Four plates of vegetables, five bowls of rice, more than half of them went into the old monk's belly, and a small half went into the mouth of the little maid, and the blind boy could only eat half a steamed bun on the bottom of the cabbage and tofu soup. After eating the food, the old monk burped and went back to the meditation room to continue his sleep, while the blind boy and the little maid found the grass monk who was adding lamp oil in the Buddhist hall.

The little monk who was sad before smiled on his face at this time, flicked his fingers, and counted to the male benefactor and the female Bodhisattva in front of him: "Four plates of fasting dishes, one large and three small, and a small summary of fourteen taels." Among them, an extra spoonful of rapeseed oil was added to the white braised bamboo shoot slices, which was supposed to be an extra one or two, but the cabbage tofu soup was offset by adding one spoonful less. In addition, five bowls of rice and rice are counted as two taels and five yuan, and four white flour steamed buns are counted as eight yuan. In this way, add and and, and then give you a discount to remove a fraction, a clear total of seventeen taels. ”

"Why don't you go to the restaurant at the bottom of the mountain to be a shopkeeper?" the blind man scolded with a smile, and then threw over a money bag.

"The master doesn't allow me to go down the mountain!Huh~" took the money bag, checked it, felt that the weight was wrong, and the small grass monk was not happy, and his face changed to a sad look, and complained: "Your money is only half of the price, and you want to eat the overlord meal in front of the Buddha?"

Hearing this, Feng Chime, who had not eaten enough, was even more unhappy, crossed his small waist, and retorted angrily, "Who eats the overlord's meal? It's not your thief master who snatched our food, I only ate half full, and Gongzi just ate dry food with cold soup!

Knowing that his master is a scoundrel, Rao is a little monk who has been tempered with a rather cheeky skin, and at this time he also blushed slightly, and he couldn't help but change the topic: "Master got up so early today! Hehe, it's so good, it's so good!"

"I won't talk to you, I'm going down the mountain!" the blind man raised his leg to leave

"Didn't you have to play a game of chess with me before you left, why are you in such a hurry today?" The little monk wanted to go to the room to get the chessboard after adding lamp oil, and played backgammon on the board with black and white, which was one of his few interests.

"Nonsense, I don't take advantage of the fact that I still have some dry goods in my stomach at this time, hurry down the mountain to eat something, do you wait until I am hungry, and roll down the steps?" The blind boy listened to his own stomach purring and was also a little angry, he greeted a wind chime, and said to the little monk who was holding back the laughter, "Besides, when you go down the mountain, there will be a lot of time to play chess!" After speaking, he ignored the inexplicable muttering, "Go down the mountain, what is going down the mountain? Will I go down the mountain?" The little monk led the little maid out of the courtyard.

It's easy to go up the mountain and hard to get down, and it's even harder to go down if you're hungry.

"Go down, go down, go down, grunt!" the round-faced little maid touched her stomach in protest, and pulled off a dogtail and put it in her mouth.

The blind boy was amused and laughed, "Ling'er, you are good at writing!"

The hungry little maid was listless, "How did I not know!"

"You unconsciously make an absolute! You say 'climb, climb, climb, sneeze' in the morning, and repeat 'down, down, down, grun!' in the afternoon, isn't this the occasional masterpiece of the master! Haha, grunt!" The blind boy was laughing happily, but his stomach was also crying. This time it was the little maid's turn to smile and bend over.

The two teased and teased, and they didn't realize that the mountain was high and the road was far away, and they reached the mountainside after a while.

"No, this smells so good! Who is roasting the chicken legs, it smells so good!" the little maid wrinkled her nose and shouted in surprise.

Smelling the aroma, the little maid hurried forward, and the blind boy who followed also took a big step. Bypassing a clump of slender bitter bamboos blocking the way, I saw a pile of bamboo charcoal fire in the middle of the path, on which a whole fat chicken was roasting golden dripping oil.

On the steps next to the fire sat a large lama, dressed in golden robes, with a silver Dharma wheel around his waist. He was now carefully fanning the charcoal fire with the wide sleeve of his right hand, and with his left hand he held up a clay altar and poured a sip of wine on his head.

Seeing the fat lama lying in the middle of the road in gold and silver, the blind man couldn't help frowning slightly.

Feng Chi'er whispered at this time, "Childe, it's really strange! Isn't the lama also a monk, why do you still drink and eat meat! But this chicken is really fragrant!" After speaking, he couldn't help but take a long breath of aroma, and then swallowed his saliva.

Childe faced the big lama in front of him and did not answer.

The big lama put down the wine jar, turned the fragrant roast chicken on the fire, turned his head sideways and smiled at the little maid, his kind eyebrows and kind eyes were approachable, and then he said in the official dialect of the Yu Dynasty, "Little doll, Shamen disciples don't eat meat or drink alcohol, who set these rules?"

The little maid Lisuo replied, "Of course it's the Buddha!"

"Hehe, this seat is the living Buddha of the world, I said that you can eat as much as you can!" After speaking, the great lama tore off a chicken leg and ate it with a mouthful of oil. Then he smiled at the little maid and said, "It's better to make a bet with the two donors, if you win, this seat will invite the two of you to eat my secret eight-treasure glazed chicken, how about it?"

The greedy little maid just wanted to agree, but the blind boy behind her spoke first, "Forget it, the chicken of the living Buddha, I can't afford it for ordinary people!"

"Hehe, little master of the academy, in fact, if you don't gamble, you have to gamble! Because I want to bet that you can't go down the mountain, and now this seat is sitting on the road, and the gambling game has been set!" the great lama smiled even more kindly

"Great monk, don't underestimate us, although there is only one way down the mountain, won't we pass directly through the bamboo forest? You are doomed!" The little maid felt that her side had a great chance of winning

"Oh, sit here and don't move, you two give it a try!" the Grand Lama waved his robe sleeves and looked at the blind man with a smile.

"Good!" the blind boy did not hesitate, blocked the little maid behind him, and leaned forward with his bamboo cane.

Like a fallen leaf falling into a swamp, Childe felt that his bamboo cane had encountered a great attraction, so that the bamboo cane began to circle around the center of the great lama. In the eyes of the wind chimes, the silver Dharma wheel on the belt of the great lama seemed to turn up, and the unscrewed threads distorted the surrounding bamboo forests and mountain roads, and the little maid fainted with a tilt of her head.

Carrying his little maid, the blind boy also struggled, the bitter bamboo forest and the small stone path in front of him were bent into noodles tumbling in boiling water, and not only did there appear in the dark, pulling the son's footsteps to draw a circle, trying to make him draw the ground as a prison. There is also a sweet aroma of ghee, which makes people sour and weak, and they can't lift their energy.

"Is the Falun of the three-in-one body, qi, and spirit?" Gongzi felt that it was necessary for him to open his eyes, otherwise he would really have to go hungry and watch the sunset on this bitter bamboo mountainside.

The Great Lama was eating happily at this time, and he now felt that he was too worried. I thought that this little master of the academy must be a great martial arts master, otherwise why would the old monk invite him to help him? But he had only opened the first reincarnation of the Falun in his abdomen, and this little master was struggling! It seemed that he was just a scholar, and the competition in a month should not be in the way! Just thinking like this, a bright light suddenly rushed into his eyes, drawing a big mark in the sea of knowledge.

The little master only opened the corners of his eyes slightly at the Taiqing Night Banquet, but now he opened his eyes completely. There is no agility in the eyes of a naughty child, nor the depth of the eyes of the vicissitudes of wisdom, and the blind boy's eyes are really blind and gray, and his eyes don't move, and his eyelids don't blink.

The world is too big to look at too much, so you don't need to look down, and the world is too slow to look too long, so you don't need to blink. The world in Childe's eyes is different from ordinary people, and the way he sees the world is also different from ordinary people, so Childe's eyes opened and closed again.

However, in the slowed time and magnified space, Childe saw that the dust carried by the air flow was swirling around the navel of the great lama, but the air flow was not coherent, and it was divided into six clusters in total, like the six petals of a lotus flower, which flew around the great lama into a rosette.

But as long as it is not completely one, Childe will have a gap. The blind boy first took a small step to the left, just inserting it into the interval between the two air currents, and suddenly felt that the suction force attached to his body was much smaller, and then he took the initiative to walk around the great lama with small steps, and when he turned to the exit of the opposite path, he moved a small step to the right, and thus escaped from the reincarnation released by the great lama.

The blind boy panted slightly, after all, although he could see clearly, he still walked in fright. The Great Lama was a little stupid at this time, and after a while, he came back to his senses, pointed to the blind boy and said in surprise, "Are you 'light'?" Before the other party could deny it, the Great Lama himself had already shook his head, "Impossible, the body is weak, the qi is thin, how can you achieve heaven and man!"

The big lama was muttering alone, but the blind boy interjected at this time, "Bet, if we win, the living Buddha's roast chicken will not be eaten! However, if a little monk will come down the mountain in a few days, the living Buddha should not bully the small, after all, he will soon be my student!"

After the blind boy finished speaking, he carried the little maid who didn't know whether he was dizzy or asleep and walked slowly down the mountain.

The great lama on the mountainside looked at the little master of the academy who was gradually moving away, and sighed, "How can there be a academy on the land of the Buddha?"

The old monk who was napping in the meditation room on the top of the mountain was chirping at this time, and he muttered like waking up from a dream, "Fortunately, there is a academy in the world!"