"Amitabha, you are smiling, my apprentice Dharma name Zimo, I haven't been out of the temple for sixteen years, and I'm a little afraid of life!" Abbot Zhipu said with a smile, and beckoned him to come over.

"Everywhere, it's all our clumsiness, and we don't recognize this little friend as the disciple of the abbot master!" Ling Zhenzi, the head of the Kunlun faction, spoke for the first time.

Zhang Zhijing of the Quanzhen Sect also laughed at himself: "Master Abbot, you have accepted an apprentice in the past hundred years, but you are luckier than my master, and you only taught a disciple like me......"

The attitude of the heads of the house is very polite, after all, even if they are in charge, they are only fifty or sixty years old at this time, and the difference between them and the abbot of Zhipu is either one generation, or two generations, not to mention that this is still a Shaolin master of the congenital realm, so the tone has to be more careful.

"Master, I'm sitting here...... It's not suitable, I'm here to send you a painting......" Zhao Zimo hesitated a little, although his realm is very high, according to the rivers and lakes, he is also the first.

But you can't speak completely in the realm of life, so not only are others awkward, but you are also uncomfortable, and you are not comfortable when you see a group of old men shouting seniors to yourself, is it comfortable, it must be uncomfortable.

After all, his mind is very normal now, and he is not a psychopath, nor is he condescending, and I have the most awesome feeling when I am in a high realm......

"Suitable, why not?" Kunlun sent Ling Zhenzi to be the first to speak, after all, there are so many major sects, and Kunlun is the weakest.

And this little monk Zimo, who is only sixteen years old, gave him a good impression at this time, and in the future, his disciples encountered an accident while walking the rivers and lakes, in case there were Shaolin disciples next to him, he could also make it convenient.

"Of course it's suitable, Senior Brother Zimo is much more powerful than our group of old guys!" Zhang Zhijing shook his head and smiled bitterly, especially when he just looked back.

The apprentices I brought over were all in their twenties, but they had not yet reached the peak of the day after tomorrow, and they didn't know where far away they were from the innate realm, and they were almost hopeless.

"Your old man's eyes are going to glow, and you are scared to see the little junior brother, the abbot master has said that the junior brother Zimo has never been out of the Shaolin Temple for sixteen years.

Come on, come on, come to Senior Sister! "Emei's deputy head teaches Master Qingxiao to be too well-maintained, looking like a girl in her twenties, and like a young woman in her thirties, carrying Buddha dust and a long sword, which has a unique flavor.

And when he faced the little monk Zimo, he didn't want to be as cold as in the past, so he greeted the little monk in a good manner.

"No, no, I'll just sit next to my master!" Zhao Zimo didn't know if there was a problem in his heart, he had been pretending to be a child for sixteen years, and the tone of his speech at this time had become like this......

"Bang" "Bang"

As the two hundred and ten pounds of wooden boxes landed, the little monk sat there without blushing and panting, there was no stage fright at this time, after all, it was just to eat and drink some wine...... Drink some tea, it's not a big deal.

But everyone glanced at the box, and then looked at the little monk whose breath was flowing without leaking, and the corners of his mouth twitched again, the sixteen-year-old innate realm is enough, and the physique is still so strong, it is completely unreasonable.

"Master Abbot, I heard that inside this box, it is a gift from Senior Brother Zimo, don't secretly go back and enjoy it yourself, let us all see and understand......" Zhang Zhijing of the Quanzhen Sect is very curious about what is in this box at this time?

Not only him, but also the other masters, as well as everyone here, are a little curious.

The box can't be yellow and white, but in addition to the yellow and white things, how can this box be so heavy?

Of course, the people in the rivers and lakes behind are even more curious about what is going on with this little monk, who can make this group of masters call themselves junior disciples.

Although they knew that the little monk was the abbot's apprentice, what about his apprentices, why would he let this group of masters speak too carefully.

After all, they couldn't hear anything about the Innate Realm at all.

"You really said it, then don't hide it, just give it to the teacher to observe!"

"That's good...... The little monk is here to offer ugliness, when the master and the little monk said, he is old, can not remember the appearance of Shaolin Temple.

So I drew some pictures as a gift for Master's birthday.

But it's a bit big, and I need to get a few brothers to help me! The little monk said slowly as he opened the box.

"Painting? So heavy? When some people heard this word, they suddenly became a little curious, and they didn't know what good things a monk could draw.

Jueming, who was sitting on the side, had also been paying attention to this place at this time, and when he heard that the little uncle was going to unfold the picture scroll, he naturally didn't want other disciples to interfere.

So under the watchful eye of many people in the rivers and lakes......

The little monk gently opened the two boxes, revealing a roll of wrapped drawing paper, which was very well preserved.

And as he commanded several teachers and nephews to unfold one picture after another......

Several of the masters present were stunned......

These hundreds of Jianghu people were stunned......

Those Shaolin disciples were also stunned, but their faces were more surprised......

Many Lin Zidi couldn't help but start to say, "Look, that'...... Isn't that the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple? ”

"Yes, yes, the old willow tree at the door is beautifully painted, what a landscape painting...... Although it is not a famous painting, this painting is very good, very good, and magnificent. An old man suddenly said that he had come to Shaolin many times.

It's a pity that he has never entered the mountain gate, but the big willow tree at the door is still fresh in his memory.

"Another ...... This is the lotus pond and the promenade, after entering the mountain gate is this promenade, and the fish in the water are vividly drawn......"

"This is the Daxiong Treasure Palace, this is the Daxiong Treasure Hall of our Shaolin, I didn't expect Uncle Xiao not only to paint well, but also remember some traces on the wall, such a subtle place can be painted......"

When one picture after another unfolds, when all the large buildings of Shaolin Temple are displayed......

There are also some small picture scrolls, which appear in front of everyone's eyes one after another.

For example, in the scorching sun, some warrior monks who worked hard to guard Shaolin ......

For example, hundreds of Shaolin disciples practiced martial arts at the same time, and smoke and dust were billowing all around, quite a kind of momentum of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger.

Or maybe some young Shaolin disciples are playing around......

When this scene was recorded, when these fragments crossed the minds of many Shaolin disciples, they knew ......

Uncle Xiao is not lazy in the name of painting, but really well-intentioned, he is recording everything that has happened in the past six years.

He almost painted the entire Shaolin Temple, those corners and corners, many disciples did not have an impression, at this time to see the scene in the painting, can recall.

As all the picture scrolls are completely unfolded, the whole scene is silent, not only the picture scrolls are becoming more and more beautiful, the scenery is becoming more and more vivid, and the characters are becoming more and more vivid.

What's even more unbelievable is that this handsome little monk, just because of the abbot's master, I can't remember the appearance of Shaolin Temple.

I was going to paint to show my master, and what I didn't expect was that this insistence was a full six years, and I heard from other Shaolin disciples that this little master never stopped painting one day, and he would go to paint every afternoon.

No matter how cold or hot it is, no matter how tired it is, no matter how rainy or snowy it is......

If the heavens are not beautiful, he paints them in the house.

If the sun is shining, then go out and paint, and it seems that what he promised, he will definitely do.

Six years ago, he seemed to be only 10 years old.

I don't know how many palms feel like they have been stabbed in their hearts, and then look at their disciples, it's better to wipe their necks......

Today, there happened to be a 110-year-old abbot of Zhipu, and when he saw the scrolls unfolding in front of him, he didn't know what to say......

After a long time, the old monk touched his head, and said in a slightly changed voice: "Enough, enough...... Good apprentice, stop drawing......"

The little monk Zimo shook his head, he stretched out his little hand and held the big hand with almost no flesh and blood: "For as long as I can remember, it was the master who raised me from childhood to adulthood, and I am not short of food or clothing.

You also gave me a futon made of thousand-year-old cold jade to practice qi, and I knew that Master loved me......

Then I will feel sorry for the master.

The master is tired, I will carry you, the master is old, I can't move, I will serve you, the master can't remember anything, then I will draw it, as long as you look at it more, you will remember, this is our home, this is our Shaolin Temple......

And I've been your apprentice all my life! ”

Speaking of this, he took out the small scroll hidden in his sleeve, which he had drawn the other day......

There is only one old monk and a little monk on the screen!

The old monk dragged the little monk's ear, the little monk was teary-eyed, and the old monk couldn't bear it......

The old monk has a lot of wrinkles on his face and is also very thin, and the little monk is very handsome and cute......

………………

On that day, the old monk, who had never shed tears, cried and was very sad......

But he also announced at the same time that if he passed away, the abbot of Shaolin Temple would be succeeded by the little monk Zimo.

The next day, the old monk who came at the end of the day passed away on his birthday......

………

On the seventh day, the little monk who had been kneeling in front of the mourning hall for five days collapsed and became ill......