Monk Jingsi touched his bald head embarrassedly, he secretly glanced at the master Puzhen Monk Yan, and made sure that the master did not mean not to allow himself to speak, so he dared to say: "Lao Tzu...... No, the lay name of the poor monk is indeed An Jingsi. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Because my master said that I have too much anger in my body, and I have not yet realized the true meaning of Buddhism, and only when my mind is at peace and I am truly benevolent, can I be regarded as a real monk. Only then will he give me a real Dharma name.

"But then again, poor ...... There is no shortage of names for poor monks, and Lao Tzu ...... No, when the poor monk was eating and drinking in the Huangchao Righteous Army, he also gave himself a majestic name, called 'Song Qiyun'!"

Li Jing, as a hybrid of the Shatuo and Khitan peoples, has always paid close attention to the vulgar, and when she heard the monk Jingsi say this, she immediately replied: "Oh, your surname is 'An', which is a common surname of the Shatuo people. The Hu people are not easy to mix in the Han crowd and are easy to be ostracized, no wonder you wanted to take the Han name back then, but what is the prestige of this 'riding cloud'?"

Monk Jingsi scratched his head embarrassedly, "It's really hard to speak." ”

Li Jing faked anger and said, "Just say it!"

Monk Jingsi then leaned into her ear and whispered: "We Shatuo people call visiting the kiln 'riding a mule', and we are poor...... The poor monk felt that the feeling of riding a mule was really fluttering, as if riding on the clouds, so it was called 'riding the clouds', which is not majestic!"

Li Jing heard "Phew!", "No wonder your master is unwilling to accept you as a real monk, let alone a monk, even the face of the Shatuo people has been lost by you." I heard my master say that my father was also a Shatuo people, and he was also a great hero among the Shatuo people. The Shatuo people should have more people like him and fewer people like you!"

Monk Jingsi snorted unconvinced, "Who is your father, is he so powerful, why don't you report your real name and listen!"

Li Jing stammered a little and said, "Really...... I don't know the name, but he's ...... He's the big hero, it's just ...... It's just that I've never seen him since I was a kid. At the end, her voice became weaker and weaker, and it was hard to hear, and there was a faint cry.

Monk Jingsi was about to cry when he saw this little girl, and he hated women crying the most. I thought that if I continued, this girl was afraid that she was going to cry out loud, and she was afraid that she would not be able to coax her at that time, so it was better to shut up early. Thinking of this, he stopped arguing with her, and muttered a few words to himself.

Monk Puzhen had been walking silently, ignoring the long and short words of these two people, but after hearing Li Jing's words just now, he suddenly turned his head to look at her, staring at her face in a state of melancholy.

Seeing that he was staring at him for a long time, Li Jing felt a little strange in her heart, and asked, "Master, I ...... Do I have dirt on my face?"

When the monk Puzhen heard her voice, he woke up from a distant reverie. He realized his gaffe, hurriedly stopped, and saluted her with his hands together: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the female donor, the old man was thinking about something just now, please forgive me!"

After apologizing, he reverted to his usual silence. This silence gradually spread between the three of them, and even Li Jing felt that if she talked more at this time, it would be greatly inappropriate, and I was afraid that it would make the two monks unhappy.

She endured the stinging pain in her back and ran after the second monk, while secretly looking at the Puzhen monk who was running in front of her. I saw that this old monk had an ordinary figure and different clothes, and even the bald head was so round that it couldn't be more ordinary. is such an ordinary person, somehow he has such a profound martial arts, and even the bronze horse is easily forced to retreat by him, which really makes her a little puzzled.

The second monk walked very fast, she felt the stinging pain on her back becoming more and more intense, and her body gradually began to struggle, if she slackened a little, she would not be able to keep up with the pace of the two monks.

In this way, she struggled to follow behind the second monk, and after walking non-stop for more than an hour, the dawn gradually came, and the morning sun blew away the clouds in the eastern sky, illuminating the earth with warmth. But she could no longer walk, and bent over to gasp for air, rubbing her hand against the stinging spot in her back. Although the true qi from the copper saber did not damage her skin, it caused her a lot of internal injuries.

Seeing this, the second monk stopped, and the monk Jingsi shouted at her: "Hey, little girl, can you still hold on, we still have to walk for more than half a day to get to the place!"

Li Jing waved her hand again and again, "I have a back injury and I can't walk anymore." We've gone so far, and I guess the bronze horse won't chase after us again. Either the two masters will go first, and I'll find a place to hide myself!"

Monk Jingsi frowned, "How can this be done? In case he catches up, you alone will have no one to help you." He walked towards Li Jing and leaned down to carry her to walk. Unintentionally, his eyes fell on her beautiful face, and for a moment his heart was moved, his head was full of confusion, and he stood in place in a daze, not even knowing where to put his two hands.

Monk Puzhen saw that his junior disciple was lustful again, and he was struggling in the sea of desire, so he shouted at him: "Jingsi, Jingsi, wake up, you must firmly abide by the precepts of the monk!"

Monk Jingsi came to his senses when he heard the master's shout, and he broke out in a cold sweat. He understood that this woman's color was the first great commandment of Buddhism, and if he dared to violate this precept, not to mention that it would be difficult to enter Buddhism for the rest of his life, even the master would not be able to spare himself, so he hurriedly retreated to the side, and recited his most boring "Lengyan Sutra" in his mouth, so as to calm down his chaotic heart.

When Monk Puzhen saw his apprentice's appearance, he couldn't help sighing, he stepped forward and tried Li Jing's pulse, "It's just a small injury, it's not a big deal, and please don't worry about the female donor!"

Li Jing was so hurt that tears were about to flow out, "Master, I'm dying of pain, you still say it's okay!"

Monk Puzhen smiled: "It's okay, it's okay!"

He pushed Li Jing around, so that her back was to him, and then slapped it lightly, pressing his five fingers on the acupoints on her back. The light action made Li Jing unconscious.

Li Jing turned her back to the old monk, and she didn't know what he was doing to herself. She quietly examined it carefully, and did not feel that he was instilling true qi in her own healing. However, due to the situation, she endured the impatience in her heart, did not move, and waited for about half a cup of tea.

Suddenly, she noticed that Monk Puzhen had turned from behind her back to her at some point, and asked in some surprise, "Master, what ......is this?" )