little monk kept shouting, but his two arms never dared to raise to block it.

Yue Gongzi looked at the little monk in front of him without even raising his arm, and he didn't resist anymore, and he was even more angry in his heart!

"Xiaobei, fortunately I didn't slip away from the empty mountain with you at the beginning, look at you stupid, you can't be bullied to death by others when you go out!" The more Yue Gongzi thought about it, the more angry he became, and his little face with bulging cheeks turned red.

"Hehe, that is, Yue Gongzi can bully Xiaobei, others can't bully, can't bully, can't bully" The little monk looked at the puffing Yue Gongzi, and said even more stupidly,

Yue Gongzi angrily threw the night pearl and the grape on the little monk's bright head, and put on a look of hating iron but not steel: "Hmph, little monk; For the next ten days, don't want me to pay attention to you again! ”

The little monk was like a frosted eggplant in an instant, wilting; There is no longer the spirit of just now.

Looking at Yue Gongzi, who had traveled far to the back of the bookshelf and pondered by himself, he sighed in his heart, and then looked at the guy who was 'unlucky' as long as he stuck to them, "No, it's not all your fault!" I really regret that I promised Mu Yi at the beginning, and I said that you sent it, and I couldn't help much every day, but it added a lot to the chaos! ”

Wooden comb and Zhu Hai, you look at me, I look at you; The eyes look at the nose, the nose looks at the heart, and they dare not speak loudly; His eyes secretly glanced at the back of the bookshelf, and the little monk who was on guard secretly said, "Little monk, don't blame us for not reminding you just now, you know the temper of this ancestor of our family."

The little monk looked at the wooden comb and Zhu Hai in front of him, and also sympathized with their pity;

When they first came, they were arrogant, and they weren't obedient to the Yuegongzi? Now the little ancestor shouted one by one, for fear that Yue Gongzi would not be interested in the two of them.

"Hey, forget it. I don't care about you anymore; Who makes Yue Gongzi like you more than me, especially Zhu Hai! The little monk looked jealous and said sourly.

Zhu Hai smiled, if this can grow a hand, he must scratch his head with that hand. "The two of us will make up for it, and we will make up for it~"

When the little monk heard the four words of making up for the merits, the dark clouds on his face suddenly dispersed, and his smile widened. "That's right, hee-hee; I'm going to get you a book, and we'll read it together!" ”

The little monk was about to get up, and a lazy voice came from behind the bookshelf, "Xiaobei, I'm bored; Bring me the wooden comb and the hairpin, how about it? ”

As soon as Xiaobei heard the goddess give orders, before the soul could refute, the body had already shouted happily!

Mu Comb and Zhu Chai looked at the little monk who was smiling so much that his eyes were bent, his eyebrows drooped, and his eyes showed sympathy for the little monk.

"Little monk, it's not that we don't help you, it's that the little ancestor doesn't allow it!"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's good to accompany the moon boy; That's not enough for me to read."

Mu Comb and Zhu Chai looked at the stupid little monk in front of them, and they had another headache. The little monk was even more glad in his heart, "It turns out that the current ten days have become really short, so good, so good." ”

The little monk sat in the pile of books, holding a book with it. Behind the bookshelf, Yue Gongzi held Zhu Hai and painted one small bald head after another on the wall; Although it is only a single line, each of them is like a monk of Xiaobei.

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