All my life, my disciples are born intelligent, this is a phrase that Zen masters often say to others.

But he would never say this to a lifelong monk, because it is better to praise his disciple for his intelligence than to praise his disciple for his hard work, and a lifelong monk happens to be the most hard-working little monk in the entire Zhongzhou.

"Sometimes I'm jealous of my life's talent, because it's a kind of effort that I've only seen in myself. The righteous Zen master couldn't help but say to Xuehai, but Xuehai said: "There is no difference, no matter how talented he is, he will eventually become my most important chess piece in Zhongzhou Buddhism." ”

The Righteous Path Zen Master's understanding of the Dharma comes from the sea of blood, and the lifelong monk studied under the Righteous Path Zen Master, so to say that at the very beginning of the monk's cultivation path in his life, he has been marked with the means of the "Sea of Blood", no matter how many achievements the monk has after his life, he will be controlled by the sea of blood -

"But my disciple has embarked on a new path in his life!" When the righteous path Zen master said this, there was indescribable pride in his tone, although he could not see his people, but he could hear his smile, and his mana fluctuations were not limited to this city, but covered the entire city.

"He is not under the control of the mana of the sea of blood!" said the righteous Zen master, how high-spirited he was.

While the city was talking, the lines on the fourth wooden door flickered faintly, but these seven wooden doors had always been like this, and no monk noticed.

"Even if he studied the method of the Blood Sea Sect, it also originated from the Buddhist scriptures, and I gave him the Buddhist scriptures and the Blood Sea's understanding of the scriptures and classics, and in the end, he realized the Tao on the scriptures. Such a great talent, I have never heard of the righteous path, that time I really believe that there are gods and Buddhas between heaven and earth, this is the Bodhisattva blessed the Buddha's manifestation, and then I will let him go to the four directions on his own——"

"I haven't learned the sea of blood in my life, that little thing seems to have something to do with me. Tang Qian whispered, if he didn't want people to hear it, naturally he didn't hear it, the surrounding monks didn't pay attention to him, Tang Qian just muttered softly, and the Northern Underworld Daoist glanced at him, Zhong Tianshi looked at his nose, nose, mouth, mouth, and heart, even if he heard it, he pretended not to hear it, Hua Suwen raised his eyebrows, his hand was in his sleeve, and he pinched it.

A lifelong monk lowered his eyebrows.

It does have something to do with Tang Qian.

It is not difficult to enter the Buddha Kingdom of Zhongzhou, its entrance is in Zhongzhou, but its body is not even in the Quartet Realm, the four directions of heaven and earth, this is the concept of most monks, but when the cultivation is gradually improved, the monks gradually discover the cascading space, and there are all kinds of magical secret realms hidden in the heaven and earth.

For example, the Osprey Village where Tang Qian used to be, the space where it was located was independent of the Quartet Realm, but it was close to it, and many monks would enter it through some spatial magic circles.

The Buddha Kingdom of Zhongzhou is one of the largest of this kind of secret realms, and it extends in all directions, not only connecting the four worlds, but also connecting many other secret realms.

That year, that day.

The wind is light.

In the Buddha Kingdom Zhengdao Temple, a little monk is holding two books as if he is carrying a treasure, one of which is a Buddhist scripture, and the other is a thicker commentary

It was given to him by Master today.

This Zhengdao Temple was given to the master by the Buddha Kingdom after the master's achievement and return to the void, but there are only two of them in the entire Zhengdao Temple, and the Zhengdao Zen master will not claim to be the presiding officer, and he, the so-called big disciple who opens the door, has nothing to call the little disciple or anything.

Inside and outside the temple, the chores up and down the mountain are all done by themselves.

And he is just a little monk, because he doesn't even have a Dharma name, and the master said that when he understands these two books, he can have a Dharma name.

"So those two books are some kind of treasure, and you've been looking at them and giggling for a long time. Suddenly, a voice startled the little monk, and on the side of the courtyard wall of the Zhengdao Temple, which was not very high, there was a young man squatting.

The young man's clothes were a little tattered, he carried a broken sword that was not a sword on his back, and he also carried a half-human-high cage in his hand, in which many scrolls were inserted, which seemed to be calligraphy and paintings, and there were many bottles and cans hanging underneath.

The little monk knew that his master was very powerful, although he hadn't been together for a few days, but he already knew that he was higher than many old monks in this Buddha country, just because his master had never entered any monk's door wall, and suddenly his cultivation rose sharply, soaring to 90,000 miles, and then no one in the Buddha country could be the master's master, so he casually lined up a very high backup, and then his own backup was also high and scary.

However, there is no object on the whole mountain that can allow the little monk to show off his illustrious master, but there is one at this time.

"Hey, do you know whose temple this is, how can you come casually?" The little monk didn't know how to show off, but asked a few questions first, and then waited for the other party to ask, "Who are you?" to be able to answer his master's name.

The young man laughed: "I'm just here to collect wind, I won't bother...... It's so plain to talk like this, and I don't think it's right for me, but it's for a strange figure I've recently drawn. The young man spoke, but it seemed to be talking to himself, and the little monk was confused.

This man is a madman.

Then the young man jumped down from the courtyard wall, pulled out a picture scroll, stretched out his finger and pointed at the scroll, and the picture scroll seemed to be spread on the table, floating in front of the young man, who sat cross-legged.

The little monk's eyes were full of surprise, this is a spell, he didn't even gather his aura, and the master said that he would have anything if he understood the book.

Pull out a brush that has been forked and is in very bad condition.

"Hey, this is my master's temple, what are you going to do here, you weirdo?" said Xiao He angrily, but the young man pressed his freshly shaved bald head: "Don't interfere with adults and children." ”

The little monk felt that since this strange man knew mana, he would definitely not be able to beat him, so he shut up and looked at the painting.

This is a picture of mountains and rivers, the little monk just glanced at it and recognized that this is the landscape around the Zhengdao Temple, but at the second glance he found that he was already standing in it, mountains and rivers, fish leaping and birds singing, immersive.

He was a little fascinated by it, but

It's all of a sudden that everything has become a passing cloud, it's all ink, so since it's fake, where do you stand?

The sky fell, and the little monk closed his eyes and shouted in fright.

Then he was picked up by the young man, and when he opened his eyes, he was still in the monastery: "Little bald, let me tell you, I'm just here to paint your monastery, don't make trouble for me." The young man looked unhappy: "I'm not here to help watch the children." ”

"Take a break, take a break. An old Taoist priest was in front of the big Buddha in the main hall of the Zhengdao Temple at this time, and said with a smile.

The righteous path Zen master was a little strange: "Brother Beiming Dao—"

The Northern Underworld Daoist hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't, although I will return to the void first, but this is still a mundane matter, and I need to take an old friend to pay off the debt." ”

The righteous path Zen master asked, "What debt?"

The Northern Immortal Daoist said: "I once offended the disciples of the Open Immortal Seat with two friends, and made a big fuss in the realm of the Open Sect, and the Enlightened Immortal didn't know who did it at that time, and then the time passed, and I knew that it was me but I couldn't do it to me, after all, we are all returning to the void ......" The Northern Underworld Daoist stopped talking here, and the righteous Zen master bowed his head.

The battle between the void is difficult for heaven and earth to resist, so there is a tacit understanding between the void and rarely moves.

"So we put forward the condition that we should repay the things we did with some valuable items, and one of the friends at that time was erratic, so the two of us came first and took some Buddhist landscapes as one of the conditions for reparation. ”

Take away the landscape, whether it is to take away the landscape map, or take the aura of the landscape, the two have their own tacit understanding, the Buddha has a monk who has attained the Tao said, the landscape of the Buddha country, are all equal, if you have the ability, you can take it.

The people of the Northern Netherworld Dao are just here to try their luck, and it is not easy to collect the things that the whole sect requires to be valuable.

The righteous Zen master shook his head: "You don't think it's a wrong thing, and you haven't mentioned these two words. ”

The Northern Underworld Daoist also shook his head: "There is no mistake in the first place, the so-called reparation is to make amends, and admitting mistakes is admitting mistakes." ”

The young man had been looking at the temple for a long time with the forked brush, but he didn't move his pen.

The little monk looked at the young man holding the forked brush, and thought to himself: "Isn't the pen in this strange man's hand really bad? The painting he draws is indeed powerful, but the pen is not good, and I am afraid that it will be ugly in front of me?" Now the little monk still has palpitations, he doesn't dare to look at the painting, he can only stare at the brush, and then the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that he thinks right.

This strange man was because the pen was not good, and then he remembered that his master's small house where he often lit incense burners, and there was pen and ink, so he put the two books that his master gave him in the same place, and ran away quickly.

The young man shook his head and smiled, continuing to look at the silhouette of the temple.

Then the little monk ran back with his legs on his legs, and the young man rolled his eyes.

When the little monk gasped and handed out a brush that looked good, the young man laughed again: "You little monk, do you think that I don't use the pen because the pen is not good? I am because the landscape in front of me is too 'heavy', there must be a high person who will be like this, the so-called mountain is not high." ”

The second half of the sentence is the name of the immortal, and the little monk knows that he has been self-sufficient

Xing changed it to "the name of the Buddha", knowing that this was praising his master, he was even more happy, smiled very happily, and put the pen under the young man's nose.

The heart is clear-sighted, and some are naturally kind, and it is always easy to impress others.

"Got it, got it. The young man couldn't resist the little monk, so he studied the ink, put the pen full, and signaled to the little monk, which was the pen that the little monk took.

The little monk's face was shining, and he couldn't stop nodding.

Then the young man continued to frown, looking at the temple, it was still difficult to draw.

The little monk shook his head, this weird person is really bad.

The young man looked at it for a long time, perhaps remembering the debt he owed, he couldn't stop scolding his mother, and then said casually: "The old monk who lives here is too powerful and not good, it's really not good." ”

When he heard this, the little monk was anxious again: "You are not allowed to scold my master!"

The young man's eyebrows rose: "Isn't it, my cultivation is pretty good now, but I still can't draw it, it can only be a strange place to be painted." ”

The little monk was still a child, and when he was angry, he picked up the inkstone that the young man took out and threw it at the young man.

The young man hurriedly caught it and shouted, "Eh, my painting." ”

There is still a lot of ink spilled, which makes the young man have one hand and one hand, and there is a lot of staining on the painting, but the brush and ink on the landscape run on its own, and then it is absorbed by the river in it, which does not affect the painting scroll.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and then his eyes rolled: "You little monk is too uneducated, how can you ruin my painting!" Then he picked up the little monk and picked it up, the little monk was still angry, and pounced on the young man, the young man didn't expect that the little monk's strength was not small, knocked him to the ground, and the two scuffled together, and the young man accidentally grabbed the two booklets that the little monk had just put aside and was about to read.

- The ink on the young man's hands has not yet dried.

And he is also playful, and he must fight with this little monk in the most unaesthetic way.

So when the two of them were out of breath and stopped, the little monk suddenly reacted: "What did you just hit my head with?"

The young man was also stunned, looked at his hand, and recited: "Prajna Sutra Note......"

This is exactly the annotation that the little monk master gave him, and now it is full of ink handprints, and some large pieces of ink have made several pages wet, and the handwriting on it is not legible at all-

The little monk's cry resounded throughout the temple.

(End of chapter)

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