The day was white, and there was a commotion in the city of Linfeng early.

In an inn.

Filled with noisy and loud shouts, the people in the store kept looking sideways and looked at the corner of the store.

There, there was a group of monks.

But it's not the kind of monk who is weak and can only recite Amitabha Buddha as he imagined.

These people, with big shoulders and round waists, tiger backs and bear waists, there is a sinister aura between their eyebrows, shouting and laughing wildly, where can they look like serious monks.

A serious monk should be the kind of high-minded, high-minded expression full of Zen in his words, preferably the kind of old, white-eyed and kind-eyed look, which is the most convincing.

And now, this is definitely not a serious monk, you look at that arm, it is thicker than our legs, and that hideous expression, terrifying and terrifying......

Everyone glanced sideways, hey, I can't bear to look at it directly, it's really insulting to Buddhism!

Look at it, when the talk rises, I can't stop laughing, touching the shiny head, and scolding a few words from time to time, this look is said to be a bandit, and everyone believes it.

The guests in the store are all far away, even those martial arts people are afraid, these monks, but they really can't afford to provoke them.

And on the second floor, in one room.

An old monk sat cross-legged, with a prayer bead in his hand lightly twisted, and a Buddhist scripture in his mouth was silently recited, without sorrow or joy.

This person is the master of wisdom in the temple, proficient in Buddhism, martial arts cultivation has been the most holy product, one of the three major monks in the rivers and lakes, and is the third person in the temple.

On the side, there is also a middle-aged monk, with a shiny bald head, a face full of flesh, very fierce, and when he walks out of the door, he is completely the kind that can make a child stop crying.

At this time, the middle-aged monk walked around the room, his big fan-like hand kept beating his head, his face was full of anxiety, and he looked at Master Huiwu from time to time, and he wanted to speak many times, but he never spoke.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of him walking back and forth.

"Zhiguang, your heart...... It's messed up. ”

His eyes opened slightly, and Huiwu said lightly.

The middle-aged monk, that is, Zhiguang, came back to his senses, patted his forehead and said: "Uncle Huiwu, how long are we going to shrink here, now that we have been here for so long, our eyes are black, we don't know anything, how to participate in the martial arts conference." ”

Huiwu's eyes drooped slightly, and he said quietly: "If you come, you will be safe, don't have vain thoughts, everything in the world has its fixed number, and now you can wait with peace of mind." ”

Zhiguang said: "Uncle Shi, didn't the Ten Thousand Absolute Villas give us a post, in that case, why should we stay here empty, it's boring." ”

Huiwu shook his head and said: "In this world, many troubles are self-seeking, clear and upright, and indifferent can realize the true Buddha, so why bother yourself." ”

Zhiguang's forehead was blue, his brain was a little messy, and he said that he didn't react, if he had that kind of understanding, he wouldn't be a warrior monk, and he would have been a monk a long time ago.

Thinking of this, Zhiguang secretly slandered in his heart, how to let Uncle Huiwu lead the team down the mountain this time, of course, it is not that it can't be done, but it is just Uncle Huiwu's temperament......

Everything is not in a hurry, looking down on everything, and sometimes I wonder if I want to be detached.

Following Uncle Huiwu, I really can't let go of my hands and feet, and I can understand a lot of words, and I don't know how strong I feel, but I just don't know what it means.

Alas, what an unpleasant profit.

"Yichen is coming, you go and find him!"

Suddenly, Huiwu spoke.

Hearing such a sentence coldly, Zhiguangyi

stunned, and then there is great joy.

"Okay......! Disciple is going now?"

The inquiring person looked at Huiwu, and seeing that he didn't respond, Zhiguang immediately opened the door happily and left.

After Zhiguang left, Huiwu slowly opened his eyes.

"It's always the heart ape that is hard to fall, alas, ......"

............

On a long street in Windside City.

Passers-by pointed and pointed and exchanged heads, the men looked straight, and the women hid their faces shyly and whispered.

Just because there were two people there, a man and a woman.

The man is handsome and extraordinary, plain and white-robed, and he is out of the world, not like the world, but he is a handsome monk.

The woman's bright and coquettish, Tingting curly, the cyan long skirt tightly wraps the concave and convex graceful figure, the eyebrows are like the oblique moon, the skin is like condensation, and the indescribable charm is charming.

The woman in Tsing Yi and the handsome monk, no matter how you look at it, feel very strange and extremely incongruous.

The woman followed behind the monk, less than an arm's length away, her expression was bright, her eyes were as bright as water, and I saw a pity on her face, which made people feel distressed.

Phew!

The pedestrians on the road all secretly whispered in their hearts, isn't this kind of thing obvious, obviously the monk's six roots are not pure, provoking other women, and the result is now......

Tut-tut, the world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient, but they reveal a strong sour taste.

Yichen quickened his pace, but he couldn't get rid of the woman behind him, and finally had no choice but to walk into an alley, finally avoiding people's strange eyes.

"Night Donor, what the hell do you want to do?"

Monk Yichen looked at the woman and said with a wry smile.

This woman is the senior sister of the night light dance, and the apprentice of the night listens to the stars at night.

"Why, this road is opened by your house, can't I let a little girl come and go? Ye Fanyin brushed her hair and smiled softly.

"Or, maybe it's your little monk who has something in mind. ”

Yichen clasped his hands together and pretended to be calm: "The pink beauties are all dry bones in the eyes of the little monk, and there is no difference between human statues, Buddha statues, and statues of all living beings." ”

Ye Fanyin leaned on Yichen's shoulder, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and she said like a lan: "If your eyes are all skeletons and facelessness, then why don't you open your eyes to take a look at me, if you open your eyes, I don't believe that your eyes are empty." ”

Yichen shrunk his shoulders, his breathing was slightly short, and he said in a deep voice: "Donor, please respect yourself." ”

Ye Fanyin covered his mouth and smiled: "You monk, didn't you say that all beings have no appearance just now, but now this look is not sincere!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his green jade fingers, gently picked up Yichen's chin, and licked his red lips lightly: "However, people just like your narrow appearance, it's really cute." ”

For Yichen's appearance, I never get tired of looking at it, and even think it's a little interesting, for Ye Fanyin, I like to stir up Yichen like this the most.

Seeing his embarrassment, he was inexplicably in a good mood.

Yichen's eyes were closed, and he said: "Donor, the little monk is a disciple of Buddhism, and he is always vigilant against the rules of the monk, and I hope that the donor can make it convenient." ”

The sound of the night Sanskrit voice was charming to the bone, making people intoxicated, and quipped: "Tut-tut, what a monk who has attained the Tao, in this case, why don't the master cross me, didn't the Buddhists say that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." ”

"Since the Buddha has said so, then why should the master bother with anything, the love of everyone, isn't the slave family a squent being of the Buddhist family, you keep saying that you are doing for all sentient beings, but you don't see your sentient beings?"

"Even a little girl from the slave family doesn't cross, so what do you say about the sea of suffering, little monk

Since you have promised to be a Buddha, then you will cross the other people first...... Wouldn't you be happy!"

Ye Sanskrit voice is quiet, as if she has been abandoned by a negative person, she looks like she is secretly sad, her posture is soft and boneless, and her whole body is leaning against Yichen's side, as if she wants to melt in.

At this time, for Yichen's shy appearance, Ye Fanyin saw it in her eyes, and she couldn't stop laughing in her heart, seeing if you can ignore yourself.

And Yichen is silently reciting the scriptures in his heart, smiling bitterly, is this his own calamity, secretly opened his eyes, squinted out of a gap and looked at it, this calamity is quite beautiful......

Amitabha, what are you thinking, what a sin and a sin......

However, Yichen was flustered in his heart, his heart was beating non-stop, how to deal with such things, he really had no experience, and the master had never taught him!

Helpless, only to keep one's heart, that can naturally eliminate the mind, should be able to do...... Let's do it!

"Huh, the slave family seems to be ...... I heard the little monk's heartbeat, plopping, very powerful......"

Ye Fanyin put her smooth chin on Yichen's shoulder from behind, a pair of jade arms wrapped around Yichen, and a hand reached Yichen's chest.

"You're not as desireless as you say......! You can't even fool yourself. ”

was so teased, Yichen's face suddenly turned red, even if he had followed the master to render Buddhism for many years, but in the final analysis, he was just a young man in his early twenties.

Young people love beauty, this is the eternal truth, even if he is a monk, but it is difficult to stop his sincerity, this is not a matter of realm, but the heart, is the real idea in the heart.

What's more, even those old monks with a Zen heart may not be able to really sit still, this is not nonsense, Yichen at least really thinks so.

Skeleton red pink, red pink skeleton, what you see in your eyes, what you think in your heart, after all, must be classified as artistic conception.

At this moment, Yichen thinks that he is not blind, otherwise how can such a living beauty not be seen, how can he not be disturbed.

Amitabha, calm and calm......

Yichen kept reciting Buddhist scriptures in his heart, visualizing everything, and calming himself down as much as possible, but the more he thought about it, the more uncalm his heart was, and the clearer his beautiful face became.

It's hard to suppress, this kind of mood makes Yichen happy and painful, and it's really uncomfortable......

Beauty is like dry bones, that is the realm of the master, I am really much worse, just listening to the voice, I feel that my heart is like a mess, cut constantly, and the reason is still messy.

On weekdays, I can say it myself, but if I am dealing with other people, I only need to talk about the meaning of the Dharma Sutra, and I don't care if they understand it or not, how profound and how to say it.

But now for the Sanskrit sound of the night, for some reason, I can't say a word, and I want to stop talking.

Amitabha, is this the doom of fate?

Since you can't get rid of it, then you can just face the difficulties, sacrifice the small self to complete the big self, no, no, no, you must abide by your own heart, and you must not be affected by the demons in your heart.

For a while, Yichen's heart was chaotic, and his choice became more and more uncertain.

"Senior brother, you are here. ”

Just when Yichen was tangled, when his heart was about to be lost, a rough voice came from the mouth of the alley.

The two of them followed the sound and saw that it was Zhiguang who had come to find someone.

Suddenly, Yichen must have seen some savior in his heart, his eyes lit up, and he was extremely excited.

Ye Fanyin is a dark face, a good opportunity, why did a rough monk suddenly appear, it was really disappointing, it seems that this time it was blown again.