Master Night Chief has something to say?" Liangchen looked at the fat monk, not knowing what his intentions were.

The fat monk nodded, pointed to the cloth bag in his hand and waved his hand, with a disgusted expression, and then pointed to Liangchen's waist, nodding again and again with a bright eye.

"Senior brother is praising your spiritual tea for being delicious!" the thin monk saw Liangchen's confused expression and explained on the side.

"Thank you little master for the compliment! Yesterday I heard the master's teachings, as if I had an epiphany, although my spiritual tea is sweet and delicious, but only in terms of aftertaste, it is still the mountain dew tea you picked has a longer aftertaste. Before Liangchen finished speaking, the fat monk's head was like a rattle, and then he pointed to the cloth bag in his hand, waved his hand and shook his head, squeezing his eyebrows and shaking his whole body, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Haha!" Liangchen couldn't help but laugh when he saw his funny appearance.

"I'll give you a few kinds of spiritual tea. He took out a few clay pots of different shapes and handed them to the fat monk, and then took out two spirit fruits and divided them between the two of them to eat.

The fat monk's face was overjoyed, and he immediately put the spiritual tea into the cloth bag, then reached out to take the spiritual fruit, "clicked", and bit off most of it.

The sweet juice with a faint aura instantly made him want to praise happily, and the voice reached his throat, but he stopped abruptly, and only let out "Uh.. Huh.." grunt.

Seeing his appearance, the thin monk shook his head and sighed, and when he turned his head, he saw Liangchen looking at him, his eyes were clear, sincere and simple, and he was no longer hypocritical.

"Amitabha! Thank you, Lord. He thanked him, then took the spirit fruit and gently wiped it with his sleeve, and then took a bite.

"Top!"

"There are one hundred and nine kinds of fruits on this mountain, the small half is difficult to swallow, the small half is barely in the mouth, only three percent are refreshing and sweet, your fruit is good, you can rank in the top ten!" the thin monk nodded.

"Uh~uh~" The fat monk next to him heard the praise, nodded with his nose and echoed, and then suddenly shook his head after listening to the senior brother, stretched out a hand and spread his fingers.

"You can't make it to the top five, right?" the thin monk retorted when he saw his finger.

The fat monk nodded heavily, and then shook his chubby palm like a banana fan.

"You suddenly changed to a new taste, in terms of aura, it is estimated that it is only about twenty, but the taste is unique, and I am only in the top ten. ”

The thin monk took another bite of the spirit fruit and confirmed.

When the fat monk heard this, he suddenly had a sneering expression, waved his hand, and didn't want to waste his tongue with him anymore, turned his face and stretched out his hand to Liangchen to gesture a five!

Liangchen saw that the two of them could even raise the bar by practicing closed-mouth meditation, and suddenly felt a little ridiculous, so he took out two spirit fruits again and handed them to the two of them.

When the fat monk saw it, his eyes suddenly glowed golden, and he reached out and took it and stuffed it into his mouth.

After eating the spirit fruit, looking satisfied, he stretched out five fingers again, thought for a while, and curled up one more, leaving four.

"Top ten!" the thin monk didn't want to comment, but he stretched out his hand to speak again.

The fat monk was suddenly a little unhappy, folded his hands, pointed at himself and waved his hand, then pointed to his mouth with one hand, patted his stomach, and waved his hand at the thin monk with the other.

"Although it makes sense, it's still in the top ten!" the thin monk shook his head when he saw him gesticulate.

"Hmph~" The fat monk snorted, turned his head and stopped talking to the thin monk again, and walked forward by himself.

"What does that gesture mean?" asked Liangchen, puzzled.

"Hehe, my junior brother said: chanting scriptures and reciting Buddha, he is not as good as me, if you talk about eating and drinking, I am not as good as him. The thin monk explained with a smile.

"Haha. I see!" Liangchen couldn't help but laugh.

The three of them walked leisurely along the mountain road while laughing, and Liangchen took the opportunity to ask some doubts about cultivation, and under the short answer, he felt that he had gradually touched that threshold.

When he returned to the temple, he immediately took out the wooden card and began to cultivate.

It turns out that this Buddhist Heart Sutra is a little different from ordinary Buddhist martial arts, and the Heart Sutra mainly cultivates Buddha nature, so as to improve the fusion effect of the Buddha Bead, so it all depends on understanding.

If you want to improve your understanding, you must understand the meaning of the scriptures, and you must understand the allusions and Zen principles behind them, so that you can understand the Heart Sutra as soon as possible.

Although this scripture is short and concise, there is a lengthy allusion to each verse, and several Zen teachings can be derived.

In this way, I only explained two sentences along the way, and I have already arrived at the temple.

But these two sentences are enough for him to have a good experience.

He pondered what he had just said, and began to realize his thoughts.

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In this way, he often consulted and enlightened every day, and time drifted by like flowing water.

By the time he had completed all of this Heart Sutra, it had been half a year later.

And in the past half a year, the Yuan Ying in his body has finally made another breakthrough, not only can the ten fingers of both hands run freely, but even the head can also do some small rotations, and the mana that can be called in the dantian has also reached about 20%.

And Liangchen has also established a deep friendship with two little monks, especially the fat monk.

As long as he walked out of the temple gate, he followed closely behind Liangchen, staring at the storage bag around his waist.

I can't eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas outside, and the spiritual fruits on the mountain have long been tired of eating, and the seemingly endless storage bag of Liangchen has simply become a holy object in the heart of the fat monk!

And after getting along for so long, Liangchen no longer needs the thin monk's paraphrase, and he can read many of his sign languages.

On this day, Liangchen once again followed the two little monks out of the temple and began to practice turning the mountain once a month.

Turning the mountain is to measure the entire mountain peak with footsteps, so as to experience all things in heaven and earth, and realize the Tao and practice.

You can't use supernatural powers such as flying or teleporting, so it takes a whole day to come and go.

Liangchen is boring because of the boring practice, so it is natural that you will not miss the monthly mountain turn.

And since he heard that there were one hundred and nine kinds of fruit on this mountain, of course he had to taste them one by one. It's just that this fruit is in different seasons, and less than 30% of it has been picked so far.

"This fruit is called 6 out of 90! The taste is sour with bitterness, bitterness with astringency, astringency with numbness, and sourness in hemp! Just taste it, and you can have a bitter mouth for a day!" The short day said, pointing to a peach-sized green fruit.

"Ninety-six fruits! That's at the bottom of the rankings!" Liangchen muttered and stepped forward.

According to the two monks, just because there were too many spiritual fruits on the mountain, the two of them racked their brains to name them at the beginning, and later they directly called them according to the taste ranking.

He had long been accustomed to this strange name, so he reached out and picked a few of them and put them in the storage bag, then picked up another one and bit it down.

"Hiss~" Although he had been prepared for the introduction, he was still gasped by the smell of the fruit. I wanted to vomit directly, but I thought of a few words of bitterness, and gritted my teeth and slowly ate it.

The fat monk next to him was puzzled when he saw this, and he didn't know why Liangchen tortured himself like this.

This guest has an easy-going personality, a bit like a big brother. is thoughtful, and a little like the second senior brother. I like to eat it more, otherwise why is the storage bag on my waist full of all kinds of spirit fruits, and even the fruit ranked ninety-sixth, I am much more powerful than myself!

The fat monk thought in his heart, and couldn't help but admire Qiliangchen even more.