Back in Hongguang Temple, Sineng sat cross-legged on the Zen bed, with a solemn image of a treasure, but Lu Xiaonan couldn't connect him with the monks in those film and television dramas. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Good boy, are you willing to worship me as a teacher now?"

"I have a question for you."

"Yes, not too sharply."

"You, why did you choose me?"

"This question is too simple, because you are related to my Buddha."

"Cut!" Lu Xiaonan's face was a look of ghost belief.

"Okay, it's better to hit the day than to choose a day, it's three o'clock in the morning, it's a good time, obedient disciple kneel down and apprentice, tomorrow as a teacher, I will pass the book to the world."

"Now?" Lu Xiaonan looked incredible, this is too casual.

"What do you think? Buddhists just follow fate, now we are masters and apprentices, you and I are willing, and there is no need to invite others to witness such cliché etiquette. Monk Sineng smiled like a fox, but in his heart he was thinking about how many greeting gifts he had saved.

Lu Xiaonan hesitated, and Monk Sineng had already gotten up and pressed on his shoulder, and with a little force, he involuntarily knelt on the futon.

Sineng smiled and sat back on the meditation bed, "Our ritual is relatively simple, you will kowtow four times, give a cup of tea to the teacher, call the master, and then take you to the main hall to pay homage to the Buddha, and the matter will be over after you apply for documents." ”

Lu Xiaonan was a little ignorant, so he kowtowed to tea and called the master, and as if in a dream, the monk went to the main hall to worship incense. Finally, Monk Sineng patted Lu Xiaonan on the shoulder again, "Now that the ceremony is complete, the obedient disciples can go to the meditation room next to the teacher to rest, and tomorrow the teacher will officially teach you the lessons." ”

Lu Xiaonan always felt that something was wrong, he seemed to have been deceived, right?

"Humph!" A cold snort came, Lu Xiaonan was startled, but he couldn't find anyone around, and couldn't help but look at Sineng.

But Monk Sineng smiled bitterly and said to Lu Xiaonan, "As a teacher, I forgot to say a small thing, and I forgot to give you a meeting gift, you come with me." ”

In the meditation room, the electric lights were turned on, and Monk Sineng opened the closet, looked at the various magic weapons densely placed in pain, gritted his teeth and said, "These magic weapons, you can pick one by yourself, remember, you can only take one." ”

Lu Xiaonan walked over and saw the swords, fans, bowls, Buddha beads and other things in the closet, his eyes immediately lit up, and he stretched out his hand, but he didn't know which one to take for a while, and looked back at Monk Sineng, "Master, which one is better?" ”

"These are all collections that have been walking the world for so many years, today you are cheaper, which one can be chosen depends on fate, no matter which one you choose, you will recognize it for the teacher, don't think about letting the teacher introduce you to the recommendation, I endure, endure, endure." Monk Sineng waved his short arms, and the flesh on his painful face trembled.

Lu Xiaonan looked at the magic weapons in the closet again, looked carefully at them one by one, and finally his eyes fell on a short sword, and asked Monk Sineng, "Master, is it okay for me to choose this short sword?" ”

Monk Sineng frowned, "It's not good, it's not good, this short sword is not good, let's choose the others, you see how majestic the sword is, and the bowl, but the imitation of the burning finger bowl of the Fahai Zen Master back then, and the peach hairpin......"

"Huh?" Lu Xiaonan immediately grabbed the short sword in his hand, "Just choose it." ”

Monk Sineng's mouth opened wide, "You, you, why don't you listen to persuasion." ”

"There must be a demon when things go wrong, I know this." Lu Xiaonan didn't raise the head of the short sword in his hand, this short sword was only thirty centimeters in its sheath, it was like a dagger, hidden in the sleeve just right, and he pulled out the sword.

Lu Xiaonan watched over and over again, with a smile on his face, and he was very satisfied with this short sword. But his smile was extremely hateful in the eyes of Monk Sineng, "Boy, can you not shake that sword in front of the teacher, for the teacher, me, I, I ......"

Suddenly, a chuckle came, it was still the same female voice that snorted coldly before, it was very short, it seemed to cover her mouth immediately after making a sound, but she still couldn't help but reveal it, the laughter seemed to be in the room, but Lu Xiaonan's eyes still didn't see anyone when he looked for it, which was a little strange, "Who?" ”

Monk Sineng smiled bitterly again, and pointed to a dark yellow vest that suddenly appeared on the table, "This is a gift from a senior master, accept it." ”

"Which senior, I have to thank people." Lu Xiaonan looked old at the vest, and he was a little suspicious that it was a good baby.

"I'm a little jealous of my teacher." After a while, the man seemed to be gone, and the monk Sineng took a long breath, "This vest is called Ruofeng Armor, don't underestimate it, this Ruofeng Armor is famous in the cultivation world, it is refined by condensing the clouds and clouds with the North Starlight, and it is as light as nothing on the body, and the defense is super strong, and ordinary magic weapons can't be broken at all, alas, she is really willing to do it for you, she has been wearing it on her body, and today she took it off and gave it to you......"

Lu Xiaonan is a little sluggish, which senior is it, does he really have such a big face? Master Si Neng may have it, but it is unlikely that he will hear the voice like a mouse seeing a cat, "Who is this senior?" How can you give me such a valuable gift? I am an orphan, how can I ...... virtue?"

"It doesn't hurt to tell you a little about this senior's situation, she has lived in Hongguang Temple for more than 2,000 years, and she usually stays in the secret mansion to cultivate, and almost never goes out."

"That ......"

"Good boy, you can rest assured to accept it, she has no ill will towards you, and only those who she can see will give a creation, I didn't expect your bare to be really a big deal."

At this time, the sky was already bright, Lu Xiaonan walked back with the scriptures given to him by the monk Sineng, according to the monk Sineng, these scriptures must be integrated in order to lay a good foundation, and then he can pass on his magic, he always feels that this monk who even coaxed and deceived him as an apprentice is very unreliable, these are ordinary Buddhist scriptures, after the integration of the monk, wouldn't you be able to be a monk.

Out of Hongguang Temple, get on the bus, because the time is still early, there are not many passengers on the bus. Lu Xiaonan opened a copy of the "Lotus Sutra", all of which were vertically arranged in traditional characters, and he was a little dizzy after reading two pages, so he looked up at the window, the sky of the city had become blue because of the heavy rain last night, but at this time, it was only a few hours, and there was haze and dust began to spread in the city, gradually covering the sky, making the city gray again, and people seemed to have long been accustomed to the color of the city, and the footsteps were hurried, and no one stopped.

A bird flies in the sky of the city, I don't know if it can't find a companion, or if the city has no birds to inhabit in the first place, and it seems extremely lonely. Blood dripped down the emerald yellow bird's claws, and it staggered, flapping its injured wings as hard as it could, but it eventually fell headlong into the sky, and with a thud it hit the front windshield of the bus, which was immediately full of cracks.

The driver braked suddenly, cursed, got out of the car to check the situation, kicked the bird away, and landed at the feet of Lu Xiaonan, who came with everyone to get out of the car.

The bird's eyes were slightly closed, its chest was still undulating, and it was still alive.

Lu Xiaonan picked it up with some pity, wrapped its blood-dripping wings with a handkerchief under the indifferent gazes of the surroundings, and then gently combed its messy feathers, and the corners of the bird's eyes flashed with crystals......