The mountains are far away, and the clouds and mist are ethereal.

The mountains and rivers are surrounded by loneliness, and the temple is jagged.

Suddenly, the melodious sound of the bell was heard, and the hazy tulle in the mountains suddenly surged.

On the octagonal cornice bell tower, a middle-aged monk pushes a one-man thick wooden bell spine with one hand.

Boom!

The bell rang again, long and long, and it crossed the mountains and mountains in an instant.

In the corner of the bell tower, behind the monk's side, a teenager watched his movements, his face expressionless, even though the bell was close to his ears, his demeanor did not fluctuate.

The cold breeze of the early morning blew, and the hair on the corner of the young man's forehead fluttered lightly, gently brushing his white cheeks.

The slender eyelashes are motionless, and the clear and bright eyes perfectly reflect the image of the monk striking the bell.

The pink lips are gently pursed, and the clear lip line seems to have been carefully outlined with the most delicate hair.

Wang Li, fourteen years old, arrived at Bailong Temple ten months ago, and followed the Jingyuan monk who was ringing the bell in front of him day and night.

It is not to become a monk, but to recuperate the congenitally deficient body and uproot a stubborn disease.

The morning bell of Bailong Temple has the effect of washing the body and mind and invigorating the spirit. Therefore, Jingyuan didn't need to ring the bell, but he still took the initiative to "grab" the job, and took Wang Li to listen to the ancient temple bells at close range every day.

However, the bell rings very loudly at close range, and people who are not used to it will inevitably be surprised to hear it closely.

But Wang Li, he didn't, he didn't seem to react, as if he had lost his hearing.

After a while, the last bell rang, and the monk of Jingyuan held down the bell vertebrae with one hand, immediately made it still, and then turned around.

Wang Li, also came back to his senses at the same time.

The two looked at each other, without words, and went downstairs together.

Passing through the side of the temple, the sound of wooden fish and the sound of chanting gradually merge into one, dissolving the silence of the early morning in the deep mountains.

After a while, among the verdant bamboo forests, a low Zen temple with gray walls and gray tiles emerged.

Inside, the pebbles pave the way, the flowers and plants are luxuriant, and the dew reflects the golden morning light.

The side kitchen is full of smoke and mist steaming.

Wang Li pursed his lips, but he didn't say a word, and went straight back to the room.

Immediately after that, the monk came in with two buckets of hot water in both hands, poured into the wooden barrel located in the middle of the room, and went back and forth several times, the hot water was full, and the room was filled with mist.

Closing the door, he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, sprinkled the cyan powder into the bathtub, the hot water turned dark blue in a blink of an eye, and then stretched out his index finger to poke into it, and nodded slightly after a few breaths.

Withdrawing his hand and facing Wang Li, he couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

"Master Jingyuan, when is the first day?" Wang Li's hands were not idle, and he picked himself up in three or two clicks.

Jingyuan smiled and said: "Congenital diseases, can not be changed overnight, this medicinal bath will take at least a month." ”

Wang Carp stepped on the wooden bench with one leg, and the other leg tentatively put into the hot water in the bucket, hissing and inhaling the cool air in his mouth, trying again and again, and then soaking himself in the hot potion for a while.

Not only is the hot water itself hot, but what is even more unbearable is the medicinal powder that the monk Jingyuan has just put in, which seems to turn the hot water into chili water that can act directly on the surface of the skin.

As we all know, spicy is a painful sensation and an irrepressible burning sensation.

What's more, the Pure Rim Monk forbade him to wear any clothing at all.

This gives him double the stimulation, after all, there are always parts of the human body that are extremely fragile.

However, after gritting his teeth and trembling for a while, Wang Li's eyes gradually closed slightly, and he no longer struggled, as if he was settled.

Although it was not the first time he had seen such a scene, Jingyuan couldn't help but be shocked and sighed by his performance.

He has also experienced the pain caused by this kind of medicinal bath, and has seen many children struggling and crying in the medicinal bath, which is the pain of several people desperately pressing them into the water, and even making them faint will be woken up in pain, even if it is an adult, it is inevitable to howl non-stop with their necks.

However, seeing that this young man only had the pain at the beginning, then quickly got used to it, and did not say a word at the end, and his face did not change.

Such stamina and concentration are rare for young people, not to mention their talent and intelligence, and they are really good seedlings for practicing Buddhism.

As soon as he thought of this, Jingyuan couldn't help but look at the long black and thick hair on Wang Li's head, and sighed again in his heart.

It's a pity that this young man's interest in the White Dragon Temple is limited to his own cultivation path, and he has no interest in actually worshipping Buddhism and studying the Buddha's laws.

If you don't practice the Dharma, you can't pass it on.

Even if Jingyuan is willing to violate the rules of the White Dragon Temple, without the foundation of Buddhism, Wang Li will not be able to truly cultivate the methods of the White Dragon Temple to the depths.

How can I get him to worship in the temple willingly? This problem has also plagued Jingyuan for almost a month.

If he really stepped into Buddhism and practiced the Dharma of Buddhism, what would it be like?

Infinite reverie in the heart of Jingyuan.

After watching for a long time, his eyes were firm again, and he was reluctant to leave.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Wang Li opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes flowed.

He looked down at his body soaked in the blue hot water, and there was no trace of pain in his eyes and expression.

Leaning back, he let out a long sigh of comfort.

Wang Li, born in a small country marquis's family, his mother died in childbirth, Wang Li's congenital deficiency, since childhood.

Ten months ago, he had just turned fourteen years old, and his age and health had reached the appropriate stage, so he was sent to the White Dragon Temple.

And the king carp of the moment, also on the night of his fourteenth birthday, the dove occupied the magpie's nest.

That night, the poor marquis's stubborn illness broke out, coughing up blood one after another, and the little king carp should have passed away, followed by the big king carp woke up, and the two souls that were about to disappear fused perfectly, and finally won a glimmer of life.

In the past month, Wang Li has followed the Jingyuan monks in the White Dragon Temple, taking medicinal baths three times a day, taking medicine three times, interspersed with the practice of strengthening the body, not to mention the exhaustion of the scabies, at least he will not stop wheezing after walking a few more steps, and he will cough desperately when the cold wind blows.

It can be seen from this that the pure edge monk is a person who really has the ability, and his ability is not a peerless medical skill, but a "Dharma" that transcends the mundane.

Of course, Wang Li prefers to regard this as a unique method for cultivators, and it is completely incompatible with the kung fu he has seen in the mundane world.

After all, he had never seen a certain martial arts that could really play a golden special effect.

But the golden bell jar of the pure edge monk can really form a golden and dazzling bell with clear ornamentation outside the body.

Moreover, due to the special "talent" gradually revealed by Wang Li, the heartbeat of the Jingyuan monks has gradually intensified. Therefore, in order to lure Wang Li's shaving to get started, he often "inadvertently" reveals some peculiarities.

For example, when eating, the body is suspended in the air, and there is a special effect version of the golden bell jar released during cultivation.

Wang Lili was really attracted by these methods.

However, if he wants to become a monk, it is still a toad with long hair—impossible.

He still remembered that he had a marriage contract, and that his fiancée was still a year younger than him, but at a quick glance, he also knew that she had already been bright and cute.

It's not that Wang Li is reluctant, but he doesn't want an innocent girl to be hurt by being divorced, and now in this world, girls who are divorced will be labeled badly for whatever reason, and no amount of explanation can hardly restrain people from throwing themselves into reverie towards the "evil" side.

Moreover, he never thought of becoming a monk himself, and he was even more alone at home.

Furthermore, Wang Li is not sure if he is a villain supporting role in a big heroine article, after all, most of the things like being divorced happen to the protagonist......

Therefore, for the sake of the peace and stability of the entire Wang family, the orderly inheritance, and for his own safety, Wang Li resolutely cannot become a monk.

The current situation is: I don't want to go home, and I want to practice.

Wang Li has been exploring solutions.

It's a pity that the White Dragon Temple doesn't accept lay disciples, otherwise there would be so many problems.

Over time, the potion in the tub gradually lightens in color, and as the temperature decreases, it loses its color completely.

Wang Carp crawled out, dried himself and put on his clothes, and the monk knocked on the door and entered.

After quickly cleaning up, the two of them had a simple breakfast, and Jingyuan threw a wooden sword into Wang Li's hand.

Then, Jingyuan sat cross-legged at the door, while Wang Li practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard.

Although this swordsmanship is also the true transmission of the White Dragon Temple, without the blessing of Buddhism, it will lose its true meaning, and it is difficult to show its true miracle.

Jingyuan watched while flicking his fingers from time to time, and a little light gold light flew out and hit Wang Li.

"It's high."

"Not decisive enough."

"It's too stiff."

"The pace is wrong."

The guidance of Jingyuan is similar to the sharp edge of Buddhism, and it is always not very direct, such as how much higher or how much lower, just let Wang Li think about it and adjust it by himself.

This kind of practice method made Wang Lili very unaccustomed at first, but after getting used to it, it was indeed more impressive that the movements adjusted by himself were even more impressive.

This set of demon swords, a total of fifty-one styles, Wang Li has already learned more than half of it.

After gradually getting better, Wang Li's fingers no longer need to be pointed out by the net edge, and the sword moves are integrated, even if the wooden sword is in hand, there is also a different momentum.

The body walks with the sword, the sword moves at will, and the sword flows freely with the heart.

The scorching sun in the sky had already dispelled the morning fog in the mountains, the light and shadow on the ground jumped, and the forehead of Wang Li's forehead gradually oozing sweat.

There is no fluctuation on the net edge, but the bottom of the eyes is already full of satisfaction.

It's time to replace him with a real sword.

But this kid just insists on not wanting to become a monk, what should I do?

Boom!

While pondering, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall and thin figure appeared.

Wang Li was still immersed in swordsmanship, as if he was unaware.

Jingyuan appreciated his performance more and more, and at the same time quickly got up.