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The ancient Buddha of the green light, the ancient well has no waves.

Shaolin Temple is also divided into inner and outer temples, the inner temple is responsible for martial arts, and the outer temple is responsible for preaching.

Shaolin Temple also emphasizes Buddhism, and there are many kinds of Buddhism, such as Mahayana Buddhism, Xiaocheng Buddhism, and all kinds of Buddhism.

They believe that they have a Buddha in their hearts and their behavior, but don't think that in this way they can brazenly say that everything they do is the Dharma.

For example, when he was sixteen years old, he asked his master if he could practice the Dharma of Joy.

The one who was beaten was called a miserable ......

Monk Mengyi is the representative sent by the Shaolin Temple to Yangzhou this time, and his identity is also very embarrassing, he is neither a 'nuclear deterrent' nor an elder.

An authentic disciple, although the gold content is quite high, he is the chief of the Shaolin Temple who came out of Muren Lane.

But...... In Yangzhou, where there are many elders and three 'nuclear deterrences', he is very embarrassed. Visiting someone is at most an elder to respond, and then ignore him.

There are many disadvantages of this, for example, their hundreds of Shaolin disciples are scattered, and the Five Lakes and Seas Gang has not even arranged a station for them.

Originally, how big is your special mother's Shaolin Temple, and you can send a disciple to deal with things? Who do you look down on?

So the hundreds of disciples of Shaolin Temple were scattered.

The monk of Mengyi is very happy with this arrangement, without the supervision and nagging of the same door, the monk of Mengyi is very comfortable these days, eating meat and drinking wine every day, and from time to time you can go to the Qinglou to take a look.

The monk of Mengyi relied on his position as the chief of his personal inheritance, and stayed in the beauty building for several days, eating and drinking for nothing every day, although he couldn't vent his yang energy because of his children's skills, but he still enjoyed it very much.

On this day, the monk Mengyi was enjoying the first attic of the beauty building, eating small dishes, drinking wine, and two girls pinching their shoulders behind him.

I don't change it for a Buddha fruit, this day.

When the monk was in the middle of his life, he heard someone talking about him.

The monk was wearing a monk's clothes and wandering in the Qinglou, which would have attracted gossip, and the monk of Mengyi relied on his cheekiness and was used to it for a long time, but this time the discussion was excessive.

"Brother Wan, did you see that monk?"

"See, the people of Shaolin Temple, how can they run the Beauty Building?"

"That guy's name is Mengyi, the chief of Shaolin Temple, there was no dream character in Shaolin Temple, and the name of the monk of Mengyi has another story."

"Come, come, tell."

"He wanted to practice Huanxi double cultivation at first, but he let his master beat him up, and forcibly replaced his true qigong method with Tongzigong, he can only dream of relics in the future, so he changed it to a dream monk?"

"Really?"

"That's it."

The monk of Mengyi couldn't listen to it anymore, isn't this a bad reputation, his own number didn't come like this, he was also a good monk, he was a good monk, he immediately pulled his mouth, smeared the oil on his hand on the chest of the beauty next to him, and then rushed over violently.

The people who spoke were Bairenshan and Wancanghai, Wancanghai had just returned from the hunt for murderers, so naturally he didn't get anything, so he invited Bairenshan to come to this beauty building to be comfortable and comfortable, and Bairenshan was idle and had nothing to do, so he was invited.

The same kind of people and the same human people can always come together, which is called the gathering of like.

The monk of Mengyi rushed over violently, and after seeing the two of them clearly, he thought to the Ami Wo Grass Buddha, folded his hands and bowed, and said.

"Mr. Bai is in good spirits."

Bairenshan muttered and muttered that he didn't know what he was talking about, he was deeply impressed by this dream monk, when he first came to Yangzhou, he came to visit the immortal Changchun Valley as a representative of Shaolin Temple, Bairenshan was a little curious, so he received him, and after chatting for ten minutes, Bairenshan drove him out with a black line.

After all, whose monk has a roast chicken in his left hand and a roast duck in his right hand, chatting with you while gnawing, and visiting in the name of beauty, by the way, ask you if you have any good wine, will you take care of the meal later? Can you take him to the Qinglou for consumption? You won't give him a good look.

muttered a few words, and Bairenshan straightened his expression: "Monk Mengyi, you are so interested." The irony is self-evident.

Monk Mengyi smiled kindly, if you put aside this environment, as well as the unwiped oil on his mouth, and the rouge marks on his face, he still looks like a good monk, but right now......

A proper swaggering fake monk, this is not.

The monk Mengyi said with a smile: "Last night, the poor monk watched the stars at night, and saw the fierce spirit of this place, and it is often said that my Buddha is merciful, as a disciple of Buddhism, I naturally want to rush here to find out." ”

After saying this, a big-breasted beauty passed by the monk of Mengyi, the waves of the halfway road were constantly shaking, and the monk of Mengyi glanced at here and there, until this big-breasted beauty walked away, the monk of Mengyi sighed regretfully, and said regretfully.

"Sure enough, it's a big murderer, a big murderer."

Wan Canghai was a little confused, he always thought that he was the most unobtrusive of the disciples, he still heard a little about the Mengyi monk, the chief of the Shaolin family, but it was better to see it than to see it, and when he saw this product today, he felt that he was a reliable person.

The tea in the mouth of Bairen Mountain squirted out, and he squinted at the monk Mengyi, and the other party's compassionate expression was really too discordant.

"Monk, you are shameless, come to play is to come to play, and you are still hiding it." Bairenshan squinted and said.

Monk Mengyi waved his hand, indicating that it was not at all what you said, and spoke.

"Mr. Bai is wrong to say this, the poor monk is here to resolve the evil appearance of the benefactors here."

"Not selfish at all?" Bairenshan asked.

The monk of Mengyi stared at the waves on the chest of a big-breasted beauty again, and said intently: "If you want to talk about selfishness, it's a little bit." ”

When the big-breasted beauty disappeared, the monk of Mengyi turned around and said with a sigh.

"The monks don't speak, and the poor monks also came with some selfish intentions, and it just so happened that when I came here today to prepare to resolve the fierce appearance of the donors here, I met a senior master on the road, and he was holding a banner with four big characters in the iron mouth, which was a high-ranking figure."

"The master stopped me and told me that I must have a catastrophe today, and I can only turn evil into good fortune, isn't it a coincidence, I came here."

After saying the words that made the two stunned, the monk Mengyi then folded his hands and shouted the Buddha's name, and said compassionately.

"Even if I am misunderstood by people in a thousand ways, how can the world's gossip shake the poor monk's heart to the Buddha, even if this gossip will tarnish the reputation of the poor monk, but as the saying goes, I don't go to hell who goes to hell, although the poor monk suffers all kinds of damage, he still has no regrets."

Wan Canghai felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, but when Bairenshan chatted with the Mengyi monk for a few more words, he almost couldn't help but vomit.

Bairenshan pouted and said: "What you say, do you want to say that you eat meat, you drink, you go to the Qinglou, but you are a good monk?" ”

Monk Mengyi's eyes lit up, and he nodded and said: "The head of the hundred is really a poor monk's confidant." ”