Three days later, in the middle of the night, a dim lamp was lit in a side room of Jing'an Temple!

Don't raise the master's politeness to introduce Fan Qiqi to sit down.

Master Buju said with a smile: "I knew that my junior brother would come to me!"

"Senior brother, who is your junior brother? Don't recognize your relatives if you don't raise the master!" Fan Qifu pulled his dirty and smelly clothes, wrinkled his nose and said!

"Oh, hehe, I said something wrong, but I'm not wrong, you are a disciple valued by the master, and you will naturally enter my Buddhism in the future, so it is not necessary to call you a junior brother!"

"Seven years ago, I told him that I will never enter Buddhism, and I still do so, I am friends with Master Buju, and I am like-minded, but it does not necessarily mean that I will become a disciple of Buddhism!"

Don't lift: "Don't be in a hurry, the master said that it has its own fate!"

Fan Qiqi: "Then wait for fate to come, when do I think fate has arrived, let's talk about it!"

Fan Qiqi had a stiff face, and his back couldn't help rubbing back and forth on the table next to him: "I don't feel anything in the cell, how can I feel so itchy when I come out, my whole body is uncomfortable and soaked in a dung pit, don't you raise the master, hurry up and find me some clothes and prepare some bath water, okay?"

"Haha! Senior brother, you come to my Buddhism is a fate, you take clothes from the Buddhism, and water is another fate, and the fate comes and goes, and you always have to pay it back!"

"Your uncle, you forgot that you drank my wine, you spit out the wine you drank at my Fan family!" Fan Qiqi slapped the table, and said loudly with an unhappy face: "Haven't you Buddhism always done good, borrow you some water! Wear your clothes! Why are you so verbose when you come to my master!"

Master Buju didn't care at all, and said something unhurriedly that made Fan Qiqi vomit blood: "Amitabha, good, good!"

looked at Fan Qiqi smiling and silent, that would tell you that if you don't pay it back, it's not okay!

"When the time comes, I will pay you back tenfold, okay, in the future, your image in my heart will plummet, I wish you never, can't! No! No!" Fan Qili got up after scolding and came to Master Buju's side, and took his arm: "Go take a bath, go find me clothes!"

Master Buju didn't move, stared at Fan Qiqi and said seriously: "Master said, you need to use your three thousand troubles to pay back!"

"What? do you want my hair?" Fan Qiqi immediately became furious, and grabbed the neck of the master who did not lift it: "What do you want to do?" You thief monk, dead bald donkey, human trafficker ......" While speaking and cursing, he felt a strange itch on his waist.

While tickling, pinching his neck, and shaking his head cooperatively without lifting the master, he just doesn't say human words!

Fan Qi's hateful teeth were itchy, helpless, powerless, and said depressedly: "Can it still grow after shaving?"

As soon as Master Buju heard this, he suddenly laughed, and his red nose lit up when he laughed: "It can grow!"

Master Buju took the depressed Fan Qiqi to a small valley in the dark night by the hazy moonlight! At the mouth of the valley stood a simple three-foot-long wooden sign, with the words "Hollow Valley" written on it!

Hei Bulongdong couldn't see the scenery of the surrounding sky clearly, and the only bright source in the valley was a wooden house! The dim candle flame flickered in the house, and the sound of the wooden fish tapping made Fan Qiqi's heart seem extremely restless!

"I'll go to the bathhouse, what are you taking me here?" asked Fan Qiqi!

Don't lift the master: "Shave your head!"

Fan Qifat: "Take a bath first!"

Don't lift the master: "Shave your head first!"

Fan Qifat: "Take a bath first, big brother, I stink, don't you stink!"

Master Buju: "Little brother, shave your head, wash it together, and you can also wash the broken hair by the way, how good!"

In the wooden house!

Fan Qiqi saw an acquaintance, the old monk with a white beard and white eyebrows who was full of furrows and furrows, thin and thin, and was about to enter the earth.

The whole wooden house was empty, and the old monk sat on the futon opposite, with a rough wooden wall behind him.

There were three futons placed opposite him, and a kettle, an empty bowl, and a wooden fish were simply placed next to him.

The only striking thing is that there are pale gold words written on the wooden wall behind the old monk!

It turned out to be a puff call! Da Baiwen! Wrote a small article! Fan Qiqi looked a little interested. I saw that it read:

Some people come for beauty!

Some people come for the right!

Some people come for money!

And most people are in a daze when they look at the gold and silver mountains!

Fan Qiqi looked at the words on the wall for a moment, and then sneered!

When Master Buju entered this hut, he had already put away the image of giggling and being solemn and respectful.

Seeing that Fan Qiqi actually smiled, he hurriedly reminded: "This is the family teacher, the monk of the empty lake!

"What, are you a monk of Kongdian?" Fan Qi's jaw dropped in surprise, the crazy monk he saw with the eighth sister on the street was such a master, and the injured person who was able to beat the jade-faced evil venerable actually wanted to take him as an apprentice, what did he miss......

I want to apprentice again, and I don't want to be a monk, it's very contradictory!

If your eight roots are not purified, how can you become a monk!

Kongdian ignored Fan Qiyan's surprise: "What are you laughing at? I can't write this word well, or is it wrong to write it?"

Fan Qiqi calmed down, and still said what he thought in his heart bluntly: "This word on the master's wall, the words are good, the text is also good, and the last sentence made me laugh, and most people looked at Jinshan Yinshan in a daze, the world lives almost for money, no money can't live, don't focus on Jinshan Yinshan every day, don't think about how to make money to make a living, it's not the life of the world! This is my point of view, I don't know if it's right, please forgive me!"

In Fan Qiqi's language, he was really in awe and polite to the monk in the face of Kongdian!

"Hehe, that's right!

The empty lake monk got up, the real qi around his body moved, the momentum was like a mountain, the pale golden true qi condensed in the old withered hands, and gently slapped the wooden door in the air, the wooden door opened to both sides, and then he heard the body of the empty lake monk seemed to have the sound of a lion roaring and a dragon's groan, Fan Qiqi and Master Buju involuntarily flashed to the side!

Kongdian stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the golden true qi in his palm jumped out, like a dragon going out to sea, and a small handful of willow leaves on the willow tree five meters away from the door were swept by the true qi and grabbed in his hand.

"This ...... This...... What kind of martial arts is this!Is it such a fork?" Fan Qiqi was shocked at first, and then asked with envy and hatred.

It has exceeded Fan Qiqi's cognition!

"This is the master's dragon catcher, not to mention picking leaves, you can be captured within three zhang!" Master Buju explained, and there was envy and coveting in his tone, but it faded in an instant, and his interest was the strongest in wine, but he had really little time to drink recently.

Fan Qiyan nodded in shock, did he regret it, or should he be a monk for a few days and learn this dragon snatcher.

Fan Qiqi asked suspiciously, "What did the senior do with the leaves?"

Kongdian said with a smile: "Shave your head!"

"Ah, the leaves shave their heads?" Fan Qiyan had never heard of it, the world of martial arts was really wonderful.

Master Buju pulled the flute Fan Qiqi on the futon and sat down!

Kongdian gently pinched a willow leaf with two fingers, the true qi was slowly injected, the soft and curved leaves were straightened by the true qi, sharp as a blade, and after a while, Fan Qi's head was already bare, and a cool breeze blew from the top of his head, making Fan Qiqi tremble: "This is the loss of hair as a monk?"

I felt that my eyes were a little moist, and when I wiped my face with my hand, I actually shed tears!

The boy doesn't flick if he has tears, hum! The little monk can play as much as he likes if he has tears!

Fan Qiqi is very sad, it is really a chrysanthemum full of wounds!

"No, no, no, no filial piety! no, you bastard, you bastard, turtle son, take me to the bath!"

Fan Qiqi didn't know why, he was bareheaded, and he actually shed tears! He forgot to say goodbye to Master Kongdian, and directly scolded Master Buju, venting his feelings, and left the valley with Master Buju's sleeve.

"In this life, the peach blossom is tribulated.

Finally leaving the dream within the dream, the Buddha door is fateful. ”

When they left, the Kongdian monk who was sitting cross-legged looked at the direction Fan Qiqi left, recited a poem, and then closed his eyes to recuperate.

The sun rises in the east, and the red morning glow is very beautiful, reflecting the faint red light of Jing'an Temple.

Reciting scriptures and practicing martial arts are compulsory courses at Jing'an Temple.

Fan Qi's bald head was shiny, and after taking a bath, he rested for a while, then wore a yellow monk's robe given by the master, left the small courtyard where he lived, and wandered around Jing'an Temple.

A group of gray-clothed disciples on the martial arts arena were boxing, their boxing methods were vigorous, and they were majestic, shouting and cheering for every move, which made Fan Qiqi look quite interested, strolled forward, and couldn't help but follow the gesture in his hands!

"Uncle Xiao is interested in this set of Fuhu Fist?" At this time, a middle-aged monk in a yellow robe who was urging his disciples to practice walked towards Fan Qiqi.

The monk has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a simple and compassionate face!

As soon as Fan Qiqi heard this person who could be his uncle call him uncle, he was embarrassed to call himself uncle, and his uncle was actually an uncle who could be his uncle!

Fan Qi's mind was entwined with thoughts, and he couldn't help scratching his eyebrows: "Yes, I'm quite interested, that ...... That teacher, nephew, do you have a boxing scripture to take a look at ......"

Senior brother with thick eyebrows and big eyes hurriedly brought a booklet to Fan Qifat, and the words on it were earthworm crawling, and the words Fuhu fist were three words.

Fan Qiqi frowned: "Is this the Fist Sutra?" or the painting you painted, is this an earthworm or a maggot?"

The middle-aged monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes was very embarrassed, and he was not good at arguing with his uncle, so he already regretted coming over with some regrets, and he was close to this newly opened uncle.

"This is my nephew's own manuscript, and I haven't read much since I was a child, so the handwriting is a little ugly...... "The middle-aged monk explained.

As soon as Fan Qiqi heard this, he was inexplicably angry, maybe the anger of shaving his head last night had not disappeared: "What does the ugliness of your handwriting have to do with how little you read, the ugliness of handwriting, just practice hard, if you don't practice, the word will always be an earthworm!"

The middle-aged monk blushed and lowered his head: "Yes, yes, what Uncle Shi said!"

Fan Qiqi flipped through a few pages and pointed to the words on the page: "You see, can you call this a word? If you can't write well, it proves that your heart is not quiet, your heart is not quiet, and it proves that you are not in the right body, and your body is not right...... Hmm, did you secretly drink wine and eat meat last night?" Fan Qiqi pointed at the notebook, and finally said a sentence that made the middle-aged monk's face change greatly, and then turned into a bitter gourd face: "Uncle! The nephew just can't write well, but he really didn't drink secretly, you can't wronged the nephew, you have to go to the precept institute for drinking and eating meat!"

"Who drinks in Jing'an Temple, whether this person is fat or thin, old or young, white or black, tall or short, a man or a girl, I know it clearly, forget it this time, what's your name?" Fan Qiqi casually put the manuscript into his arms, and he could see it later, although the words were written like earthworms, he would be able to read them!

The middle-aged monk thought to himself with a bitter face: "I didn't make a mistake again, forget it!" The words in his heart can only be said in his heart, listening to Fan Qiyan's question, his complexion changed slightly, and his head was lowered, but the temple rules are strictly hierarchical, who made this person an uncle.

Hearing Fan Qili ask him his legal name, the bitter gourd face suddenly became more bitter, but he still said softly and truthfully: "The name of the teacher and nephew is incompetent, and the common name is Dog Mao ......."

"Hahahaha, the legal name is incompetent, the common name is dog hair, oops, who is your master, who is your father, they don't know how to name it......? Helpless, or bored, speechless...... Haha......"

Fan Qiyan laughed loudly, and directly laughed and bent his little waist!

The gray-clothed disciples who were boxing couldn't help but pause and looked back.

Some of the little monks looked at the incompetent master and nephew and covered their mouths and smiled.

Some of the little monks whispered but made a compassionate face, clasped their hands together, and felt that it was a real sin to make noise in Jing'an Temple......

Some little monks glanced back, remained silent, and continued to box!

Incompetent and a little ashamed, but unable to be angry, with a bitter melon face, as if the melon was rotten: "Uncle Shi, don't make fun of me, our senior brothers are arranged according to the ...... of being able to speak well."

The incompetent master and nephew really couldn't stand everyone's eyes and Fan Qi's laughter, so he left sullenly, came to the front of the monks, and shouted: "What are you doing, are you boxing? If you can't boxing today, don't eat!"

The monks immediately began to shout, and before the fist and foot moves resumed, there were boards and eyes, and tigers and tigers were vigorous.

Fan Qiqi smiled and muttered to himself: "Incompetent master and nephew, hehe...... Uncle Doghair...... There is always joy in the world, and today there is always a laughing ......"