In the early morning, the golden crow circles the mountain, gilding the mountains with a layer of golden glow.

In early autumn, dew has already formed on the leaves of Mt. Shomuro.

The mountain fog is kind, the dew drops are mellow, the birds are singing and the mountains are secluded, which has a unique flavor.

"The cicada noise forest is quiet, and the birdsong mountain is more secluded. Master, Shaomuro Mountain is worthy of being born, and every inch and feather are contaminated with Buddha rhyme. ”

Mu Yi was very relaxed, he concluded that Shaolin would not kill him, at most he asked to join Shaolin, and he did not resist this.

The culture of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism has been passed down for thousands of years, and its essence is worth learning.

According to the plan, he can live in the Tianlong World for several years, in addition to laying the foundation of martial arts, wouldn't it be good to learn more culture?

And, one of the three protagonists, the number thief Xuzhu is also in Shaolin Temple.

The martial arts of the Carefree School is the ceiling of the Heavenly Dragon.

Shaolin lays the foundation and increases the foundation; Raise the upper limit and strengthen the means; There is also the world's first point next to it.

As long as you think about this kind of opportunity, Mu Yi's heart is bubbling with beauty, of course, he feels beautiful when he sees everything.

"Amitabha, the little donor really has a relationship with the Buddha, if you like Shaomu Mountain, the little donor can live here for a long time."

The old monk said with a smile on his face, looking at Mu Yi's eyes, with endless appreciation.

"Then disturb me." Mu Yi folded his hands and directly agreed.

"Mu Yi boy, are you lacking in heart, this old monk wants you to become a monk, don't you understand?" Xiao Yuanshan, who has been a quail since he was beaten by the sweeping monk, couldn't help but say out loud.

Of course, he didn't care if Mu Yi didn't leave home, but he was afraid that if he bought one and got one free, he would be forced to leave the house.

He Xiao Yuanshan has not avenged his revenge, and his hatred has not snowed, but he can't do the four major empty.

"Isn't it good to be a monk?" Mu Yi clasped his hands together, his face was full of gods, and said to Xiao Yuanshan: "Mr. Xiao, Buddhism has been inherited for thousands of years, and its heritage and cultural essence are not worth learning from?" ”

"That's not what the old man meant!"

Xiao Yuanshan was anxious, and in front of the monks, he said that Buddhism was not good, but it didn't mean that the monk scolded the bald man!

If it was before today, Xiao Yuanshan would definitely look down on Buddhism, and even ran to the Daxiong Treasure Hall and dared to pee on the golden body of the Buddha.

But now, pride is coldly photographed by the sea of reality......

"What do you mean, old gentleman?"

Mu Yike remembered the grudge, he would not forget that this old Mr. Xiao turned his face after the transaction and wanted to kill him.

Now if you can pit a handful, you can pit a pit, and you will be charged interest.

"This little deflated calf, it's bad!"

Xiao Yuanshan looked at Mu Yi, who was full of saints and was more like a monk than the monk next to him, and his teeth itched with hatred in his heart, but he had to explain.

"What the old man means is that you are still young, you have not passed on the ancestry, you have three unfilial pieties, and you have no queen, you have become a monk like this, have you ever considered the feelings of Lingzun Lingci?"

"Oh, that's right."

"That's it, the old man is just thinking about you, after all, you are my son's sworn brother, and you don't mean to look down on Buddhism."

Xiao Yuanshan has a great desire to survive.

"Mr. Xiao, as the saying goes, my parents are here, not far away, since I ran from Dali to Henan, it means that my parents are not here, I am alone, and I have nothing to worry about."

"You ......"

Xiao Yuanshan was speechless. And the sweeping monk looked at Mu Yi and Xiao Yuanshan with a smile, intriguing and arguing, with a detached attitude.

Facing the rising sun, the three of them soon came to the gate of Shaolin Temple.

Yellow walls and red tiles, vermilion gates. The bell is long, the chime is curling, the sandalwood is fragrant, and it is a fairy Buddha dojo!

The sweeping monk has lived in seclusion for decades, and even Shaolin only knows that there is an old monk sweeping the floor in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and he does not know his name and name.

The sweeping monk took Xiao Yuanshan, Mu Yi, an old man and a young man to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and none of the monks in the past greeted him.

Even his eyes were more at Mu Yi, who was carrying a sword, and Xiao Yuanshan, who was carrying a large package and had a fierce face.

In the early morning, it is the time when the abbot leads the monks and disciples of the true tradition to do morning classes in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, so there are no pilgrims.

Mu Yi and the three of them walked into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, which was extremely abrupt.

The chanting faded away, and all the monks opened their eyes and looked at the three of them.

Abbot Xuanci's gaze turned around on the three of them, and finally fell on Xiao Yuanshan, and said: "Your guests are coming, I Shaolin is overjoyed, the two donors, it is now the morning class time of this temple, I can't get up to entertain, look at Haihan!" ”

Xiao Yuanshan's eyes showed a fierce light, staring at Xuan Ci, but the sweeping monk was on the side, and he didn't dare to be presumptuous.

And the sweeping monk looked like a wanderer, so Mu Yi had to make a Buddhist ritual to Xuan Ci, and said: "Uninvited, we are already rude, how dare you disturb the monks to do morning classes?" Abbot, can I wait for the hearing? ”

"If the donor wants to hear the Dharma, he has nothing to do, please!" Xuan Ci nodded, made a gesture of invitation to the three of them, and then closed his eyes and continued to explain the Buddhist scriptures.

"Buddhism really has its merits."

Listening carefully, Mu Yi was enlightened. In fact, he knew very early on that the world, especially the world without gods and demons, has a shining point in all cultures that can be handed down.

Although Buddhism has a bad reputation in modern times, there are many believers, why? In addition to being driven by the desires of the human heart, it is the Dharma that enlightens and cleanses the mind.

Half an hour later, the morning class ended, and Mu Yi also came back to his senses from his inner self-analysis.

As soon as Mu Yi opened his eyes, he saw Xuan Ci walking over with a group of high-level Shaolin officials.

"Amitabha, donor, can you have enlightenment?" Xuan Ci asked with a smile.

"Amitabha." Mu Yi returned the salute and said, "I have indeed gained, thank you to the abbot and all the masters." ”

Xuan Ci nodded, then looked at Xiao Yuanshan, and said suspiciously: "The donor has a grudge against the poor monk?" ”

"Don't ......" Xiao Yuanshan gritted his teeth.

"Abbot, let's talk in the guest hall, it's inconvenient here." The sweeping monk interrupted.

Xuan Ci glanced at the sweeping monk, agreed, and said, "Two donors, please!" ”

In the reception hall, everyone sat down, and through Xiao Yuanshan's half of the sentence and his eyes when he looked at Xuan Ci, the high-level Shaolin also knew that Xiao Yuanshan was not good, so they were not so enthusiastic.

Mu Yi saw that the atmosphere was solemn, for fear that the sweeping monk would not be able to save face, so he first opened his mouth and said: "Master, abbot, I have been on the road all night, and my stomach is empty, can I have some food to fill my stomach?" ”

"Naturally." Xuanci is an old man, of course he saw that Mu Yi and Xiao Yuanshan were not in the same group, he was very kind to Mu Yi, and turned to a fat monk and said, "Senior Brother Xuandu, please go get some food." ”

"Yes, Abbot."

The fat monk Xuandu was just about to leave, but was stopped by the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk said to Mu Yi: "Little donor, the monks don't speak, you ate tiger meat all night last night, are you still hungry?" ”

“……”

Mu Yi was speechless, is the old monk so sincere? I'm adjusting the atmosphere, okay?

"Master, my generation of martial artists already eats a lot, not to mention that I had a fight with Mr. Xiao last night, and I was really a little hungry." Mu Yi sneered.

His words were also said after careful consideration. The first is to save face, and the second is to make a stand to the high-level Shaolin officials, Xiao Yuanshan and I are not in the same group, and if we fight later, don't bring me.

As the abbot, Xuan Ci often received officials of the Great Song Dynasty, of course he understood the meaning of Mu Yi's words, so he said to Xuan Du: "Senior brother, the etiquette cannot be abolished, the arrival of the distinguished guest, I have not waited to greet it, it is rude, how can I still make the distinguished guest hungry." ”

"Master Xiao, return the things to the abbot." When the sweeping monk saw Xuan Ci say this, he couldn't help but shake his head, thinking so much in his heart, how could he cultivate Buddhism?

"Here you go!"

In public, Xiao Yuanshan didn't dare to do it, and he wouldn't do it, because that was the way to die.

But it's even more impossible for him to give Xuan Ci a good face!

He directly rose up and threw the package at Xuan Ci.

"You!"

The high-level Shaolin officials were furious, and they rolled up their sleeves and were about to beat Xiao Yuanshan in groups, at this moment.

"Amitabha!"

The light of the Buddha suddenly appeared, and the majestic internal force like the sea gushed out, filling the entire temple!

In an instant, everyone present was like carrying a thousand pounds of heavy objects, and their waists couldn't stand up, and the package was directly pressed to the ground!

The internal force was reaped as soon as it bloomed, but it scared Xuan Ci and the others enough.

Xuan Ci exhaled and asked in awe, "Dare to ask the Divine Monk's number?" ”

"I can't remember." The sweeping monk said slowly: "I only remember that I entered the Shaolin Temple more than forty years ago. ”

"More than forty years ago?! Are you a Lingzi? Xuan Ci was surprised and delighted, and hurriedly led the Shaolin high-level to salute the sweeping monk: "I've seen Uncle Shi!" ”

At this time, Xuan Ci's mood was very complicated, he was a dignified abbot, and suddenly there was an elder on his head, and he was really uncomfortable; But the internal cultivation of sweeping monks is too terrifying, Shaolin has such a great god in charge, who is the enemy? This position of the leader of the martial arts must be his!

"Get up, the old monk is just a sweeping monk, and he can't afford to be a big gift from you." The sweeping monk waved his hand and said.

Then, he pointed to the package on the ground and said, "In this package, it is the martial arts secret book that Master Xiao stole from the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, you can order it, and besides, don't pursue this matter." ”

"Stealing cheats?"

Xuan Ci and the others glanced at Xiao Yuanshan hatefully, but because of the martial arts of the sweeping monk, they didn't dare to refute, so they could only reluctantly agree: "Yes, uncle." ”

The sweeping monk saw Xuan Ci's dissatisfaction, so he said: "Amitabha, everything has a reason, abbot, the grievances between you and Xiao Lao's benefactor will be settled one day." ”

This sentence is also very meaningful, and Abbot Xuanci understood, so he didn't say anything more, but commanded the first seat of the Dharma Academy to count the cheats.

Xiao Yuanshan also understood, his hatred for the sweeping monk was less, and his eyes were no longer so hideous.

As for Mu Yi, he has been eating melons all the time, and in the golden book, there are all loves, and no one is wronged.

In the Tianlong world, between the protagonists, supporting characters, Shaolin, Xiaoyao, Dali, Song, Liao, and Tubo, all kinds of grievances and hatreds are like a mess, and they can't be sorted out.

He is an outsider, of course, he just chooses to watch the play, and if he participates, it is estimated that both sides will not be pleased.

However, Mu Yi wanted to watch the play, but the sweeping monk would not let him be idle, and the sweeping monk introduced to Xuan Ci: "This little benefactor is called Mu Yi, and he is a Buddha-natured. ”

"There is no one under the sword?" Xuan Ci asked with some surprise. The news of Shaolin Temple is extremely well-informed, and of course they know Mu Yi's name and deeds.

"Young heroes don't dare to be." Mu Yi said very modestly: "As long as the masters don't think that Xiao Ke is too ruthless." ”

"Amitabha, the young man killed bandits and strongmen, eliminated harm for the people, and benefited many people, how can you say that you are cruel?" Xuan Ci said.

"Thank you Abbot for your understanding." Mu Yi saluted and thanked him, and then said, "Abbot, masters, I want to stay in Shaolin to practice, can I?" ”

Xuan Ci was not surprised, because the sweeping monk had said before that Mu Yi had Buddha nature, and if he couldn't hear the underlying meaning, then he would be too derelict as an abbot.

Xuan Ci didn't refuse, but just said: "Master Mu, the Buddha is destined to be a person." ”

"Thank you."