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The hall of the Daxiong treasure is solemn, the Buddha statue is solemn and solemn, thousands of monks gather in the hall, one by one the face is pious, is concentrating on the morning class, the sound of chanting, endlessly.

However, while everyone was reciting the Dharma devoutly, a young monk with his head bowed and two smirks from time to time, apparently dozing off religiously.

His name is Xuanku, thirteen years old, the abbot's personal disciple, the old qualification of the Xuanzi generation, ten years of penance, but he has never been able to comprehend the true meaning of Buddhism, he has already given up cultivation, and is dedicated to being his sleeping Arhat, almost every morning class, he will sleep in the main hall.

For this reason, the abbot deliberately placed him in the front row, and even so, it could not stop his devotion to sleeping.

Thump!

Because he couldn't resist the temptation of the god of sleep, Xuan Ku fell to the ground, and instead of waking up, he curled up and slept more soundly, smiling and dreaming.

Boom!

Elder Jiehui, who was close to Xuan Ku and was in charge of knocking on the wooden fish, swung the extra-large wooden fish hammer in his hand to the side and skillfully knocked on Xuan Ku's head, causing the originally coherent wooden fish sound to change slightly.

"Which bastard beat me, ****** tired of it, even this manager dares to beat me? Don't you see that I'm chatting with beautiful women?" Xuan stood up bitterly, covered his head, and opened his mouth to scold.

The sound of wooden fish and chanting stopped abruptly, and the entire hall was suddenly silent.

Seeing Elder Jiehui with an angry face, Xuan Ku suddenly realized.

"Hehe, Elder, in fact, I, hehe......" Xuan Ku laughed embarrassedly, he actually dreamed that he had returned to his previous life and molested a female subordinate in the company, and his head was coldly beaten, it was normal to be angry, and that hammer was really painful.

"Go to bed in the morning class, speak ill words, no need to quibble, after the morning class, go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to copy ten volumes of scriptures, ten times in each volume. Elder Jiehui didn't even raise his eyelids and continued to beat the wooden fish.

Xuan Ku opened his mouth, or gave up resisting, in the past thirteen years, he has not known how many times he has been punished to copy scriptures, in just a few years, the collection of books in the Zangjing Pavilion has increased several times, this is all the credit of Xuan Ku, so that the disciples who were originally responsible for copying the scriptures were forced to change careers.

In the words of the elders, Xuan Ku has not been a worry-free child since he was a child, and he sleeps in the morning or something, all of which are pediatrics.

When he was three years old, he had convulsions in the middle of the night, singing loudly, the most dazzling national style, which scared a senior brother who was about to break through the bottleneck to wake up, causing the senior brother to reach the congenital realm two years late, until now, when the senior brother saw him, he took a detour.

At the age of five, he wiped his ass with a scripture, was beaten wildly, made his own live printing at the age of six, and ran to the abbot to invite merit, and was scolded and couldn't raise his head, and at the age of seven, he killed the only rooster used to tell the time in Tianjing Temple, and secretly made a chicken called Huaji in the barren mountains, but unfortunately he didn't eat it, and he was caught by the elders.

When he was ten years old, he was tired of copying scriptures, and when he was lying on the table and falling asleep, he accidentally knocked over the candle and lit more than a dozen scriptures in the corner of the table.

That time, he was punished to do coolies and picked up dung for half a month.

But when he was picking up the dung water, he caused trouble again, and the dung water dripped around the dung pit, so that the elder who came out of the middle of the night slipped and fell into the dung pit, until now, when the elder went to the thatched house, he would turn into a detective and look at the scene carefully, for fear of accidentally falling down again.

These are just the tip of the iceberg, and if he were to list the mistakes he had made, I am afraid that he would not be able to finish talking about them in three or five months.

The conscience of heaven and earth, in most cases, he is not a mischievous person, but he can't bear the hardships of Tianjing Temple, so he does things that these gods are angry about.

He's thirteen years old, and he's already at the age of masturbating, but now, he hasn't even found the object of his dreams, which is a great sadness as a normally developed man.

But the old abbot, knowing that he couldn't cultivate, still changed the law to force him to comprehend the Dharma, and deceived him by saying nonsense such as becoming a Buddha in an epiphany. But more than ten years have passed, and he has lost his confidence, and his daily cultivation has become the greatest torture for him.

At the end of the morning class, Xuan Ku, as usual, hurriedly finished his breakfast and walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion weakly, he was already exhausted before the work began.

Suddenly, Xuan Ku stopped, his eyes staring straight ahead.

Woman, woman!

In my lifetime, I was lucky enough to see women.

"It's been thirteen years, it's been thirteen years, Lao Tzu finally saw the woman, thank God, thank the Lord, thank God, thank the Buddha. Xuan Ku clasped his hands together, thanked the gods and goddesses with tears in his eyes, and didn't care about the corners of his mouth, he jumped out a few steps and rushed to the three women, staring at the few people in front of him with his eyes.

In addition to a few monks on the opposite side, there were also a few outsiders, six men and three women.

Among the three women, one is about thirty, gorgeously dressed and has a bewitching body, but Xuan Ku knows that the age of the monk cannot be judged by appearance, and this middle-aged woman may already be a hundred-year-old old woman.

The second is a little girl of similar age to Xuan Ku, who looks good, at a young age, her figure has begun to take shape, with a hint of charm between her eyebrows, she walks with three shakes of her hips, and her bewitching posture is enough to attract the attention of most men, but unfortunately Xuan Ku is not interested in this, and is afraid of green hat pressure.

The last one was sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in white like snow, with fluttering hair and a hint of playfulness between his eyebrows. Holding a long sword in her hand, with a suffocating beauty, with a heroic spirit, she seems to be a beautiful woman who came out of the martial arts world.

So beautiful!

I hadn't seen a woman's bitterness for thirteen years, so he was stunned there, and unconsciously, saliva dripped to the ground, until he heard a cold snort and saw a trace of anger in the girl's eyes, and then he came back to his senses.

The first time you meet, you leave a bad impression on each other, which is the worst start, if you change to an ordinary person, you will definitely dress up and pretend to be a decent gentleman.

But Xuan Ku is different, he has an advantage that other old perverts don't have, and the immature age of thirteen years old allows him to pretend to be tender and innocent to death.

"Oh my God, it's really a woman. Xuan Ku jumped and jumped, trembling with excitement, "I'm so big, it's the first time I've seen a woman, hehe, it's so good-looking." ”

Xuan Ku ran to the girl, up and down, left and right, and looked carefully, the horn at the corner of his mouth, even if he smelled the fragrance of chicken a few years ago, he had never been so overflowing.

"Xuanku, what are you doing?" a serious voice drank.

"Hey, Elder Jiehui, why are you here?" Xuan Ku scratched his bald head, "Hehe, I didn't see you just now." Although Xuan Ku was talking to Elder Jiehui, his thief eyes were always wandering on the girl.

"Monk, take care of your eyes. At this time, a young man stood between Xuan Ku and the girl, and although his tone was flat, it was full of anger.

"It's not cool, I don't dump you. Xuan Ku bypassed the other party, and his eyes still fell on the heroic girl.

"You ......"

"Xuan Ku, apologize to a few donors. Elder Jiehui scolded angrily.

"Amitabha. "Xuan Ku is helpless, he can only fold his hands," the little monk grew up in Tianjing Temple since he was a child, and he has never seen a woman. ”

"Especially this beauty, you are so beautiful. Xuan bitterly wiped the corners of his mouth and looked at the heroic girl with a flattering expression.