"Knock knock, knock knock", "Little monk, little monk, I'm here to listen to your story again, little monk".

With the sound of cicadas in the early morning, in the deep green mountains, a girl in a beautiful dress carefully tapped the weedy firewood with her right hand, and fanned her left hand like a fan in her ear, providing herself with some insignificant coolness. Between the eyebrows, full of seriousness, eyes full of expectation. This is a thatched hut on the mountainside, and the thatched hut is simply surrounded by firewood outside a small courtyard, and a firewood door is opened in the east and west, and the thatched hut sits south to north.

"Come on, little girl," there was a helpless response in the house, and the "crunch" door opened, and it was a teenager about ten ** who opened the door, no, it should be a monk, because of the three thousand troubles, all of them were gone. Dressed in a plain gray linen robe, the little bald head and the dew in the morning light reflected each other, one by one shining, the little monk retreated seriously, let the little girl in, looked at the sweat on her forehead, and handed her a puff fan, "What do you want to hear today, little girl......

"How many times have you said it, call me Xiu girl, Xiu girl, my name is Qixiu!" How did the little monk know that as soon as the words fell, the little girl was furious, her hands were crossed on her waist, and she glared at the little monk angrily, her little nose was straight, and a few freckles jumped with it, "Also, you are not Ye Wen, you are a little monk, a little monk, a little monk!" After speaking, he didn't care about the few drops of sweat that remained on his forehead, put the pu fan into the young man's arms, lifted the corner of the skirt and walked out of the door again, leaving a sentence" Do it again, do it again, if you change your lines again, I won't bring you Aunt Mei's braised pork for you next time!"

The corners of the young man's mouth twitched, he smiled awkwardly, his neck shrunk, he made an apologetic gesture, and looked at the pu fan in his hand, "Eh, it's good." "Reach out and close a makeshift door. "I am a strange man with a mental age of forty or fifty, do you have to come to play with the little girl..."That's right, this little monk with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes is a person who has traveled through two lives.

The young man, no, it should be the strange Shu Xiao, he waited for a while, but he didn't hear the knock on the door again, "Did you leave?" Or did you add an unusually small button to the door that didn't open for a long time, shouldn't it?" Ye Wen opened the door in surprise, looked at the little girl outside the door and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Chanting the scriptures, chanting the scriptures, can you concentrate a little. "Show girl" angrily gave Wei Shu a blow to the chestnut, her eyes were round, and her face was full of weakness, as if she was covering up something, but the corner of the rouge box exposed on the cuffs and a few covered pimples revealed her intentions, so it was, "Actually, you don't have to...", the little monk just wanted to say that you don't need to be like this, after all, there is no ugly girl in eighteen, and youth and vitality are the colors that you should have at your age, but the little girl with a blushing face was hurriedly interrupted, and was pushed into the door, and the door was closed again.

"Tsk, the little girl has also grown up, and she also knows how to dress up, and women are pleasing to themselves, hey. As if remembering something that he shouldn't have thought about, the young man folded his hands and said, "Well, sin, sin." "Quite a bit of the demeanor of a delicate little monk.

Then the young man in the chaimen raised his eyebrows helplessly, patted the top of his shiny head, smashed it and smashed his mouth, as if he was recalling some great food, and then sighed helplessly, forced to bow his head to the robber because of the food, no, it was under the skirt of a beautiful girl, as if there was nothing to be ashamed of, comforted himself for a while, looked down at the script lines that were forced to be written in his hand, and complained" Tofu greens every day, tofu greens every day, the mouth is about to fade out of the bird, and there is no braised pork to relieve it, I feel that I am about to grow greens on my bald head, don't you just play at home, it's not that I haven't done it in my previous life, besides, it's not that no one knows, in this deep mountain and old forest", after speaking, he began to read the lines "wholeheartedly" like an appointment.

"Contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep waves of paramita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and all sufferings are overcome, and the relics are not different from the color, the color is not different from the emptiness, the emptiness is the color, the color is the emptiness..."

"Knock Knock"

"Little monk, I'm here to listen to your story again, little monk, open the door, little monk. ”

"Crunch", opened the temporary firewood door, and put his hands together in a strange way, "Show girl, be polite." "Show girl" responded with her hands folded in a serious manner, "Let's go to the tree to tell a story again, little monk, little monk." The two of them found a big green tree in the courtyard at random, strange Shu millet, phew, the little monk sat down cross-legged at will, Qixiu took a small vest and sat down, with both hands on his cheeks, and his eyes were full of worship and admiration, so women are born actors.

"Heh, what do you want to hear today?"

"Heh, anything. ”

"Once upon a time there was an old monk, always patronized by thieves, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore, one day, the thief came again, he said to the thief, you put your hand through the crack in the door, I will give you what you want, the thief was very happy to hear this, so he gave birth to his hand through the crack in the door, who knew that the old monk grabbed her hand, tied it to the pillar, and then beat him with a stick, while beating him back, shouting, take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the law, take refuge in the Sangha! The thief was in pain, and helplessly shouted, take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the law, take refuge in the Sangha! This is the famous story of the three refuges in the Buddhist scriptures. (PS: Actually, I haven't always understood, as a thief, others tell you to put your hand in and stick it in, and whether you have your own professional cultivation.) ）

...

The story comes to an end.

"Taking refuge in the Buddha", the little girl seemed to bring herself into the role of Qixiu, her eyes began to glisten with tears, and she sobbed and said. "Take refuge in the Buddha," the little monk reluctantly followed.

"Convert to the law", "Convert to the law". "Take refuge in the Sangha", "Take refuge in the Sangha".

Take Refuge in the Show Girl", "Take Refuge in the Show Girl".

The stage play finally came to an end, and Ye Wen breathed a long sigh of relief, "This is much more difficult than having a meeting with a few cunning business tycoons, but I seem to have smelled the smell of braised pork." He smacked his lips and stood up straight, thinking about the strange Shu Huang but almost being frightened by a name.

"Xiao Qi, let's go eat roasted sweet potatoes!" Wei Shu left a drop of sweat on his forehead, "That, actually, my name is Ye Wen, and besides, Xiao Qi is the heroine in "Flying Immortals Outside the Sky". Ye Wen pulled his clothes, raised his head and raised his chest and abdomen, raised his hips, bent his arms, and made a thinker's posture, bulging muscles, and resolute face all reflected his masculine side, "She doesn't want to play "Flying Immortals Outside the Sky", right?"

Qixiu glanced at Ye Wen, boredly holding a piece of grass and teasing the ants on the ground, "It's almost time, I'm going back to learn female red." With a low voice, Ye Wen glanced at the little girl with a little pity, "Well, go ahead, there are some peach blossoms I picked in the front yard, you can take them back and make some peach blossom soup to treat yourself and Aunt Mei."

When Qixiu heard this, he quickly raised his head, his eyes were shining brightly, mixed with some expectations, he threw the grass roots in his hand, gave up torturing the ants, and didn't care about the skirt corner that was dragging on the ground, and ran towards the yard in front, "Okay." ”

"A father who doesn't even want to give your name is so happy to see him." Ye Wen put away the Mazha on the ground, patted the ash on his buttocks, and left lazily and staggeringly, leaving only the big tree behind him, which seemed to tell something in the wind.

With his legs crossed and his knees crossed, the middle fingers of both hands folded on the index fingers, hanging above his head, Ye Wen posed these weird poses in his room in his spare time, it is said that this set of postures was born from a certain animal, and long-term practice can enhance bone toughness, although, he thought about it for a long time and didn't come up with any animal that would have such a stupid hat action, but this said object is his father in this life, in line with the idea of practicing without loss, he has persisted for more than ten years, and the overall effect is also there, and some difficult actions can be done without stunts.

After half a moment in the room, Ye Wen estimated that the time was almost up, accepted this set of unknown bone exercises, walked out of the door, and sat down in front of the so-called "statue", "Tsk, it's really ruthless, you have come to see you cheekily for a few years, and you haven't said a word for a few years, and you don't even look at it, it seems that the Dharma is a lot more profound." The eyes of the "statue" opened, shaking off the cold dew on the eyelashes, the long eyebrows, the murderous eyes, and the cruel hooked nose were all refuting those four words, and the Dharma was profound.

"After playing the childish play, don't you hurry down the mountain, noon is almost here!" The shallow lips opened and closed, and after speaking, he closed his eyes, lifeless like a statue.

"Hey, without this childish play, I really don't know what I can do on this Wushan, I'm doing nothing!" Ye Wen has been looking for opportunities to talk back to this gloomy old monk for several years.

This mountain, Qixiu is not Qixiu, the monk is not a monk, the old monk does not chant the scriptures, the smell of blood spit out by opening his mouth only makes people sick, take refuge and take refuge, the world is big, my heart is small, where can I take refuge.

Ye Wen supported the ground with his right hand and stood up, but unexpectedly, one of his feet slipped and fell to the ground, highlighting a delicate body, but his self-proclaimed cheeky self was not embarrassed at all, and stood up again and left.

"It is a great honor to know that the master of my Buddha pays attention to our childish plays, master, I think it can always be compared to the interpretation in the Buddhist scriptures. Leaving in style, ignoring the mockery at the corner of the mouth of the old monk statue behind him, inferior acting skills!

"I said that I was cold-blooded and didn't admit it, but I still care about my daughter very much, and I don't die. Well, hearing that you care so much about your daughter, I really feel your father-daughter affection, and thank you, after all, my life and her life are tied together, hehe. Ye Wen was secretly worried about himself.

The sun gradually rose, Ye Wen worked hard for a long time and finally took two buckets of mountain spring water before noon and walked out of the mountain, looking up at the sky, well, it was noon, and his left foot had just taken a step towards the boundary of Wushan, impartial. Suddenly, there was a muffled hum in the mountains, the forest was quiet, the birds and insects did not sing, the trees were depressed by a section, the wind stopped instantly, the clouds above his head rolled, and a few lightning bolts fell, Ye Wen's ears "buzzed" and roared, dark red blood flowed out of his ears, his legs were instantly sore, and he was about to kneel to the ground, but Ye Wen had a straight leg and fell out of the ground stiffly.

The center of the old monk's forehead in the forest is connected to the heaven and the earth, his shoulders are slumped, his brows are frowned, the two hanging forehead eyebrows are almost connected into a straight line, his eyeballs are soaring, and the blood is vertical and horizontal, his face is as blue as a bronze vessel, and the sweat on his blue cheeks is like rain, and he flows down the bluestone under his body through his clothes, and drip into the ground along the ravine that seems to have existed since ancient times on the bluestone. The hooked nose snorted and snorted a faint red mist of blood, which lasted for a quarter of an hour before it relaxed.

"Hmph!" came from the woods, but no one heard it except for the frightened insects and birds.

"Damn, it's a step too late, and the old immortal can't bear it!" Ye Wen scolded and scolded, wiped the blood from his ears, and saw that half of the spring water that he had finally taken down was spilled, and scolded again. Putting down the flat burden on his shoulders and resting on the bluestone on the side of the road, the roar of his brain disappeared and eased down after a long time. Ye Wen patted his ass and stood up, poured two and a half buckets of water into a bucket, exhaled a long breath, put a bucket of water behind his back, and carried the flat shoulder along the avenue and shook away, "It's good to be a dark guard commander, you have to cultivate a quiet Zen, you want to come to this deep mountain and old forest to be a monk, or an ascetic, I don't know how many catties and taels I have, but I like to pull me up, and I should be a monk, eat and pray for Buddha with peace of mind, don't think about anything else, you are good, you want to kill people if you don't like your ears in three words." If the heart is quiet, the city can't make waves, the heart is not quiet, lying in the high coffin also wants blood to stain your hands, so impetuous, how can you see it. At least what you see in hell is a frying pan or something. After deliberately taunting, Ye Wen looked back.

The mountains, trees, birds, and wind behind him are all quiet, and there is no life at all, and the whole mountain world seems to be suppressing something, which makes people breathless.

"Damn, the old monk gave birth to the iron tree and blossomed, hahaha!" Seeing that there was no reaction, Ye Wen gradually became presumptuous.

"Hmph", a cold snort came from afar, and Ip Man stumbled,

"Damn, I know you can hear it!" Ye Wen ran away angrily.

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