Thanks to Ou Yangming's supernatural powers, he protected the plank from being overturned by the river.

He knew that if he went down the river this time, he would definitely end up in Jinshan Temple and become a lay disciple, so he simply let it go.

Drifting all the way, Ou Yangming looked up at the sky and found that there was already a sunset in the western mountains.

At this time, in front of the gate of Jinshan Temple, a monk named Fa Ming saw the baby floating in the river, and hurriedly called out to his disciples to come to the rescue.

"Amitabha! Sin, sin, who put such a small baby on this plank! It is also thanks to this child's great fortune that he was not overturned by the river and ended up in the tragedy of a tragic death. ”

Monk Fa Ming took Ou Yangming from his disciple's hand and said with a sad face.

Ou Yangming looked at the old face of the invention and scolded secretly in his heart.

"If it weren't for the fact that I had supernatural powers to protect myself, I would have become a water ghost in this river a long time ago. Blessed with a great life? It's better to say that I have great skills! ”

Although he could speak, a baby who had just been born not long ago suddenly spoke up.

I'm afraid I don't want to frighten these monks, what if the people of Jinshan Temple think they are a demon and burn themselves?

I have supernatural powers to protect myself, so I am naturally not afraid.

But if you delay getting the Western Scriptures, then fuck up.

Fa Ming held Ou Yangming in his arms, feeling that there was something abnormal in this baby, so he groped with his hands, and finally turned out the blood book.

Spreading out the blood book, Fa Ming began to read it word by word, and finally recited "Amitabha".

Since then, there has been an extra baby in this Jinshan Temple.

The whole temple, for the baby's life experience, keep silent, it should be given by the Buddha.

...........

Three years later, Ou Yangming was three years old.

In the past three years, he has reconnoitred the Jinshan Temple inside and out, and found that there are no cultivators in this temple.

If you insist on saying that there is, it is also Fa Ming and his brothers.

But what they practice is the sutras, the Dharma, and so on.

As for the supernatural spell, that's one that won't.

But their understanding of Buddhist scriptures, to be honest, there are really few people in the Tang Dynasty who can beat them.

Ou Yangming figured out the situation of Jinshan Temple, and then he burst into joy.

Although he is only three years old now, he has already run away from the monastery.

When I usually have nothing to do, I especially like to be naughty in the temple, in front of those profound Dharma teachers.

When a group of monks saw that he was a child, they did not get angry, but often played with him.

He himself was very depressed.

The age of this seat, all of them are older than you, teasing you but not getting angry, is there a mistake?

Fa Ming looked at Ou Yangming, who had just dawned and started to be naughty again, and shook his head helplessly.

This child really doesn't know if it's a treasure given by the Buddha or a curse.

Although he was only three years old, he was able to study the scriptures.

The understanding of Buddhism, at some times, is even more powerful than the older generation of monks in their Jinsha Temple.

But he also tried to spit out shocking remarks, so that the monks in the temple did not listen, nor did they listen.

Fa Ming's only hope for Ou Yangming is that when he grows up, he can change his current personality.

It's a pity that this elder's last hope has been disappointed.

When he was seven years old, Ou Yangming was as strong as a little calf.

At the same time, what he did was even more excessive.

.............

"Is there a mistake in telling me, a seven-year-old child, to go down the mountain and chop wood?"

Ou Yangming carried the firewood on his shoulders and walked towards Jinshan Temple.

Some passers-by, hearing his muttering, looked at him with the eyes of a monster.

This body type, you say you're seven years old?

Damn, you grew up eating chemical fertilizers!

After walking for a while, a fisherman came over, and in his hand he was carrying a golden carp.

Ou Yangming's eyes lit up, and the golden carp in the fisherman's hand in front of him was surrounded by aura, obviously on the verge of becoming a refinement.

But it's a pity that before it became a sperm, the golden carp was still a fish, and if it was caught, it couldn't resist.

"Alas! Meeting is fate, I'll help you this little fish once! ”

Ou Yangming stepped forward quickly, came to the fisherman, folded his hands, and shouted.

"Amitabha! Donor, can I exchange the firewood in my hand for the golden carp in your hand? ”

The fisherman looked at Ou Yangming, who was strong and unspeakable, coupled with his somewhat arrogant tone, for a while, he didn't react, and he was stunned in place.

"Amitabha!!"

'Ahh Yes, yes....'

The fisherman was suddenly awakened by this loud shout.

He hurriedly handed over the golden carp in his hand, and then Ou Yangming gave him a piece of firewood.

"This..., this..., little mage, are you mistaken? A piece of firewood for my golden carp. ”

Yes, Ou Yangming was obviously carrying a bundle of firewood.

When he exchanged the golden carp with the fisherman, he only drew one.

"Amitabha, donor. Poor Road ..... Ahh The little monk was suffering in the temple, and this bundle of firewood was cut out by the little monk with great effort and a morning. In addition, donor, you caught this golden carp, I don't know how long it took me? ”

The fisherman's eyes widened, looking at Ou Yangming, who was as strong as a calf, and said that it took him a morning to cut these firewoods, which was full of disbelief.

With such a strong body, spending a morning chopping wood, what the hell are you kidding me?

"Passing by the river, it didn't take much time."

"That's right! Donor, you got the golden carp easily, and the little monk I was bleeding and sweating to cut these firewood. So a piece of firewood, in exchange for a golden carp. That's worth the money! ”

As the words fell, Ou Yangming reached out to take the golden carp in the fisherman's somewhat confused state, stuffed a piece of firewood into his hand, and then ran away without a trace.

It took a while for the fisherman to react.

The words of this little monk are all fooling!

Although the golden carp is easily caught, a fish is worth more than the firewood in your hand!

By the time the fisherman reacted, Ou Yangming had already disappeared.

He could only shake his head helplessly and muttered to himself.

"Forget it, this little monk is afraid that he is going to release that golden carp, and it should be me who has accumulated virtue and done good."

It's a pity that what the fisherman didn't know was that Ou Yangming hadn't walked to the river yet, and the golden carp in his hand was actually hanging up.

"You, alas! Count me unlucky, help the fish to the end, and send the Buddha to the west. But I still need to be paid to avoid cause and effect between us. ”

As soon as the words fell, Ou Yangming took the firewood and prepared to grill the fish.

"Grilled fish~~, grilled fish~~, my favorite food~~~~"

Ou Yangming roasted the golden carp and hummed the song he had made up improvised over and over again.

And Elder Fa Ming, seeing that Ou Yangming had not returned to Jinshan Temple for a long time, took a few little monks in the temple and went down the mountain to look for him.

A few of them, just when they walked down the mountain, they heard Ouyang Yangming's ballad coming from the river.

"Grilled fish~~, grilled fish~~, my favorite food~~~~"