Tickets eighty. Wang An's payment.

Entering the temple gate, there is a rather stout Bodhi tree in the courtyard, and the temples and halls on both sides are antique.

Perhaps because of this, there were few pilgrims in the temple, and there were no monks in sight.

"Eighty for a ticket, this money is much easier than opening a martial arts hall." Li Xinzhu said in a low voice.

"If your Xingyi Fist Martial Arts Gym can be preserved for two hundred years, then I am afraid that it will be faster than the money here." Wang An said with a smile.

The two of them walked straight towards the main hall, and in front of the main hall was a large incense burner, which was full of incense ashes. Next to the incense burner is a merit box.

"Do we have to say something?" Li Xinzhu looked at the merit box.

"It's coming, it's a little bit of a point." Wang An took out ten yuan and put it in.

"You're a little little, isn't it, will the Buddha blame?"

"According to what you say, those who didn't let go, the Buddha still has to send down divine punishment?" Wang An said with a smile. "It's good to have that heart."

Li Xinzhu thought about it and put twenty yuan in.

"Ten more than you."

Wang An smiled when he heard this.

Two people entered the main hall, the statue of the Buddha was just on it, and the treasure was solemn.

The two worshiped the Buddha, and Li Xinzhu still recited words in his mouth.

Coming out of the main hall, the two walked around the temple and saw a group of monks doing their homework in the Buddha hall, they were concentrating on chanting. Bursts of Sanskrit sound came from the room.

"Do you think these monks know kung fu?" Wang An looked at the monks in the room.

"What kind of kung fu, the kung fu of chanting, or the kung fu of cooking."

"Natural boxing, Buddhist kung fu."

"Here? No, if you want to see Buddhism Kung Fu, you have to go to Zhongyue Faxing Temple, you are here to see Buddhism Kung Fu? ”

"Come and see, maybe there will be a harvest? Maybe you'll also run into a sweeping monk-like figure. ”

"It's also a sweeping monk, have you read too many novels? Let's find their kitchen first, I can smell the smell of rice. ”

Li Xinzhu's nose twitched a few times, and then he followed the fragrance wafting in the air towards the side hall.

"Hey, something is wrong, why do I smell a smell of roast chicken?"

"Want to eat roast chicken?"

"It's not that I want to eat it, it's that it really tastes like this, yes, it's the taste of roast chicken, and there's a smell of cumin."

"Huh?" Wang An's nose moved a few times, and he also smelled a smell of roast chicken and cumin.

"Really."

The two of them followed this taste, and saw a monk in a corner behind the side hall, who was squatting at the base of the wall, holding a roast chicken and gnawing on his mouth.

"Bah, what are you doing!" Li Xinzhu suddenly roared.

The monk was so frightened that he threw the roast chicken in his hand into the flower bed on the side, and after seeing the two of them clearly, he got up and clasped his palms.

"Amitabha, good two donors."

"I can't imagine that you, a monk, are hiding in the corner and secretly eating roast chicken."

"What chicken?" The monk asked rhetorically.

"What chicken? J-i chicken, you just ate roast chicken here, you are a monk, just eat meat, and still slosh? ”

"There is a saying that wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in his heart. What you see in your eyes is roast chicken, but there is no roast chicken in the eyes of the little monk. "That monk is right.

"I'll rub, you monk is also very good, eating a roast chicken makes you say the flowers, it's really as you said, why hide here and sneak around, go directly to the main hall, and eat it in front of the Buddha."

Wine and meat were also pierced through the intestines, and the Buddha sat in his heart. You think you're Jigong! ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk told the truth, there is no roast chicken in the eyes of the little monk, besides, what does the little monk do to your?"

"Oops! The monk is quite arrogant, go, follow me to meet your abbot. Li Xinzhu stretched out his hand to grab the monk.

"Amitabha, don't meddle with your affairs, there are still little monks who have practiced." The monk flashed to the side.

"Haha, coincidentally, I've practiced too! Come on, let's try. Li Xinzhu took a step back, put on a fist fight, and then hooked his hand at the monk.

"My Buddha is merciful, abbot, why are you here?" The monk suddenly looked behind the two of them.

"Abbot?"

Li Xinzhu and Wang An turned around at the same time, only to find that there was nothing behind them, and there was no half of a figure. When I turned my head again, I saw that the monk had already run out four or five meters.

Swift action like a rabbit,

"This monk is really dishonest, full of lies, and he runs quite fast!"

"He's really practiced!" Wang An looked at the monk's figure and knew that he had kung fu.

"Catch him!"

Li Xinzhu followed.

Actually being teased three times and twice by one, he decided to catch the monk, talk to him well, and by the way, the abbot who took him to this temple said.

Wang An couldn't follow him, and not long after the two of them chased them out of the side hall, they saw an old monk of fifty or sixty years old not far in front of him, and stopped beside the monk who was stealing roast chicken.

"Senior brother, why do you look flustered?"

"Senior Brother Abbot, be careful, those two donors are not good!" The monk who stole the roast chicken turned around and pointed to Wang An and Li Xinzhu who were following behind him.

"This monk actually sued the wicked first." Li Xinzhu was directly stunned after hearing this.

"Why does the junior brother smell of meat?"

"He just hid in a corner and ate roast chicken." Li Xinzhu shouted when he heard this.

"Senior brother, that chicken flew from a distance, hit a tree, and died, I overtook it." The young monk said seriously.

"Wo-ri, such a novel statement, monk, you are waiting for the chicken, right?"

"Amitabha, donor, please pay attention to your words, how can you filthy words in the pure place of Buddhism?"

"Monk, are you a double standard?" Li Xinzhu has already begun to roll up his sleeves.

"The poor monk doesn't know what the donor means."

"Come, I'll practice with you."

"Senior brother, you stay back, let me come and meet this donor." The monk put on a posture.

"Senior brother, go copy the Buddhist scriptures." The abbot said calmly.

"Ah, copy again, can you change the other method, I copied and vomited last time." The young monk's face was grim.

The old monk glared at him.

"Yes." The monk bowed his head and turned away, looking very well-behaved, as if a mischievous elementary school student had met a teacher.

"Hey, it's really a thing down a thing."

"Let the two benefactors laugh." The abbot Zen master is kind and kind-eyed.

"It's not a laugh, it's a long insight." Li Xinzhu said with a smile.

"Master, I have some questions for you."

"Donor, please speak."

Wang An immediately said the Buddhist vocabulary that he didn't understand in the ancient book he saw. The abbot explained to Wang An one by one.

"Isn't the donor practicing Buddhist exercises?"

"I got it by chance, I didn't know much about it, and I couldn't get started."

"Coincidentally, my stubborn junior brother has practiced martial arts in Faxing Temple for many years, you might as well let him come out and explain a thing or two, the donor may have a harvest, please come with me."

"Thank you, Master."