The treasure vase passed from the lower courtyard, went around in a circle, passed by the gate of Ranzhan Courtyard, saw that there was no one around, a letter shot into the crack of the door, and then silently recited the Lotus Sutra in his heart and walked towards the Bodhi Monastery, stomped, the envelope was tied to the wheel in the courtyard, cut off the hemp rope on the wheel, the wheel turned, and the bucket fell into the well with a bang.

Suddenly, Ran Zhan, who was dressed in single clothes, pushed open the door and came out, looked at the general cowhide envelope in the lower courtyard of the King Kong Gate tied on the wheel, stretched out his hand to pull it off, opened the letter, and saw that there was still a small handmade letterhead, which was written by Zhou Xiang and lightly opened, not daring to slack off, spread out the letter next to the small letterhead and saw that the handwriting was beautiful and the content was terrifying, he hurriedly stuffed the letter back into the letterhead, and hurried back to the house.

Half an hour later, four pack horses carried him and his three old brothers out of the west gate of Sushan County towards the Broken Head Mountains.

He didn't know what Bai Yunzi and Huang Zhiyu did in the book, he only knew that when he woke up today, there was a faint voice shouting at him in his heart, and he often recited the Three True Sutras in his heart, and his body was not afraid of the shadow.

He crossed the high threshold of the monk's room, which was covered with wooden counters, and the outward side was a glass mirror, and the counter was full of Buddhist scriptures, prayer beads, wooden fish, demon pestles, bowls, Dharma bells and other things, a big fat monk lay on the bamboo chair on the counter and shook the pu fan in his hand, saw the treasure bottle come in, drove away the mosquitoes, and said:

"Novices can't be paired with great virtues and monks, just prayer beads and wooden fish."

The treasure bottle searched the money bag on his body, walked to the counter full of rosaries, looked at the switch rosary that cost more than ten or twenty taels of silver at every turn, swallowed his saliva, and walked straight to the dozen or so simple old elm primary-colored prayer beads placed in the corner, and counted out sixty-six words from the money bag and put them on the counter.

The big fat monk got up and walked over to grab the money, yawned, bent down and took out a handful of primary-colored prayer beads from under the counter, distinguished them twice, took out a string and handed it to him.

"Cultivate eighty-eight ginseng beads first, if you can open the light in the future, I will buy it back here, and I will definitely give you a fair price."

The vase salutes, the monk returned the salute, saw him holding the rosary, one by one and turned away, but his heart was sneering, the monks in this temple are scarce, and there is no one who can understand the Dharma.

The fat monk has limited comprehension and poor bones, and he relies on relatives to help him barely enter the product, but the apprentice's salary is not enough for him to spend, so he can only rely on the relationship to find a job to supplement the family, and he has spent twelve cold and summer here, and he has never seen the Buddha appear, but he has seen more flies and dogs, and he has been abducted.

The little novice in front of him bought a string of the most ordinary elm primary-color Buddha beads, I don't know which fool he was going to deceive?

The vase left the monastery room with the speed of reciting the Lotus Sutra in his heart, and went out to meet a large group of novices who had returned from rest, and some people who knew him pointed at him and said:

"It's that fool who practiced closed-mouth meditation, tsk, and made a string of Buddhist beads to pretend to be a monk, I really think he is a great monk."

"Don't say a word, that kid is a good little arhat, be careful of being plucked out by his black tiger."

"Cut, then I'll wash his face with a white tiger and take him straight to the door!"

"As long as you still wash your face with a white tiger, I think it's almost like a yellow dog peeing!"

"Hey, look at the fight!"

In a crowd of frolicking novices, the treasure bottle with delicate faces, steady steps, and well-proportioned breathing was so dazzling, the female walkers in green robes cast concerned eyes at him, and a few girls who didn't know anything shrank behind a vermilion lacquer dragon under the corridor and whispered:

"It looks really good, and if it's a monk's companion, it's a beautiful thing."

"It's a good thing, Senior Sister Xiao of Jixian Pavilion has been staring at him for four days, and she also sent a message, she doesn't touch it, and others are not allowed to touch it."

"Why, his understanding is not high, at most he will be a foreign martial arts fighter in the future, Senior Sister Xiao is already a seven-grade master, how can she look down on him?"

"You don't understand this, it is said that the boy chicken who has cultivated to a certain level of external strength, the head soup can increase the cultivation of internal masters."

“...... Senior Sister Xiao didn't practice some evil outside the ......"

"Shhhh

A few little girls immediately stopped, Yuan Xing who came over was dressed in a cyan suit, walking like the wind, with a hint of rebellion on the plate of her handsome little face, and a blood-colored lotus flower in the center of her eyebrows, corrected a little charming, she was carrying the sword given by the master behind her back, and the delicate jade pendant given by Hongyu was hung on her waist, and her body exuded a good smell of white orchid fragrance, followed by two female followers who were slightly inferior in appearance, and after walking past the girls who chewed the root of the tongue, she stopped, looking at the Buddha beads in her hand from a distance, A treasure vase dressed in a black monk's robe slowly stepped up the stone steps of the Daxiong Treasure Hall step by step.

In that group of small novices who can't clean their noses, the lonely treasure bottle is like a maverick like a green lotus that is not stained by mud, Yuan Xing's eyesight is excellent, and after seeing the vase's red lips and white teeth, and its unusual appearance, he took a slight breath of cool air, his heart fluttered and skipped two beats, and he reached out to hold the big red pillar in the corridor, and his eyes were a little unable to pull out of the slowly walking figure of the treasure bottle.

"Miss, don't look at it, it's not good for the young master to know."

"Don't speak out!"

"Yes."

Yuan Xing's white upper row of shell teeth bit her lower lip fiercely, patted the vermilion lacquer pillar, and led the two followers away, and a group of gossip girls immediately sneered and gossiped:

"I used to say that I would kick it, but now it's okay, and I can't eat pantothenic acid."

"A cheap seed is a cheap seed, and marrying a treasure elephant can't get rid of the family background of the dung bucket mother-in-law."

"Che, why did you think she was so stupid in the first place?"

"A flower is blind!"

"Not only is he blind, but he was also slept by that ugly ghost of Baoxiang."

"Damn, no, how old are they, they can sleep in one bed."

"Let me tell you, I heard that this flower is very precocious, and it is already as ...... as steamed buns."

The vase counted the rosary into the main hall, before the morning class began, he sat cross-legged on a futon in the corner, silently reciting the Lotus Sutra in his heart, Hongxu came in with a pile of scriptures, saw him sitting on the futon with his eyes closed, counting the rosary in his hand rhythmically, the corners of his mouth did not move, but looking at his line, Hongxu's eyes lit up, this is the state of silent recitation of Buddhist scriptures that the disciples of the Buddha will enter, it can be seen that this son of Buddha is resolute, and in the long run, he will be a generation of Buddhist monks in the future.

Today's morning class is about the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, but there is no light point to rush to, as if the Heart Sutra in Hongxu's mouth is a pseudo-Sutra, although it sounds like every word, quite profound, but the more you listen to it, the more you frown the three golden Buddhas in the vase book, as if this Heart Sutra is missing words, listen to the ear, it is incoherent, ambiguous, and even distorted the Buddha's meaning, the three Buddha statues shook their heads when they heard it, and the vase did not care about it, but only silently recited the Lotus Sutra by themselves, and still maintained a focused smile on their faces, as if they understood the mind.

After the morning class, he went to Wuguantang for breakfast, and the treasure bottle came to the novice position with his own food, and the treasure book who was familiar with him was still sitting beside him, chewing steamed buns, and whispered to him:

"Baoguan was beaten this morning, I know that you and him are good friends, but Senior Brother Baoshan is too powerful, I advise you not to provoke him."

The treasure bottle eyebrows trembled, looking towards the gray-robed monk, his eyesight is superhuman, a group of gray-robed monks who eat meat really did not see Li Yongqiang's figure, but a few monks with a full face of meat looked at him, his mouth was not dry and unclean, his eyes were playful and evil, the treasure bottle looked at them, buried his head in nibbling on the steamed bun, after three or two gnaws, he got up to clean up the rice plate, just walked to the edge of the hand purification pool, a gray-robed monk also came over, threw down the rice plate, and the stirred water splashed the treasure bottle.

"After the evening class, we still have to play the crown, if you don't accept it, you can come to the Houshan bamboo forest after the evening class, oh, you practice closed-mouth meditation, take the road of Monk Wen, then I think you should not come, so as not to be beaten and cry to find your monk Master Wen to complain."

The man put down his words, turned around and left, and washed the rice plate without saying a word, and by the way, he also washed the rice plate that the person had left behind, and packed up the tableware under the sympathetic gaze of the governor next to him, and said goodbye to the governor, who saw that he was handsome and knew the etiquette, and could not bear to remind him loudly:

"Don't go, they are all in the product, there are many people, you will be damaged by them if you go."

The vase looked at the governor with a worried face, and then gave a salute, and with a comforting smile on his face, he walked out of the Wuguan Hall, as soon as he came out of the hall, his steps accelerated, and the rosary in his hand became faster and faster, within fifteen breaths, he came to the meditation room where Li Yongqiang lived, the gray-robed monk was a martial artist, and the houses were all separate, although they were small, but they were all complete.

He walked to the window lattice, put his feet and looked in, but saw Li Yongqiang lying on the bed, his forehead and left forearm were wrapped in gauze, and the stone was holding a bowl of gruel, blowing to feed him, and kept complaining about him:

"How many times have I seen you, the gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late, you want to go and Baoshan to get angry, what's the matter, people beat you in the name of learning, you are invincible with two fists and four hands, this future days, it's difficult."

"So what? I don't believe they can crush me for the rest of my life! ”

"If you don't listen to what you say, how much more will you suffer? Let me tell you, those people have a lot of poisonous methods, and when the time comes, they will find an excuse to throw you into the Qinling Mountains, and your more than 200 catties are not enough for the demon beasts to gnaw. ”

"I don't accept it, I just don't accept it, Baoshan can kill Yao Hong, why can't I kill him? Competition, what is it to die, Baoshan has a lot of dogs under his hands, I beat them one by one, why should they bully more. ”

"Hey~you~"

The stone didn't know what to say, Li Yongqiang, the bull, was stubborn and couldn't pull back the eight horses, he was about to put down the bowl to get the decoction, two stones shot in from the window, the stone listened to the sound and identified the position, and wanted to dodge, but the speed of the hidden weapon was too fast, he and Li Yongqiang were hit, and the violent sleepiness struck, and he fell asleep.

The treasure bottle stepped into the room, walked to Li Yongqiang's bed, pressed a palm on his head, and a blue internal force entwined with silver and gold rushed into his body, the power of morality repaired his internal and external injuries, the power of compassion polished his muscles, bones, skin and flesh, and the power of Luoshui threw down the two forces of Buddhism and Taoism, and struck Li Yongqiang's second vein with a sullen head.

Li Yongqiang tightened his brows in pain, sweating like pulp, his own Prajna Heart Sutra originally had to resist the invasion of Luoshui, but it was illuminated by the light of the Medicine Master Buddha, so he meekly followed the Medicine Master Buddha Light like a kitten to pick up the leaks of the Daode Yuanguang and check and fill in the gaps.

After a while, the treasure bottle was withdrawn, and a white mist rose above Li Yongqiang's head, and he had fallen into a deep sleep, he turned his eyes at the stone lying on the ground and snoring, turned him over, and put one hand on his head.

"In this life, I have great plans, and my ambition to change the day is not to be manipulated by joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, nor disturbed by the morning bell and evening drums. Whoever said put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha on the ground, let him become a Buddha. ”