"Monk Xiaobai, what kind of stone is this, and what kind of tree is this?"

Mo Qingxue tried her best to remove the light in her eyes, and her jade hand rubbed the round stone under the seat, feeling the slightest coolness coming from her hand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Jiang Xiaobai looked at Mo Qingxue with some confusion and said thoughtfully.

"There is an ordinary stone in the original, this tree is called the Bodhi tree in the Buddhist scriptures!"

"Bodhi Tree?"

Mo Qingxue's beautiful eyes bloomed, and then turned into obsession, tremblingly stretched out his hand to stroke the old skin on the Bodhi tree, for a while, his eyes were hazy, and he smiled bitterly, brushed off the little crystal hanging on the black eyelashes with his slender jade hand, and lay on the mottled mud and stone floor, and fell asleep a little presumptuously, quiet and peaceful.

Jiang Xiaobai held his chin with his white palm, looking at the woman lying on the ground curiously, he would never have thought that so many expressions could appear on a person's face in an instant, and the other party was such a beautiful woman, he could even feel a trace of the master's breath from this woman's body.

Mo Qingxue, who was lying on the mottled mud and stone floor, was motionless, and Jiang Xiaobai, who was holding his chin with his hand, was also motionless, and the two of them seemed to be inexplicably fixed in the dilapidated temple, incompatible with the surroundings, but after looking at it for a long time, it was not so conspicuous, but it gave people a feeling that they had existed for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, a smile appeared on the corner of Mo Qingxue's mouth, and she opened her eyes that were a little smart, no longer the coldness before, but as if she had ignited hope.

"Little White Monk, how about giving my sister three money Bodhi roots, three money Bodhi old skins, and three money Bodhi dead leaves?"

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the fallen leaves under the Zhanggao Bodhi tree and the old bark on the Bodhi tree that was about to collapse, thinking about the fifteen years when the master had beaten himself under the tree with a ring ruler, how many times he dreamed of never being like that again, but today, when his dream came true, he actually felt a little nostalgic in his heart.

"Is the little master unwilling to agree?"

Seeing Jiang Xiaobai's constantly changing expression, Mo Qingxue felt deeply uneasy, and hurriedly asked, completely forgetting his skills, where the little monk in front of him could say no, maybe there was a power in this dilapidated temple, which made people naturally have a pure heart.

"As much as Master Mo wants, you can take it yourself, but there is one condition!"

"On what terms?"

"Don't call me Little Monk anymore, you can call me Xiaobai, yes, it's Xiaobai!"

"Poof!"

Mo Qingxue smiled, like peach blossoms in the spring breeze, some enchanting, some delicate, which made Jiang Xiaobai stunned.

"Amitabha! Women are woe to water!"

Jiang Xiaobai said silently in his heart, glanced at Mo Qingxue's slender figure, and glanced away with his rippling eyes.

"No, little monk, this is for you by my sister!"

Mo Qingxue collected the fallen leaves and old skins, dug up some Bodhi roots, and threw an old whitish animal skin to Jiang Xiaobai.

"Myoho-renge-yuk!"

A touch of surprise flashed in Jiang Xiaobai's eyes, and he was not annoyed by the title of the little monk, but looked intently at the somewhat whitish animal skin in his hand, which turned out to be the Sanskrit used to write the Buddhist scriptures, and it looked a little old.

Mo Qingxue had such an expression, if a monk doesn't even know Sanskrit, how can he still be a monk, if he is not a monk, who would spend so much energy to practice difficult Sanskrit, after all, trying to live outside is already exhausting and powerless.

"This is the reason why I was hunted down by Qingyun City, but I don't know the Sanskrit text above, so it should be the reward of these fallen leaves, old skins, and roots!"

Thinking of the shouting and killing outside the dense fog last night, Jiang Xiaobai nodded, because he realized that maybe the outside was not as safe as he imagined, and with this kind of footwork, he might be able to avoid a lot of unnecessary troubles, of course, the premise is that he has to learn the footwork above.

Mo Qingxue tapped her jade feet, jumped slightly, sat firmly on the cobblestone, closed her eyelashes, which were still a little wet, and the excitement on her face quickly receded, as if she had entered a realm of selflessness.

Jiang Xiaobai was a little envious, just now Mo Qingxue jumped lightly, it was half a zhang high, and it didn't look like it was struggling at all, and then remembered last night, the wind whirring in his ears, suddenly, he found that there was a door in a book that wanted to open to him, it was a world that was countless times more wonderful than the old monk's non-stop sound of wooden fish and chanting day and night.

With some excitement, Jiang Xiaobai left the broken temple briskly, the monk shoes stained with yellow mud had a few holes, but this pair of somewhat tattered monk shoes, the moment they touched the ground, always gave people an indescribable meaning.

"Master Mo, I went to the back mountain to pick some fruits, let's eat some!"

When Jiang Xiaobai reappeared, he was holding some fresh fruits in his hand, exuding the unique sweetness of the mountains, I don't know when Jiang Xiaobai deliberately replaced 'little monk' with 'me', as if he was deliberately avoiding some things.

"It smells so good!"

A black wind wrapped in another fragrance, turned into an afterimage, and instantly appeared in front of Jiang Xiaobai, who had just stepped into the temple gate, a pair of jade hands were already full of fruits of various colors, looking at the empty palms, Jiang Xiaobai revealed a trace of bitterness.

Click, click!

The crisp sound sounded, the peel can no longer wrap the mellow inside, the fragrance is overflowing, the smell is refreshing, the moment the flesh enters the abdomen, the slightest heat flow, into the limbs, five internal organs.

Mo Qingxue's beautiful eyes were filled with deep shock, and she roughly stuffed the fruit in her hand into her mouth, and with a light tap of her toes, she turned into a fairy who crossed the air, slowly landing on the round stone next to the Bodhi tree, her beautiful eyelashes slowly closed, and the corners of her mouth always contained a smile.

Jiang Xiaobai waved his fist fiercely, hoping that one day he could do the same, so that he could fulfill his master's last wish as soon as possible, put the relics in the Liuyun bag into the lotus pond in front of the golden body of the Bazhang Buddha, and then, carefree and free.

However, looking at the familiar scene around him, he shook his bald head with a swollen bag, reluctantly took out the whitened animal skin, and looked seriously at the Myoho-rengebu written in Sanskrit on it, and looked at it, and he felt some chaotic heat flow in his body out of thin air, which slowly changed from warm to hot, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared densely on his forehead.

"Ah......h

Jiang Xiaobai felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling, burning himself.

Boom!

A slender jade palm struck him on the back.

"Poof!"

Jiang Xiaobai spewed out a stream of blood arrows, feeling that his whole body instantly relaxed, and the heat flowing around was gone, and the red skin slowly cooled.

"Little monk, aren't you a monk!

A delicate face with a wicked smile on it.

"Ahem, thank you Lord Mo, could it be that I went mad?"

Jiang Xiaobai didn't mind Mo Qingxue's teasing, recalling the scene written in the book about the scene after going mad, and he was afraid for a while.

The corners of Mo Qingxue's mouth twitched slightly, an ignorant little monk who didn't know what his true qi was, actually thought that he had gone mad.

"You just condensed a few wisps of true qi, scurrying around in your body in no order, you don't count as going mad!"

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaobai patted his chest and put down his hanging heart peacefully, he was really afraid that he would be jealous of his talents, so he accepted his own life, somehow, he thought of life and death, and was a little afraid of death.

"Huh, why does it stink?"

Jiang Xiaobai pinched his nose, although he didn't have any cleanliness habits, and the monk's robe could be stained with yellow mud, but the only thing he couldn't stand was the smell.

Mo Qingxue's face turned red, and she disappeared with a bang, leaving a mixed smell of fragrance and odor in place, which made Jiang Xiaobai's two heroic sword eyebrows eager to squeeze together, one hand caressing his chest, the other hand covering his mouth, and running away like a desperate escape.

"I didn't expect a woman to stink like this!"

For a while, Jiang Xiaobai found that perhaps like the good and evil mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures, if people care about one of them very much, most of them will think that it should be so, and then they will ignore some other things that are very secret and important.

If Mo Qingxue knew that the smell emitted because he had achieved perfect pulp washing and eliminating impurities in his body had caused Jiang Xiaobai to have such thoughts, I don't know if he would knock Jiang Xiaobai a few chestnuts hard, making his shining head a few more bulges.

"Huh?"

Jiang Xiaobai suddenly felt as if his eyes were brightened, and he could see something he hadn't seen before, but he couldn't say exactly what he could see.

Call!

Like a gust of autumn wind, wrapped in fiery red maple leaves, some hot, some rough, rolling in.

"Hehe! Carefully experience the heat flow in the body, and keep it in mind!"

A seductive laugh came, and then there seemed to be a delicate touch on his back, and the heat flow like a spiritual snake came out of the trend, continuously burrowing into his body.

Jiang Xiaobai was stunned for a moment when he saw Mo Qingxue coming from the wind and fire, and then, his eyes were full of surprise, and before he could realize such a feeling in front of him, he only heard the seductive smile in his ears, and then, a hot current rushed into his body strongly, and it was brought from the simple to complex flow.

"Amitabha!"

Jiang Xiaobai slowly closed his eyes, and at the moment when his eyelids closed, his eyes seemed to turn into a clear pool, giving people a comfortable peace.

A woman in a fiery red dress stood behind a little monk stained with yellow mud, her bright red lips, like the slanting sun on the western crossing, and her lotus arms exposed to the air, exuding wisps of heat.

The little monk's face was sometimes delighted, sometimes frowned, and sometimes curious...... His expressions kept changing, and perhaps he never thought that so many expressions could appear on his face in such a short period of time.

......

The next day, the morning dew began to set.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, a fiery red figure flew out upside down in embarrassment, and with a bang, the dilapidated temple collapsed directly, and a pair of beautiful eyes with inexplicable emotions in the smoke and dust looked at Jiang Xiaobai who was constantly steaming in the white mist.