After running wildly in the winding and rugged mountains for a few hours, Da Chun could no longer hold on to the continuous consumption, gently put the second egg on a stone, and went to pick some wild fruits that he couldn't name, threw a few to the second egg, and sat there and chewed it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Erdan just held the wild fruit in his hand, was stunned, and asked, "Brother, we have all traveled so far, do you think the master can find us?"

Da Chun leaned his back against the tree, his face was a little pale from exhaustion, and replied firmly, "Yes." ”

The two of them, who both knew the answer to this matter, tacitly chose to deceive each other, and even deceive themselves.

Da Chun can hear the conversation between the previous masters that the younger brother of Erdan must have an extremely prominent background. After arriving in Jingzhou City, Hua Yunfei's attitude towards Master E and Erdan strengthened his thoughts.

Can you call the three words "general" casually?

At least the generals of the third rank or above who lead tens of thousands of troops are qualified.

The four major dynasties are all Chongwen and depreciating martial arts, and the second-grade military generals are already the limit, and they are climbing one step up, that is, the ministers of the feudal kings and marquises.

At the age of six, Da Chun was familiar with those court ranks.

And judging from Master E's attitude towards Master Du, it seems that the old man who has no power to restrain the chicken seems to be above the general, otherwise the old man can be reprimanded every day? Specifically, what terrifying high position did he hold when he was young, Dachun didn't ask, and he didn't care, as long as he knew that those two were the old men who raised him and the benefactors who saved his life, this was enough.

Since yesterday, the monstrous beast of fate has begun to emerge, and it will definitely not be able to live a quiet and peaceful life in Loujia Village in the future.

"Erdan, have you rested, does the wound on your back still hurt?" Dachun ate a dozen wild fruits, relieved himself a little, and prepared to go on the road again.

Erdan didn't eat any wild fruits, shook his head, and signaled that it was okay.

The cold power of the Yin Yin Gong only made him feel uncomfortable when he was just embedded in his back, and then that strength was like a grasshopper after the autumn jumped a few times, and now it was completely imperceptible.

Seeing that his face was as usual, Da Chun put his mind at ease, took the remaining wild fruit into his arms, carried him on his back, and ran in the southwest direction again.

The restless second egg lay on his brother's back, wide and warm, as if this was the place he could rely on the most in the world.

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Fukato Temple.

Hidden in the deep mountains and valleys, there are not many villagers nearby, and it is far from being as prosperous as the Pushan Temple in Jingzhou City.

The temple is not large, with only a few wings and a slightly more visible main hall.

The oil lamp in the hall is bright, one in the middle of the hall is Shakyamuni Buddha, the left is the medicine master glazed light Buddha of the oriental glazed world, the right is the Amitabha Buddha of the western blissful world, although the gold paint of the Buddha statue has peeled off, but the face of the Buddha statue is still kind, so that people can look at it and pay respect.

In this solemn hall full of Buddhist gates, there is a pot of steaming meat!

The initiator who should have gone to hell has seen it, it is the thin old monk in Pushan Temple and the little monk named Wujiao.

The thin old monk added a handful of firewood to the fire under the pot, smelled the aroma of the stewed meat, looked intoxicated, and smiled at the little monk who swallowed saliva on the opposite side: "Senior brother, is the wild boar meat fragrant?"

The little monk didn't really want to answer this question, and bowed his head as a default.

The old monk took a spoon and scooped the broth into his mouth and smashed it a few times, and said with emotion: "Wild boars can't eat too big, wild boars over 100 catties have too much toughness, less fat, too dry, and stuffed teeth." This wild boar is more than 500 catties, and it can only barely be eaten, which is not a rare game. ”

Wuzai still didn't answer.

The old monk smiled and asked, "Senior brother, do you think that it is very disrespectful for senior brother to kill and stew meat in front of the Buddha?"

The little monk folded his hands together and replied earnestly: "This wild boar has ruined the villagers' houses, harmed the livestock raised, and killed three villagers, which is really a great sin. Senior brother hunted him down, and it is also a great merit for me not to go to hell and for whoever goes to hell. There is no Buddha in the mouth, but there is a Buddha in the heart. ”

The old monk laughed and said: "There is no Buddha in the mouth and there is a Buddha in the heart, and the antelope of this sycophant is comfortable." At the beginning, the master said that you were born with Buddha nature, but I didn't believe it, but now it seems that the old master still has a discerning eye. ”

The little monk thought of the kind and kind master, and his expression was a little gloomy.

The old monk suddenly said solemnly: "The master is a Buddhist saint, and I am far from being able to compare with his realm, not to mention your second senior brother, who has killed too many sins when he was young, and he has not been able to realize a little bit of the true meaning of Buddhism when he is old." The three of us senior brothers are also the highest in your Buddha nature, and this burden will be placed on your shoulders in the future. ”

The little monk seemed to have heard something extremely terrifying, his expression was a little flustered, and he waved his hand again and again.

The old monk no longer embarrassed him, pointed to the pork in the pot and said with a smile: "Senior brother, you have never touched meat in your life, do you want to taste it?"

The little monk took a few steps back as if he had encountered a snake and scorpion.

The old monk sighed: "Keep the precepts wholeheartedly, take the precepts as a teacher, because the precepts are fixed, and because of the precepts, wisdom is born." Senior brother is not a Buddhist master, just a greedy old monk. When I was young, I felt that the wine and meat passed through the heart of the Buddha, but those words were said to others, and I understood in my heart that it was purely impossible to control my mouth, and there was not so much truth. It's a bit like wanting to be a **** and want to set up a chastity archway, isn't it?"

The little monk blushed a little when he heard the woman's topic, and rubbed the corners of his clothes at a loss.

Seeing his appearance, the old monk laughed: "Are you so afraid of women? Senior brother didn't tell you that the woman under the mountain is a tiger, right?"

The little monk whispered, "The second senior brother said it. ”

The old monk said with a playful smile: "He was injured by a beautiful woman when he was young, so he has palpitations. No catastrophe, do you know why there are rumors in the rivers and lakes that monks, Taoist priests, and women can't be messed with?"

The little monk scratched his bare head and shook his head.

The old monk explained: "In addition to those mysterious exercises, not to mention, the second is because the monk is a monk, as soon as he enters the empty door, he has no worries, and he carries a head on his shoulders. As for the Taoist priests, it is roughly the same. But women......" The old monk paused.

The little monk aroused interest and asked expectantly, "Why?"

The old monk looked at him and said heavily: "A ruthless woman is often more terrible than a man who doesn't want to die. ”

Hearing the senior brother's "warning", the little monk was clever, and secretly told himself in his heart that he should never have anything to do with women in the future, even if he ate meat and drank wine, it was better than staying with women.

Looking at the handsome face with red lips and white teeth, the old monk muttered: "I'm afraid that if you don't mess with women, women will come to mess with you......"

The aroma of pork in the pot was already mellow and diffuse, and the old monk was just about to catch it up and feast on it, when he suddenly frowned at the door and said, "There are still people entering the temple so late?" ”

Wuzai agreed, trotted to the door, opened the bolt, and saw two panting teenagers, the shorter one of them was a little familiar, as if he was raising his fist to scare him in Pushan Temple, and the guy who stole the Moyu chess pieces.

Look at each other.

"Is that you?"

"How are you!"