When Yang Xian was thinking about how to answer in order to make these people divert their disgust for the little milk dumpling, he heard the childish voice of the little milk dumpling: "Yang Xian just said don't touch it, what's this?" ”

As she spoke, Mianmian quietly poked out her little head and winked at Yang Xian through Su Chenjin.

Yang Xian's nervous mood was instantly dispersed by the cute and loving behavior of the little milk dumpling.

The person who accused Yang Xian was asked by Mianmian, frowned and replied: "Little junior sister, what you said is wrong. It's nothing not to touch this, but after he finished speaking, we can't hear Master Yonghui's lectures, which is the most important thing. ”

"It's okay if you can't hear it, Mianmian hasn't heard it either." Mianmian felt a little tired of looking up at people, and stretched out her hand directly towards Su Chenjin.

Su Chenjin picked up Mianmian and stared at the man with Mianmian.

One big and one small, one eye is narrow and the other eye is round, and when they look at people, they make people feel cold for no reason.

The person who said that Yang Xian had a problem suddenly became a little nervous.

He stammered, "Why doesn't it matter? Isn't everyone gathered together in the hope that they can get some insights today? Master Yonghui is a high-ranking monk, and his insights are very useful to us. ”

Someone echoed this humane: "Yes, in the past, there was a clear separation between Buddha and Tao, but that was also a bad habit in the past. Now that the practice is about gathering the strengths of a hundred schools, I am waiting for myself to explore the beginning, and the family has nothing to help the scattered people, of course I need these insights. ”

"That's it, this senior brother is right."

"Of course we need to!"

The people in the square were all excited, and they agreed with the two speakers.

Yang Xian twisted his eyebrows, thinking that these people didn't know what to do.

After Mianmian believed his words, not only did everyone not hear them, but also helped everyone in the square by the way, but these people were still in a hurry to accept those impurities and think that it would harm them if they didn't let them listen.

That's why he doesn't like to deal with people! During the ten years of wandering, he obviously had the opportunity to follow some big brothers and do some business of stealing chickens and dogs as a gangster in a loosely regulated city, but he refused all of them, because he didn't want to deal with these interpersonal relationships.

When Yang Xian felt annoyed, he didn't take his eyes off Mianmian.

He was curious to know what some special little milk dumplings would say next for him.

"Amitabha." Under Yang Xian's gaze, Mianmian actually folded her hands and gave the person who was arguing a Buddhist etiquette, "The Buddha has a fate, and if we can't hear it, it proves that we have no fate, Mianmian is not in a hurry when she is a child, and you don't have to worry, there must be other fate waiting for you." ”

Yonghui, who had been silent, spoke before everyone at this time: "Little junior sister, I am interested in this, there are so many monks in the square, isn't there one who has a relationship with Buddhism?" ”

His smiling face still looks compassionate and kind.

Su Chenjin keenly sensed the trap in Yonghui's words.

If my aunt and grandmother replied that it was because everyone had no fate with the Buddha that they couldn't hear it, then they would offend everyone again.

The people in the square today are all cultivators, even if the level is uneven, they are not as good as the aunt and grandmother, but the ants bite the elephant to death, and no one knows what killer features these people are hiding.

Yonghui's hostility, is it really necessary to be so obvious?

Su Chenjin was ready to help her aunt and grandmother remedy, and waited for her aunt to speak.

"I mean, there's no fate." Mianmian blinked her eyes and looked at Yonghui, her baby's fat white face was full of sincerity, "But Mianmian didn't say that it has no fate with Buddhism, what I said is that we have no fate with your feelings, does Abbot Yonghui think that what you are talking about is Buddhism?" ”

The smile on Yonghui's face froze.

The first time I came into contact with Su Mianmian, I realized that this child was really not an ordinary child, and he would be so strong in words!

These words directly countered him!

No matter how he answered, it seemed that he was wrong. After all, what he just talked about is his own perception, and it has nothing to do with the real Dharma.

The words and examples in the Buddhist scriptures do not represent the Dharma at all.

No one knows what is going on in the minds of Western saints, and where do they dare to claim that they can represent the Dharma?

In the crowd, there was a monk with a pockmarked face, and he suddenly smiled.

He can suffer in Su Mianmian's mouth, Yonghui, this guy, dares to talk to Su Mianmian. Fortunately, I didn't say that the two of them would sit down and discuss, otherwise Yonghui would have been struck by lightning and turned into a black monk!

When Brother Mazi thought about this, Mianmian suddenly felt an itchy nose and sneezed loudly.

She sniffed, feeling that the scene sounded familiar.

Mom said that Mianmian's body is very good, she never gets sick, and she rarely sneezes.

But when she was interviewed by reporters at the house of her second nephew before, she sneezed like this.

At that time, it seemed that someone came over to her and asked her about her mother?

Mianmian looked around the square, but didn't see anything.

She took out a small handkerchief from her small bag, afraid that she would hit again, so she covered her nose.

On the stage, Yonghui was nodding slowly, and the smile on his face was meaningful: "How dare the old man represent the Dharma? Then you may not have a chance with Lao Wei today. ”

He took a step back and stopped looking at why everyone hadn't heard.

The humble appearance of silently lowering his eyes made the surrounding monks secretly praise: worthy of being a high-ranking monk, that is, with a good temper.

However, could it be that they really have no chance with Master Yonghui's perception?

After Yonghui said this, she made a gesture before continuing to raise her eyes and speak: "Little junior sister really has a wisdom root, presumably everyone also wants to listen to the little junior sister talk about her cultivation insights, why don't you have a little junior sister to communicate with you in the afternoon?" ”

His invitation was very sincere.

Mianmian hurriedly waved her hand: "Hey, Mianmian is a child, and children's perceptions are only suitable for children, so I can't tell adults." ”

Yonghui's compassionate and benevolent gaze turned around the square, and then spoke: "Little junior sister is humble, and there are many monks present who worship the five immortals and walk the world to accumulate virtue and do good. But they also did not bring the five immortals into my Fahua Temple. The little junior sister can bring in zombies and monsters at the same time, if it weren't for the little junior sister's profundity, where could they enter the Buddhist realm with the little junior sister? ”

These words were no less than a bombshell, and they directly overwhelmed the monks present.

Corpse? Monster? Entered Hokkeji Temple?

Just kidding, right?

Yonghui is right, there are indeed five immortals among them who have been worshipping since ancient times. The five immortals are: fox fairy (fox), yellow fairy (weasel), white fairy (hedgehog), willow fairy (snake), gray fairy (mouse), a family can only worship one big fairy, and each immortal will be different.

Although the Five Great Immortals are commonly known as the Immortal Family, they cannot enter places like temples and Taoist temples, because in essence, they are monsters and cannot stand the sage breath of temples and Taoist temples.

Forget about the monsters, zombies, the most yin thing, actually came in! Shouldn't they be stopped by the Buddha's light at the temple gate?

So where are the zombies and who the hell are they? Corpse poison is no joke!