The bell rang in the early morning, and the inside of the Empty Buddha Temple was as usual.

On the mountain road, there are already little monks who come out to clean, they come before dawn, the bell rings, it is the finishing stage, the fallen leaves on the mountain road have been cleaned up a lot, there are birdsong from time to time in the dense forest, the air is mixed with the fragrance of the soil, everything is so calm.

In the temple, the monks finished breakfast and began their training day.

At the bottom of the mountain road, Puhua was barefoot and stopped under a maple tree.

A young monk who swept the floor recognized him and shouted, "The abbot has returned." ”

This sound had already gathered the eyes of all the monks who were cleaning the mountain road, and some of them were in high places, and they stopped what they were doing and ran to the front to see.

These little monks didn't know about Puhua's matter, Puhua's face was as quiet as when he went down the mountain that day.

He usually treats these people, and it's still good.

These little monks all looked curiously at Puhua on the first step of the mountain road, and when they saw him stop under this maple tree for a long time, they were all a little curious about what he was doing.

At this time, Puhua's mind was full of memories.

After a few months, he lived like a year, perhaps, he was still the compassionate monk.

It was twenty years ago, and ten-year-old Puhua came here with Hong Xin and planted this maple tree here.

Hong Xin told Puhua that big trees can grow freely, but small trees can't, so he needs to get up early every morning, come out on time every night, and water them once in the morning and evening.

Puhua respected his master's life, and after ten years, he finally waited for this maple tree to grow as tall as the one next to him.

After that, Puhua did not come out to water once, and he had already gradually forgotten about this tree, if it wasn't for the accidental memory of this trip, I am afraid that these memories have long disappeared in my mind.

Since Hongxin's retreat, Puhua has forgotten how long it has been since he asked Master for scriptures.

This time when he went up the mountain again, Puhua was no longer the abbot in charge, he was just a passer-by.

On the mountain road, Puhua walked slowly, and the small monks around all around performed Buddhist rituals. The mountain gate was wide open, but it was a few brothers and sisters who greeted him as usual.

Puhua stepped forward, folded his hands and said, "Amitabha." ”

"Amitabha. "A few brothers returned the salute to the Buddha.

After the ceremony, Pushan raised his head and said, "Senior brother, Master invites you over." “

Puhua took a deep breath and felt a lot more relaxed: "I'll go now." “

The brothers and sisters got out of the way, and Puhua slowly walked in, following the familiar road, all the way forward. During this period, after passing through the martial arts training ground with a large number of monks, and walking past the pulpit, no one noticed that this monk with his head down and his steps a little hurried was their head abbot.

Puhua walked to the back cliff, and there was no one.

I saw Puhua first Buddha salute, and then said: "Disciple Puhua, meet the three masters." “

"You're back. “

A familiar voice came from behind him, Puhua was shocked, and when he looked back, Hong Xin was already standing not far behind him.

Puhua said Master, and he stopped talking.

Hong Xin said lightly: "You have killing in your hands, and in this pure land of Buddhism, it is inevitable that you will be unhappy." And meditate with the teacher to seek compassion. ”

"Yes. "Puhua has always been very obedient and has never let Hong Xin worry about it.

......

Jiuxuanmen martial arts training ground.

Xiao Shifeng was in a good mood, sitting on the sidelines of the martial arts training ground and watching these young Jiuxuanmen disciples practice swords and martial arts.

Yi Wentong stood quietly beside him, and he was also much more energetic.

Xiao Shifeng turned his head to look at Yi Wentong, quite puzzled: "I told you, there is a chair over there, you can just move one and sit down." ”

Yi Wentong hurriedly said: "Xuankong Zhenren said that the root of my illness has not been cured, and if you sit for a long time, your breath will not be smooth, and if your breath is not smooth, you will hurt your body, so it is better to stand." ”

Xiao Shifeng frowned: "Didn't you tell me that everything was fine?"

Yi Wentong said embarrassedly: "There is still a little root cause that has not been completely removed. The real person said that it would take a month to travel the True Qi again before it could fully recover as before. “

Xiao Shifeng nodded with satisfaction: "As long as it can be cured." “

The two of them have been familiar with each other for a long time, so they approached each other and silently watched these young people in Taichung come and go, comparing swords and fists, but they didn't feel embarrassed.

After a while, Xiao Shifeng seemed to see something: "Wentong, take a look, is that female disciple over there the one who found you?"

Yi Wentong looked at it intently and said with a smile: "Your Majesty has good eyesight." ”

Xiao Shifeng became interested: "Let's see if you can call her." ”

Yi Wentong frowned, looking a little embarrassed.

Xiao Shifeng asked, "What's the matter?"

Yi Wentong said with a smile: "This little girl has been competing with me all the way, if I hadn't let her, I'm afraid she might not be able to appear on Taiqing Mountain with me." ”

Xiao Shifeng was also happy: "The dignified thief of Saint Yi Wentong, how can you be so humble to this little girl?"

Yi Wen channel: "It's not a secret, he is the daughter of the thief Tang Ao, I was as famous as him back then, and I also had a relationship, but unfortunately Tang Ao later married his wife and withdrew from the rivers and lakes, and after all, he failed to compare with him." This little girl has won the true legend of Tang Ao, although the light work has not yet become a climate, but compared with the same age, it is a world of difference, and in time, it will become a great tool. ”

"Oh?" Xiao Shifeng was more interested: "You can't call, I can." ”

After Xiao Shifeng finished speaking, he fought and shouted, "Tang Woman, come to my side." ”

With this shout, many people's eyes focused on Xiao Shifeng's side, and Tang Xiaoxiao also noticed it, and it took a long time to realize that he was calling himself.

Seeing Xiao Shifeng beckoning to him, Tang Xiaoxiao pointed at himself and confirmed it again, and sure enough, Xiao Shifeng nodded.

The first word that came to Tang Xiaoxiao's mind was that it was difficult for the king's fate, she just hesitated for a moment, and then walked in the direction of Xiao Shifeng.

When he approached, Tang Xiao called out to His Majesty in a small voice.

Xiao Shifeng raised his eyebrows: "You go and get a chair to sit on." ”

Tang Xiaoxiao saw that Yi Wentong was also standing, and felt that it was inappropriate, and shook his head like a rattle.

Xiao Shifeng frowned and said, "What, am I a man-eating beast or a blood-sucking ghost?" ”

Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, and he hurriedly explained: "Your Majesty is not, Your Majesty is not. ”

Xiao Shifeng said with a serious face: "I ordered you to go and get a chair and sit in front of me, I have something to ask you." ”

"Obey!" Tang Xiaoxiao had no choice but to fetch a chair and sit next to Xiao Shifeng.

Xiao Shifeng was in a good mood, and the serious look on his face disappeared all of a sudden, replaced by a comfortable face: "Since you are Tang Ao's daughter, you should be regarded as having a teacher's inheritance, why do you still come here to Jiuxuanmen?"

Tang Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, and said: "Actually, everything is just a mistake, just fate." ”

Xiao Shifeng glanced at Tang Xiaoxiao and asked Tang Xiaoxiao to continue.

Tang Xiaoxiaofang continued: "Actually, I never thought of going to this Taiqing Mountain to be a disciple of the Nine Xuanmen before. But now I'm feeling good. As long as I go down the mountain, the people under the mountain will respect me as a heroine when they see me dressed as a Jiuxuanmen, but if I continue to steal things, then I may not dare to see people openly now. ”