"Apprentice, how is your Soul Sutra cultivation?"

The sweeping monk silently looked at Shen Kun who was squatting in front of him, only to see this kid squatting on the threshold, with a big bald head, wearing a robe, and a shirt embroidered with a skull in the robe, a pair of tattered jeans, and the most annoying thing is that he also put his hands in his sleeves, holding half a cigarette butt in his mouth, and laughing kindly......

With the posture of this labor camp prisoner entering a small black house, people can't wait to take off their straw sandals stained with dog shit and beat him to death with the soles of his shoes!

"Master, let's not talk about the "Soul Sutra", I saw a Sanskrit Buddhist scripture in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion this morning, there are some things I don't understand, can you explain it to me?" Shen Kun was embarrassed to mention the "Soul Sutra", and deliberately changed the topic.

"Stop talking nonsense, answer honestly!" the sweeping monk frowned.

"Oh, Master, I just remembered that Master Zhiqing of Dharma Hall also asked the apprentice to help him sweep the floor, or ...... Let's talk about the "Soul Sutra" another day?" Shen Kun pretended to be suddenly enlightened, slapped his forehead, and was about to slip out when he stood up.

"Stop!" the sweeping monk's brows furrowed more and more, "There are nine layers of the Soul Sutra, which level have you cultivated?"

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Shen Kun lowered his head in resignation and stretched out a finger, "First, the first layer!"

"Then how many years have you been cultivating the Soul Sutra?" the sweeping monk stared at Shen Kun coldly.

"Two, twenty years......" Shen Kun's voice was even quieter.

"Twenty years, only to the first level, hmph, if the teacher is not mistaken, when you were three years old, you had already cultivated the "Soul Sutra" to the first layer with the help of the teacher, right?" The sweeping monk slapped Shen Kun's bald head fiercely, "Then what have you done in the past twenty years?

Syllable!

With a hot and sharp pain on his bald head, Shen Kun shrank his neck, and the thief stared at the door of the room, looking for an opportunity to escape......

This is the backyard meditation room of Shaolin Temple.

The sweeping monk is Shen Kun's master, and he has no name, because he swept the ground in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Shaolin Temple for an unknown amount of time, so he is called a sweeping monk.

And Shen Kun is an orphan picked up by the sweeping monk, a closed disciple, and he can be regarded as a sweeping monk in the Shaolin Temple.

Since the day he was picked up, the sweeping monk has been Shen Kun's adoptive father, and in Shen Kun's opinion, this adoptive father is good at everything, that is, ...... The brain is a little out of order!

For example, the sweeping monk once secretly told Shen Kun that he was not a mortal, but the human incarnation of the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth!

For another example, the monks of Shaolin Temple have the opportunity to learn seventy-two stunts, and Shen Kun swept the floor in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and there were many opportunities, but the sweeping monks were remote and did not allow him to practice any of the seventy-two stunts, and said that these things were all mortal things, and if they practiced, they could only delay Shen Kun's practice.

In order to make up for the lack of seventy-two stunts, he also passed on to Shen Kun a set of Buddhist mental methods, called "Soul Sutra".

The sweeping monk also said that this set of "Soul Sutra" is the practice of the king of Jizo to manage the hell yin soul, specifically restraining the soul, as long as Shen Kun cultivates to the extreme, he can inherit his throne and become a new generation of Jizo King Bodhisattva......

Isn't that nonsense, you say?

The most infuriating thing is that if the sweeping monk is really the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth, he casually performs one or two immortal methods, and Shen Kun will believe in his identity. But this old monk ...... Shen Kun's teeth itched when he thought about it! Whenever he asked his master to perform the immortal method and prove his identity, the sweeping monk smiled mysteriously, saying something, the Immortal Dharma, it should not be easily revealed in the mortal world! Disciple, don't doubt the identity of the teacher, work hard to cultivate the "Soul Sutra", and when you become the king of the earth, you will naturally be able to understand the mystery of the teacher's Dharma......

Something similar has happened for twenty years, and Shen Kun has to admit it no matter how unwilling he is - his master sweeping monk is actually a psychopath!

It was logical that Shen Kun didn't take the "Soul Sutra" to heart, the master asked him to practice with the front foot, and he threw the scripture in the toilet with the back foot......

In the past twenty years, Shen Kun has not learned a single move on the "Soul Sutra"!

......

Shen Kun couldn't find a chance to escape, so he simply lay on the ground alone, waiting for the master's lesson.

I don't know how many times a similar situation has happened, every once in a while, the sweeping monk has to check Shen Kun's cultivation progress, Shen Kun has not improved, and he will have to be beaten by a ring ruler!

But there seems to be some surprise today-Shen Kun waited for seven or eight minutes, but Master's ring ruler has not been knocked down!

Shen Kun turned his head cautiously, only to see the sweeping monk sitting cross-legged on the futon, his eyes closed, and two strings of tears on his cheeks.

"Master, do you have something sad?" Shen Kunqi said.

"Alas!" the sweeping monk suddenly sighed long, "Now that the matter is over, the teacher will tell you the truth!"

He endured his grief and said bitterly: "Yesterday, the Buddha sent a decree and ordered the teacher to select the heir to the throne of the king of Jizo as soon as possible, and then return to the Great Leiyin Temple to become a Buddha...... In a few moments, the teacher will return to the Western Heaven World, you and I are masters and apprentices, the fate is over!"

Return to the Celestial Realm?

It seems that Master is sick again......

Thinking of the psychiatrist's instructions - not to contradict the mentally ill, Shen Kun smiled and said according to the master's meaning: "Oh, then congratulations to the master, I can finally go back to the heavenly realm to enjoy happiness!"

"Returning to become a Buddha is indeed a blessing, but the teacher can't bear you as a criminal!"

The old monk sighed and said: "In the past 20 years, you have been like a master like a father, like a disciple like a son! I originally planned to help you complete the cultivation of the Soul Sutra in these 20 years, so that as a teacher, you will return to the heavenly realm to become a Buddha, and you will also have the ability to inherit the throne of the King of Jizo and become the supreme of the eighteen layers of hell...... It's a pity that you have been unwilling to work hard, and the "Soul Sutra" has only been cultivated to the first level! With this cultivation, you will not be able to become the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth, and you are not even qualified to fly to the heavenly realm as a teacher!"

"Then it doesn't matter, Master, you go first, the apprentice will continue to work hard to cultivate the Soul Sutra in the world!

Shen Kun smiled and said nonsense, but his heart was calculating, neuropathic patients can't be stimulated, so the poor monk will first say a few words of nonsense according to the master's wishes, and wait a minute, take him to see a doctor!

"Oh?" Listening to Shen Kun's words, the sweeping monk's eyes lit up, "Even after the teacher leaves, are you willing to work hard to cultivate the Soul Sutra?"

"Look at what you said, Master, if nothing else, just to be a new generation of Jizo King, to reunite with you in the Heavenly Realm, you have to work hard to cultivate!" Shen Kun looked sincere, and said extremely sincerely.

"Good, good, good!

The sweeping monk was overjoyed, and suddenly became sad, "Oh, the "Soul Sutra" is an exercise for the teacher to restrain the yin soul of the underworld, and if you want to complete your cultivation, you must have more contact with the yin soul. But now that the world is prosperous and peaceful, where are there many Yin Souls in the world for you to cultivate? If you can't cultivate the Soul Sutra, how can you fly to the heavenly realm and inherit the mantle of being a teacher?"

"Isn't this easy to do?" Shen Kun couldn't stand Master's neurotic posture a little, and pouted: "Your old man is the King of Jizo and has great magical powers, why don't you send me to a place with many ghosts before you leave, and help me cultivate!"

"Wonderful!" The sweeping monk's eyes lit up, and he asked urgently: "Apprentice, if the teacher really sends you to a place with many ghosts......

"As long as you can send me there, I will definitely work hard to cultivate the Soul Sutra!" Shen Kun said categorically.

He just wanted to end this unnutritious conversation as soon as possible, lest he be heard and think that he was also insane. But I didn't think that when I heard Shen Kun say so emotionally, the sweeping monk laughed, "Good, good! It's not in vain to cultivate you for twenty years! Shen Kun, stand up, I'll send you to the place where there are many ghosts!"

Shen Kun stood up nonchalantly.

"My Buddha is merciful!disciple, I wish the king of Jizo, send Shen Kun to it!"

Suddenly, the voice of the sweeping monk was like Hong Zhong Dalu, Shen Kun turned his head to look, only to see the sweeping monk's white beard fluttering, the Buddha light on his body, and the robe hunting, especially behind him, there was really a Dharma appearance of the king of Jizo, and his appearance was exactly the same as the Bodhisattva of the king of Jizo on the portrait!

"Master, you, are you really the King of Jizo?"

Shen Kun seemed to have been struck by a thunderbolt!

"As a teacher, he is naturally the King of Jizo, the supreme of the eighteen layers of hell, the Great Wish, the King of Jizo!"

The sweeping monk slapped his palms out, hitting Shen Kun's back, and said with a face full of relief: "Apprentice, go, go, go! When you arrive at the place where there are many ghosts, you must cultivate diligently...... Go, when you are done, I will entrust you with the throne of the king of Jizo as a teacher...... One day, the eighteen-story underworld will respect you, and you will be free in the heavens and on the earth, even if it is full of gods and Buddhas, you will have to sell you three points of thin noodles!

Shen Kun was dumbfounded, "Master, your grandmother is really the ?? of the King of Jizo";