"Master, can you say hello early next time you come? Besides, I'm a girl's house, isn't it too unruly for you to break into a girl's boudoir in the middle of the night? That's a suspicion of bad morals, master, you have to be careful, be careful of the late season. ”

Fang Dongqiao had just flashed out of the medicine field space, if Master Wu had appeared in the Bamboo Lotus Courtyard earlier, she would not have been able to keep her space secret, so Fang Dongqiao was very indignant about this Master Wu who had the ability to fly on the wall.

Although Gong Tianyu told her that day that Master Wu could fly around on the roof, with great light skills, Fang Dongqiao was still a little yearning, dreaming of whether he could pester Master Wu to learn some light skills, and if he met any bad people in the future, he could escape and save his life, after all, Fang Dongqiao didn't want to expose her killer weapon - Yaotian Space.

It's just that at this moment, Master Wu fell so quietly and silently in her courtyard, and she was only frightened, and there was no joy left.

When Master Wu heard Fang Dongqiao say this about him, he didn't mind at all, his hands were combined, and he closed his eyes and muttered.

"Amitabha, good, good. Monks, the four are empty, the six roots are pure, the flowers are not flowers and fog, and all things are empty in the eyes of the Buddha's disciples, so there is no difference between men and women in the eyes of poor monks. ”

After Master Wu finished speaking, he sat opposite Fang Dongqiao, made himself a cup of hot tea, drank it in his mouth, always felt light and tasteless, and immediately shook a wine gourd hanging from his waist towards Fang Dongqiao.

"Little donor, can you give some wine and meat to the poor monks?"

Fang Dongqiao glared at Master Wu.

"Didn't the master just say that the four major monks are empty, and the six roots are pure? Does the master dare to commit this ring of wine and meat? Aren't you afraid of breaking the rules of Buddhism? ”

"The little benefactor is not right, the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left in his heart, even if everything is empty, the poor monk drinks wine and eats meat, but in fact, it is just empty."

"Since everything is empty in the eyes of the master, it doesn't matter if the master doesn't eat or drink, anyway, eating and drinking are all empty, so why waste the food of the laity? Master, you're right? Fang Dongqiao smiled and narrowed his eyes.

"But the cultivation of poor monks is limited, and they have not yet reached the realm of not eating or drinking, so they still have to eat and drink, but they don't need to pay attention to the superficial form, as long as there is a Buddha in their hearts, they can be."

Master Wu didn't blush at all, he looked like a fluttering magic stick, no wonder he could cheat so many good men and women out of incense money.

Fang Dongqiao glanced at Master Wu fiercely, and finally went to the cellar to get him a jar of sweet and mellow liquor, and put it in front of Master Wu.

"Master, it's just a little wine, and it's not a respect, so you can barely accept it." Fang Dongqiao joked about Master Wu.

"Thank you, little donor." Master Wu really stood up, put his hands together, thanked Fang Dongqiao, and then sat down comfortably, opened the wine jar, and poured the liquor into his wine gourd.

His wine gourd also has a large capacity, and all such a jar of liquor has been packed into the wine gourd, Fang Dongqiao couldn't help but tilt his head curiously.

Could it be that this wine gourd of Master Wu is the same as the wine gourd of Jigong Living Buddha, it is a treasure, is it not satisfied?

"Little donor, what are you looking at?"

"It's nothing, Qiao Er is just wondering, I think the master is a bit too much, this wine, you can drink it directly in a bowl, why do you have to put it in your wine gourd." Anyway, I have to take it out and drink it, so why do you pour it back and forth so much, it's so troublesome. ”

Master Wu's wine gourd is just an ordinary wine gourd, because Fang Dongqiao has already seen that the liquor is full of wine on the top of the wine gourd, which shows that it is not a treasure against the sky.

Since this wine gourd does not have the anti-heaven function of the wine gourd of Jigong Living Buddha, Fang Dongqiao has no curiosity.

Then Master Wu could see that Fang Dongqiao leaned his head and stared at his wine gourd, obviously curious if his wine gourd was a rare thing, and when she saw him ask, she turned her mouth quickly.

It's just that this time, Master Wu didn't have the heart to break through Fang Dongqiao's perfunctory words, he just held the wine gourd and drank the wine quietly, taking one sip after another.

He drank very slowly, very slowly, and tasted it carefully, showing a peaceful state between his eyebrows, as if this night, he had to come to Fang Dongqiao in the middle of the night just to drink such a sip of liquor.

As for Fang Dongqiao, she was waiting for Master Wu to say something, and she had to refuse it earlier, but she didn't expect Master Wu's move to make her confused, and she couldn't figure out his true intention.

Is he really here to beg for a drink?

It's not like, it's not.

Fang Dongqiao shook his head in confusion, how could he feel that Master Wu was here for a purpose.

It's just that if he doesn't speak, if she takes the initiative to speak, the situation will be passive. However, if she didn't take the initiative to speak, would she just sit with Master Wu with big eyes until dawn?

She didn't have the motivation to sit in meditation like Master Wu, not to mention that her eyelids began to fight with this small body, she yawned uncontrollably, and every bone in her body was shouting that it was time to sleep, and it was time to go to her warm and comfortable bed.

So in such a situation, Fang Dongqiao reluctantly opened his mouth.

"Master, you didn't come here just to sit with me until dawn, did you?" Fang Dongqiao's voice was muffled.

"Master, I'll tell you honestly, what you want to tell me, no matter what it is, I can only say sorry, I really have a weak heart, I can't do anything, and I hope the master will ask another master."

"Little benefactor, you misunderstood. The poor and hateful really came here just to come to the door to ask for a bowl of wine to drink, and there was nothing else to do, and the little benefactor thought about it more. "Master Wu didn't move the wind, but Fang Dongqiao just felt that the tree wanted to be quiet and the wind didn't stop.

"Master, it's getting late now, Qiao'er wants to sleep, Master, can't you move?" Fang Dongqiao yawned again, and simply ordered the eviction.

"Also, it's time for the little benefactor to rest, and the poor monk will leave."

Master Wu really stood up, and just began to walk away and leave.

Is it so easy to talk to? Could it really be that she is suspicious and worried, and Master Wu is here to drink?!

Fang Dongqiao stared at Master Wu flying onto the roof, staring at the white clothes that flashed away, thinking that she was hallucinating at this time? He pinched both cheeks hard.

Hurt! It hurts!

If there is a feeling of pain, it means that she is not dreaming, Master Wu really came just now, and left after drinking, without hesitation at all.

Fang Dongqiao suddenly felt that her face was starting to get hot at this moment, and it was red, all the way to the root of her ears.

This time, she seems to have spent the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, so embarrassed, really embarrassed, Fang Dongqiao covered her little head with a quilt.

However, Fang Dongqiao's feeling of shame couldn't last for the next night, because of what? Because Master Wu came to her bamboo lotus courtyard in the middle of the night like this, he came lightly.

"Little donor, passing by here, can you ask for a glass of wine?"

This magic stick, she felt guilty all day, dared to dig a trap here and waited for her to jump down, he played with her like this, then she was not as good as he wanted, hum-

In the end, see who can resist whom.

With such determination, Fang Dongqiao naturally smiled at Master Wu every day, and every night as if he knew that he was coming, he took out good wine and food to entertain him.

Master Wu didn't mention anything, Fang Dongqiao was naturally happy to pretend to be confused, and the two of them had their own bad thoughts like this, and they spent several days like this.

In the end, Master Wu took the initiative to speak.

"Little donor, Qingliang Temple is now up and down 300 people, including poor monks, if the little donor does not agree, tomorrow the little donor will come to Qingliang Temple to collect the corpse for the poor monk."

Fang Dongqiao stood up in shock.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Today's eldest brother of the concubine Niangniang, that is, Yipin Zaifu, was assassinated and seriously injured in Beijing, and now he has begged for a cup of holy water to save people. If the poor monks can't take out the holy water to save people tomorrow, then all the monks of Qingliang Temple will have to be buried with Xiangye. ”

When Master Wu said this, there was still a faint expression on his face, as a master like him, he naturally would not be afraid of life and death, but he would have to involve so many people's lives, and he couldn't bear it after all.

"In this way, the master wants Jo'er to save people, right?" Fang Dongqiao sat down in embarrassment.

"That's right, the poor monk also felt that this matter was a difficult thing for the little benefactor. In this way, the poor monk did not speak for several days. ”

This is why Master Wu came to disturb Fang Dongqiao again and again, but did not explain his intentions.

He also understood that if Fang Dongqiao was at his age to save people, if he was not careful, it was very likely to cause death.

The poor monk will never embarrass the little donor, but just hope that the little donor will save so many lives. Afterwards, the poor monk will not let the little donor fall into a predicament, even if he wants the life of the poor monk, the poor monk will definitely protect the little donor. "Master Wu has said this, can Fang Dongqiao still harden his heart and not agree?

That's 300 lives, and after killing so many people, the blood is enough to stain a Qingliang Temple.

Could she really watch things happen and let the blood of those three hundred monks stain Qingliang Temple red like this?

The answer, of course, is no.

If he can't do it, Fang Dongqiao will take a risk.

Regarding this matter, Fang Dongqiao immediately asked his eldest brother Fang Jingshu to discuss, Fang Jingshu's intention was also to let Fang Dongqiao save people, but if he saved that person in the name of holy water this time, in the end, it was the monks of Qingliang Temple who suffered.

In the future, if there is another seriously ill person with status and status, and Fang Dongqiao has no way to cure it, then isn't it still dangerous up and down Qingliang Temple?

Therefore, this time, I want to save people, but I can't just be so cheap to save the person who was saved, and I have to never suffer in the future.