The firewood is half-open and half-hidden, and the birds are singing among the green pines and ancient cypresses.

Standing outside the Lotus Temple, looking at the lush environment inside, there was an indescribable sense of purity for a while.

Killing walked in front, put his little head into the wood door first, rolled his eyes slightly, and when he looked up, he found that there was also a pair of eyes looking at him.

After being stunned for a blink of an eye, the young monk in the door immediately danced as if he was suffering from madness.

In the end, he directly picked up the little head of the killing and watched it non-stop, even if the killing struggled and didn't pay attention to it at all.

"Oh, Senior Brother Guanshan, let me go quickly, if you don't let go, my head will be broken by you!" Killing shouted loudly.

Only then did the young monk realize that there was still a young benefactor standing behind the killing, so he put down the killing, sorted out his emotions, and became solemn and abnormal.

However, it can be seen that the moment he saw the killing, his joy was beyond words, and they were also very worried about the killing and running away for many days.

"Killing, where have you been these days, do you know that the master sent the brothers to look everywhere and didn't find it, and when you see the master in a while, you will wait to chant the scriptures in front of the wall!"

After that, Guanshan clasped his hands together and nodded politely to Luobei.

"Is Master really so angry? Where is he now? Senior Brother Guanshan, you have to intercede for me later!" said Kill with an innocent look in his eyes.

Then he pulled Luo Bei and introduced to his senior brother: "Senior brother, this is my new good friend, his name is Luo Bei, he is very good, and the senior brothers will definitely like him......"

He looked up at Luo Bei and said to him again: "This is my eleventh senior brother, whose legal name is Guanshan, and he is responsible for the organization of the scriptures in the courtyard!"

Luo Bei also learned to watch the mountain with his hands folded, and said lightly: "I've seen the eleventh senior brother!"

Guanshan touched the bald head of the little junior brother and said: "Killing is the youngest junior brother in the temple, although he is usually a little naughty, but his heart is innocent and clear, and the person he likes must be excellent......"

After speaking, he took the monk's robe on the killing body and said, "Hurry up and change into a clean one, so that you can go with me to see the master!"

Luo Bei smiled secretly, since he knew Killing, he had seen that his gray robe had changed from oil to oil, until finally it was shiny, and it was a little it, and he was a little disgusted at first, but now he has long been used to it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the gate of the temple, he was picked up by his senior brother and asked him to change into clean clothes.

Killing stuck out his tongue, naturally it was not good to refuse again, but he subconsciously hugged the package behind him with one hand, as if he was afraid of being snatched by his senior brother.

Killing was taken by Senior Brother Guanshan to the meditation room next to him to change clothes, leaving Luobei to wander around the courtyard casually.

Luo Bei walked in front of the glazed pagoda in the middle of the temple, and in front of him was a large incense burner, in which incense ashes were scattered.

In addition, there are some low meditation rooms around, and in the corner there is a place where monks practice martial arts, and several tall poplar trees have just rejuvenated a little bit of life, and the leaves have not yet been smoked, but the green that has broken out of the cocoon and reborn is already obvious.

Monks come and go in the courtyard, some carrying firewood and grass, some carrying buckets, some people are cleaning the incense ashes in the incense burner, and some people are cleaning the courtyard.

However, no one stepped forward to ask Luobei what he was doing by hanging around.

Luobei walked back to the glazed tower from under the poplar, and the warm sunset shone on the glazed tiles on the tower, forming a long, long shadow in the northeast corner.

Luo Bei stood in front of the glazed pagoda, looking at the golden statue of the Buddha sitting in the middle of the main hall on the first floor inside, his eyes were compassionate and peaceful, and the smoke was curling in the incense burner in front of him.

Turning the Buddha statue in the middle, there is a staircase that goes up layer by layer, and in the stairwell, an old man in a gray monk's robe is cleaning the staircase seriously and slowly.

Looking at everything in the temple that was busy and unflustered, looking at the old back, Luo Bei found that his heart was unusually calm.

"Looks like this trip is really the right one!"

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At this time, it was getting late, and the killing staggered over, and changed into a clean monk's robe, which was not too big or too small.

Luo Bei looked at it, it was much more refreshing now, but what made him strange was that Kill Sheng was still carrying that bulging package, which meant that he couldn't leave an inch.

Killing the life fiddled with the clothes on his body, as if the awkwardness inherent in a naughty teenager being forced to put on new clothes by his elders.

As soon as he looked up, he saw that Luo Bei was looking at him, then shook the placket in his hand, didn't care anymore, quickened his pace, and came to Luo Bei's side.

"Let's go, let's go see Master together!" said Killing, grabbing Luo Bei's sleeve.

Luo Bei glanced behind him a few times, but he didn't see the eleventh senior brother Guanshan who left with him, so he asked, "Isn't the eleventh senior brother together?"

Killing Sheng grinned and said, "He's a nerd, he rarely comes out of the library."

Luo Bei shook his head, it seems that the monks in this temple are really strange.

So, the two walked into the main hall on the first floor of the glazed tower, the door in front of the hall was very high, the door panel was painted red, and it was made of very heavy wood.

The fragrance in the main hall is curling, hanging a lot of symbols that Luobei can't understand the wall hanging, gently tilting your head, you can see the statue of Shakyamuni Buddha in the center at close range, there are Bodhisattvas and Arhats on both sides, the golden statue of the Buddha is extremely compassionate, but the Arhats around him have different expressions, and even some angry eyebrows, some ugly as evil.

At this time, several monks seemed to be arranging something in front of the hall, and they all smiled and greeted Kill Sheng and Luo Bei.

Killi told Luo Bei that it was preparing for the evening class, and after the sun went down, they would sit here and chant for about an hour.

As they spoke, they walked towards the apse, which was the staircase that Luo Bei had just seen outside the hall that had been cleaned, from where they were going up to the third floor, where the abbot, the master of killing, was at the moment.

When he walked up to the second floor, Luo Bei saw the gray-robed old monk again, bending over and meticulously sweeping the stairs.

He wore a cloth hat like a monk's robe on his head, a white beard and white eyebrows, and the wrinkles on his face were as deep as the bark of a century-old tree.

Although the monk was a little thin, he could still be seen to be tall, and he must have been extremely burly when he was young.

When Luo Bei and Kill walked not far from him, the monk was still repeating the action of cleaning, as if he didn't hear the footsteps behind him at all.

Killing told Luo Beidao, "This is Master Dumb ......" and then he pointed to his ear and waved his hand again.

"He can't hear it"

After speaking, Kill actually jumped directly in front of Dumb Ran, held his arm and shook it while saying, "Master Dumb, I'm back, do you remember me?"

Dumbly raised his head slowly, every movement of his was very slow, I don't know if it was too old or the cleaning action was too long and seemed stiff.

Smiling dumbly, the old hand touched the little bald head of the killer, and then pointed to it, probably telling him that the abbot was on it at the moment.

It was not easy for Killsheng to let go of the dumb and take Luobei to the third layer.

When Luo Bei walked past Dumb Ran, he nodded towards Dumb Ran with a gentle smile.

He also looked at Luo Bei dumbly, his old face was expressionless, and he just lowered his head slightly, which was regarded as a return gift.

I don't know why, Luo Bei has a feeling that this old monk who has been cleaning the glazed pagoda will give him a sense of déjà vu for a moment, which makes him feel an inexplicable sense of nervousness.

He couldn't even tell himself, he had never seen the emperor or those noble people hidden in the mountains, and at that moment he thought of a figure who once looked down on the world.

It's so weird, but fortunately, it quickly reaches the third layer with Killing.

Standing at the entrance of the ladder on the second floor, the old monk held the broom with both hands, and kept looking at the place where the two figures had disappeared, as if he was also a little distracted.

His old face was full of traces of time like a knife and an axe, and in the long time of sweeping the tower, he rarely had emotional fluctuations in the face of everything and everything.

At this moment, he turned his gaze slightly, lowered his head in an instant, and after a short pause, began to seriously sweep every trace of dust he stepped on again.

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The three-story meditation room is mainly used by the abbot to entertain guests, and at this moment the door of the meditation room is hidden, and there is no sound inside.

Killing carefully opened the crack in the door, and looked in with a thief's eyes.

I saw a monk sitting in the meditation room playing a game, and no one spoke, but you and I fell down.

Luo Bei stood behind Killing, unable to see anything, and just as Killsheng wanted to retract his head, he heard a "bell", and something hit the door frame.

Killing was suddenly startled, but at this time, he heard the voice of the old man inside like a bell: "Since you have brought back the guests, you can come in and watch it generously!"

Knowing that it was the master who spoke, Kill stuck out his tongue at him.

Luo Bei was a little surprised, he had been standing very close to the killing station, knowing that the two of them did not make any obvious sounds, and the people inside did not seem to see them, this subtle cultivation skill can be seen.

Kill Sheng looked back at Luo Bei, Luo Bei couldn't see a little panic in his eyes, but a little elated, I don't know if he was young and fearless, and he didn't even have a little fear of running away for so long and was about to face the master's reproach or even punishment.

But the killer walked in very carefully, and even a little tiptoeing.

When Luo Bei walked into the meditation room, he couldn't help but be completely surprised when he saw the Taoist sitting opposite the old monk.

That person was none other than the bitter bamboo that rescued him and brought him to the Half Moon Tower.

When the Taoist saw Luo Bei walk in, there was no surprise in his eyes, but he smiled at him and said, "I didn't expect us to meet again so soon!"

Luo Bei also sighed in his heart, it was indeed unexpected, there was a feeling that a monkey could not escape Wuzhi Mountain.

However, Luo Bei's eyes were full of gratitude when he saw the Taoist, after all, it was the Taoist who saved him, and the moment he saw him, the feeling of the strong wine piercing his intestines suddenly appeared in his throat again.

"Hello Master!"

Kuzhu beckoned to Luo Bei, and then pointed to the chess game that was playing against the old monk, but did not speak, but let him watch it by himself.

Sitting opposite the bitter bamboo was a kind old monk, his long face was slightly red, and the monk's robe on his body was very wide.

Luo Bei stood next to the chess game and looked down carefully, only to see that the black and white pieces were scattered vertically and horizontally, like the yin and yang wonderland in the Liangyi diagram, still in the chessboard, but it seemed to collide and blend with the two turbid gases.

It turned out that the chess game played by this monk was not only the way of the game, but also a comparison of the cultivation of the two for more than ten years, but it all fell on this black and white son.

Even Luo Bei himself wondered why a good chess game had turned into a fantasy in his opinion.

Master Wu'an fell down with difficulty, but there was no sense of relief on his face, and he sighed: "Senior Brother Kuzhu, I'm afraid you and I will have to wait another three and five years for this game to have an ending!"

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