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I asked all the questions without thinking.

"Senior brother, why are we here to find the princess? Is the princess awake? Did the princess really sleep for 12 years? How can anyone sleep for so long? ”

Sikong Guan shook his head, didn't say anything, he entered the road halfway, although he entered the door for a few years, he also became the best disciple in the door, and even taught some junior brothers and sisters in an acre of teaching buildings, but he still didn't have a name, and he never went to silk, thinking of what the teacher said, Sikong Guan looked at the little monk, and his heart was also confused, and he thought carefully about the scene that the teacher said to himself-

The previous month, the junior brother in the left three rooms passed on the teacher's words, and he should go to the place where the teacher was reciting the scriptures that day and night, and then he went, went a little earlier, knocked on the teacher's door, and went in after getting an answer.

Leaned over and said, "Teacher, the disciple is here."

The old monk sat on the futon and knocked on the wooden fish, worshiping a Buddha lotus, which is an empty Buddha lotus.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock"

The old monk knocked on the wooden fish, and kept doing it until the sun was about to set.

"You take Bunian to Quanke and take her to the sixth princess"

Sikong Guan couldn't figure it out and asked, "How did the disciple find the princess?" ”

"If you participate in the ruins of Shark Castle this time, you can take advantage of the situation"

"The disciple understands"

"Knock, knock, knock, knock"

Sikong Guan possessed himself and said goodbye again.

...

"Senior brother? Senior brother, senior brother? "I don't know how to think about it, I don't know what to do, and I can't help but feel a little sulky.

Yan Bing stopped the little junior sister, led her to the other side to tell her a story, provoked a burst of cheers, and immediately covered the corners of his mouth, secretly looked at the senior brother, and saw that there was nothing unusual, and sat down beside Senior Brother Yan Bing.

Sikong Guan glanced at the two people sitting in the distance, and did not interrupt the two of them, put away the scriptures, and thought about them again.

Five years ago, he was 15 years old, he was the sixth on the list of young talents, and was known as the pride of the empire, but he was defeated by a little monk in the White Horse Academy, this little monk just didn't read, at that time he had entered the sixth order, and the little monk didn't even know the way, just a naughty monk who didn't like to chant scriptures. The tongue of the world is always unpredictable, becoming the wind when you break the waves, and turning into stones when you fall off the cliff. Some people say that he is acting, some people say that he is not worthy of his name, and some people say that he is very strong but does not understand the world, he thought about it, this is right, he just lost to the world.

It was also that year that he resolutely entered the Buddhist monastery, and he didn't read it, but he was most afraid that he wouldn't read it.

It's not complicated, and there's no shaving, the impression of the monk's burn scar is actually misspoken, and he was divided into an acre of teaching building, so he simply became a Buddhist disciple. The only requirement is for him to do the official work of lecturing the scriptures, and when he first entered the Buddhist monastery, he has never even seen the scriptures, so how can he be worthy of the position of preaching the scriptures? As a result, I was worried for a few days and did something about holding my feet in front of the Buddha, until I opened the building to give a lecture, and then I knew that there was only one disciple sent by the host, and that is, I won my own non-recitation.

Reciting scriptures all day and all night in order to open the building so that it will not be too embarrassing, how do you know that you will not read it, or win your own not reading, and it is young and young, and it is very vigorous, thinking: Don't read it, don't read it, hum! Since the host has divided you with me, I will let you read it every day! - So the commonplace has become a hurdle that cannot be overcome.

Probably not angry with their own strictness, coupled with their active nature, once I don't know which junior brother went out to give her a fire, as a result, she burned a piece of bamboo in the backyard of the temple, and wet the bed at night, and finally punished herself, washed the sheets, and swept the thatched house for a month.

The most stubborn time was when she secretly ran out of the temple and met an old beggar, not only stole the money in the building to mess around, but also only changed a wine gourd back, poured it with ordinary wheat brew mixed with water, if she hadn't drunk and found a wooden stick to find the door to fight with herself, she didn't know that this little bald man actually broke the vows!

As a result, the host happened to come to ask about the progress of not reciting the scriptures that day, and in a hurry he hid the non-recitation, but the smell of alcohol was difficult to get rid of for a while, so he had to pretend to be drunk, and the host smelled the smell of wine on his body, and he was furious. I thought I was going to be expelled from the temple, but I don't know why, I just took one hundred and eighty monks in the Luohan Hall and one stick, and then I was gone, but since then, I have been much more well-behaved if I don't read it - because I can only sleep on my stomach for more than a year, and it is a painful thing to dress, and I was only 17 years old at that time...

Spring goes to autumn, it has been five years since he entered the temple in a blink of an eye, the little monk has grown up, his eyebrows are clear, his little bald head is shining brightly, and he has taken off his childishness, and there are a few more disciples who listen to the scriptures in the building, Yan Bing is one of them, and he is also the most obedient junior disciple.

...

In the end, the big bad wolf pretended to be an old grandmother and tricked Little Red Riding Hood to open the door, and after entering the door, he ripped the clothes on his body, revealing the prototype and whining! Yan Bing imitated the big bad wolf while talking, opening his teeth and dancing his claws, not thinking about the funny, but not daring to laugh too loudly, just covering his mouth and pressing his belly, and after laughing, he hurriedly asked: "And then, did the big bad wolf eat Little Red Riding Hood?" ”

Yan Bing showed a meaningful look and said, "In the end, the big bad wolf and Little Red Riding Hood lived happily together..."

"Boom!"

"Ouch!!" Yan Bing cried out in pain while holding his bald scoop, only to see his senior brother Sikong Guan standing behind him with a brush, and the thick handle of his arm was still hanging above his head.

Sikong Guan said angrily, "What kind of story are you telling here!?" ”

Immediately sat cross-legged without reading it, bowing his head and looking like he was admitting his mistake, Yan Bing covered his head and didn't dare not answer, and replied: "Little.. The story of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf."

Seeing this, Yan Bing hurriedly exclaimed, "Senior brother, senior brother! The younger brother knows that he is wrong... Next time, I won't tell a story again! As he spoke, he secretly pulled the corner of his clothes.

Bu Nian took the opportunity to open his mouth and said: "Hmm... Well! Senior Brother Yan is too bad! You have to tell me a story! I don't really want to hear it! Senior brother, you hit him, it's just.. Just don't beat it.."

Sikong Guan sneered in his heart, such a trick has been done almost once a day for three years, and he is not against it, and it is okay to take a nap after reading in the morning, but you should respect the original work, which version says 'Happy life together?' At that moment, ignoring Yan Bing's pleading, he knocked it down on his head.

"Boom!" The dull sound startled the obedient people who sat on the side, and they looked even more nervous.

Sikong Guan looked at the two of them and shook his head and sighed, especially if he didn't read it, others thought that this little bald man was afraid of himself, but who knew that he was actually the most afraid of her? After taking the brush back, he said, "Clean up, it's time to hit the road"

Yan Bingru was amnestied, and quickly got up to pack his things, but he still sat cross-legged in place and didn't move, and he didn't know if his mind had flown out of the sky again.

Sikong Guan shouted: "Don't read it!" Don't go yet! ”

"Ahh Bu Nian was thinking about how to beg for mercy to escape if the senior brother insisted on beating himself, but he was taken aback and stammered: "Know. Got it..."

After saying that, he hurriedly got up and ran to clean up his futon and scriptures, thinking that although it was strange and scary, it was really good that he was not beaten.