Luo Shang knelt in front of the Buddha, looked at the scroll in his hand and took a long breath, the small characters the size of sesame seeds were next to each other in an orderly manner, which was even more dizzy than squatting on the mud floor and watching the ants move. He had been kneeling in front of the Buddha for more than ten days, and his constipated face was blue and black, but he didn't understand half a word. For this reason, Luo Shang felt extremely frustrated, and he spontaneously felt a sense of frustration, and he found that chanting scriptures was much more difficult than farming, at least he was quite handy in farming.

It happened that one day, Luo Shang and the abbot of Bu Allowed met by chance in the thatched toilet, one in the left pit and the other in the right pit, separated by a pile of thatched grass in the middle.

It just so happened that both of them were a little constipated.

The abbot was not allowed to open his mouth first: Who is next door?

Luo Shang said: It's me, Fusheng.

The abbot is not allowed to say: Oh, it's you kid, how are you studying lately, can you get used to living in the temple?

When Luo Shang heard this, he only felt that the constipation was more serious.

The abbot is not allowed to ask: Why don't you speak?

Luo Shangzhiwu: The ...... Abbot, I'm a little confused.

The abbot hummed softly and waited for him to continue.

Luo Shang said: Abbot, in fact, in fact, I can't read, I have been holding Buddhist scriptures for more than half a month, and I don't know what the Buddha said.

Hearing this, the abbot's legs were not allowed to weaken, and he was almost planted in the pit.

The abbot was not allowed to say, "Oh, you should have told the old man about this earlier, since you can't read the words, what's the use of just holding it?"

Luo Shang said: I see that other disciples are fine, I am afraid that you will drive me out of the temple again because I am illiterate. Abbot, you also know my situation, I am already homeless, and the one acre and quarter points of land left to me by my father and mother were also sold by me before leaving, if Shaolin does not want me, then Fusheng can only starve to death on the side of the road.

The abbot slapped his thigh excitedly, and after that, he only felt that his leg was numb and unbearable, and he was at a loss for a while. He couldn't tell whether it was a wild slap just now that made his legs numb, or whether he had been squatting for too long, but in short, his face was red and his head was dizzy.

The abbot is not allowed to say: Fusheng, have you squatted well?

Luo Shang said: Okay, it seems that he can't squat.

The abbot is not allowed to say: Quickly put on my pants and help me up, the old man's legs are numb!

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After that, the abbot was not allowed to teach him to read and write in person, and occasionally he would open a small stove for him alone, and Luo Shang in order to repay the abbot, often secretly hid some small snacks to honor him. This old and young, one respectful and one humble, the relationship is so good that it makes other young disciples who entered the temple at the same time red. In just half a year, Luo Shang has been literate for more than 100 years, and the hundred or so words are basically common words in the scriptures. In the past six months, the abbot has also eaten a few empty baskets of snacks, and his belly has obviously grown twice.

In addition to literacy on weekdays, Luo Shang is also very active in martial arts. In his opinion, martial arts practice and farming can play a role in relaxing muscles and bones, and his humble bones can only work hard and not be lazy. Seeing that he was diligent and hardworking, he did not allow the abbot to stuff several small cheats for him to practice secretly, and from time to time he personally instructed him to learn the maze.

The abbot in the martial arts noticed that Luo Shang's eyes could clearly capture every move of the outside world, even if the opponent's shot was as lightning fast. In other words, this guy is an out-and-out wizard. What's even more commendable is that he doesn't know anything about it, but thinks that his foundation is too poor and he needs to be diligent to make up for it. The abbot is not allowed to see through it and not say it, and wait and see what happens.

Luo Shang is getting better and better, and his martial arts are advancing by leaps and bounds, and his disciples at the same level are beyond his reach. However, everyone doesn't think that this is Luo Shang's own ability, and thinks that he can rely on the abbot's cultivation to have today, and the reason why they were left behind by him is because they did not get the abbot's guidance and love.

If there is no him, then the object of the abbot's love must be himself. Everyone is so sure in their hearts.

So everyone united to collectively isolate Luo Shang.

One of his disciples said that the reason why Fusheng was favored by the abbot must have been because his eyes were as mysterious as the tiger striped cats paid tribute by neighboring countries, and their pupils were as bright and dark as glass amber, making people both frightened and happy.

So they had a bold idea, if they had cut off those different eyes, he would have nothing. Then the favor they have coveted for a long time will also be at their fingertips.

They thought so, and they did.

A disciple named Fu Lai spearheaded the plot by dripping the juice of daffodils into the washbasin, causing Luo Shang's skin to become red and swollen and his eyes blind. Then he pretended to have a cure for his blindness and took the opportunity to gouge out his eyes. The pair of cat's eyes really shone like glass gems, and Fu Lai held the pair of blood-stained eyes in both hands and was stunned, and the ghost made the gods wipe the blood stains on his head, and put it into an ordinary wooden box like a treasure.

Fortunately in the misfortune, Luo Shang, who suffered from the pain of gouging out his eyes, held on for a long time.

Fortune soon discovered that the cat's eyes were not to be underestimated, and he began to reverie how different the world would be to see through these pupils, and he was so enchanted with his fantasy that he could not extricate himself until he acted on this crazy idea.

Jin Wuxi fell, the jade rabbit rose eastward, and all the disciples did not hesitate to gather outside the house in the rain. The abbot looked at a pair of cat's eyes on the table and a pair of brown pupils scattered on the ground and sighed deeply, he had seen too many strange things in his life, and he had added another one in front of him.

The disciple named Fu Lai fell to the ground with a hideous face, his eye sockets were hollow like ink, his eyes had been cut off, and he was dripping with blood. On closer inspection, he still clutched a blood-clotted dagger tightly in his hand.

The abbot is not allowed to turn the rosary and sigh: Heaven is forgivable, but self-inflicted sins cannot live. Then he picked up a pair of cat's eyes of Luo Shang.

That night, the Shaolin abbot convened the four major class leaders and the eight deacons to hold a meeting to vote on whether to agree to borrow the dragon balls from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to restore the light for his disciple Fusheng.

The vast majority are opposed.

Everyone is worried that the disciple Fusheng's status is lowly, how can he put such a holy and evil thing in his body, if he runs away with the dragon ball, then Shaolin will not lose his wife and break his army, and how can he save face. Moreover, if he has evil thoughts in his heart and relies on the Dragon Ball body to do some big rebellious things, wouldn't Shaolin become a martial arts sinner, and how should he gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes?

The abbot was not allowed to pat his chest and promise: Fusheng is an honest child, and the old man swears by the pastries for the rest of his life, this child can't run. This dragon ball is just borrowed from him, and he needs to return it to Shaolin after he dies. I will clearly record the ins and outs of this matter in my diary, and even if he is gone, the next abbot will take care of it.

This night, the abbot was not allowed to talk like a river, and he was messing around, and finally won the right to use the Dragon Ball for life for him. So the boy named Luo Shang was able to see again.

Master said that when Luo Shang died, he left a suicide note, asking his disciples to take out the dragon balls for him and return them to Shaolin and express his gratitude. It is precisely because of this that Master was able to find the Dragon Ball to save my life, and as for what means he used to take the Dragon Ball from Shaolin, he was silent about it.

I asked Master: Is it true that the apprentice will also leave a suicide note after his death, so that people can take out the dragon balls and return them to Shaolin?

Master said, "You don't have to worry about this matter, the teacher will do it for you when the time comes."

I said, "It's a blessing to have a master like this."

The Master said, "Why, now I have realized how good it is to be a teacher?"

I said, "If you are dull, Master, don't worry about me...... Master, if one day the disciples leave you, will you feel lonely?

Master said, "I don't know if you will feel lonely without you, but if you are a teacher, you will definitely feel lonely on the Huangquan Road." Otherwise, I will accompany you as a teacher?

I said, "Don't don't, instead of accompanying me to the Yellow Spring, I'd rather the master live well, maybe in the next life, the apprentice will still have the fate to worship you as a teacher."

The Master said, "You always talk about bad luck today, are you frightened by the stories told by the teacher?" Don't be afraid, they are them, you are you.

I said, "Well, for some reason, I always feel that my life is short."

Master said, "Talking nonsense, if you have a promising teacher by your side, you will definitely protect you for a long life."

I said: gibberish. If the apprentice could live a long life, the lame sow in the valley would be able to climb the tree.

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