There are no bungalows, and they won't build houses without dust, but they just found a cave that can keep out the rain.

"Just stay here. ”

Looking for a cave where he could shelter from the rain, Sun Ye's mood gradually relaxed.

"It's not bad here, at least it's much better than the poor monks wandering around. Wuchen looked at it, and patted his shabby clothes again, very satisfied.

"Monk, you said you are from Guangmen Temple, how did you come here?"

Wuchen smiled and said:

"The master sent me to explore the world, where life is not practice, it is all experience. ”

"You're going to break into the world at such a point?"

Sun Ye looked at Wuchen, who was almost six feet tall, and his hungry chest was close to his back, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

It's as thin as a hemp stalk.

"Cultivation is not a bitter point, but I have a great interest in the donor, not those theories taught by any master. ”

Wuchen wanted to stay mainly to find the root of the truth, although Sun Ye's words did not convince him, but this kind of big truth is not something that everyone can say.

"Superior, there is no superior, just a big monkey. Sun Ye swept the soil of the stone and sat down.

"Oh. Seeing this, Wuchen Sun Ye didn't want to say, so he didn't ask.

"Monk, when you want to leave, I won't stop you. ”

"Donor, the poor monk will not leave until Xiao Qingshan can return to the prosperous scene you said. ”

"Besides, this small green mountain is also a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and it is also good to build a temple here. ”

Wuchen is really stubborn.

Sun Ye nodded. He took out a few books from his bosom and flipped through them.

"I forgot to tell you, I'll borrow the book in your rag pocket and let me see it first. ”

"What?" Wuchen was anxious when he heard this, stood up, and wanted to snatch it back.

Although there are not many silver taels in his pocket, books are a lot of treasures that he has collected in the past three years of travel.

Sun Ye picked up the scepter and gently put it on his legs, if Wuchen dared to rush up, he wouldn't mind knocking a few more bags.

"Okay, look, remember to pay me back when you see it. ”

Wuchen glanced at Sun Ye with blank eyes, and sat down aggrieved.

"That's right. Sun Ye nodded and continued to look at the book in his hand.

The book mainly records the anecdotes that Wuchen saw in three years, as well as several scriptures, all written in Sanskrit, and Sun Ye didn't know a word.

"King Kong Enchanted Sutra, what bullshit, don't look at it, don't look at it. ”

casually threw a copy to Wuchen.

Wuchen hurriedly caught it with both hands, and smoothed the wrinkles on the book cover in distress.

"What is this Raushzi "Miao Zhen Taishang Proverbs", what is written, don't read it, don't read it. ”

One was thrown out.

Flip through it, the last book is called "Miscellaneous Gods".

"Pay you back. Sun Ye threw several other books to Wuchen, leaving only "The Tale of Miscellaneous Gods".

Wuchen saw that Sun Ye was not interested in those scriptures, and his hanging heart finally let go.

"This monkey really doesn't know the baby. But I had to pretend to be aggrieved and asked:

"Donor, why did you leave that wordless book?" Wuchen asked.

"Isn't this all words?" Sun Ye opened the "Miscellaneous Gods" and explained to Wuchen.

Wuchen's face changed, as if he had thought of something.

But then he calmed down and called the Buddha, "Amitabha, this book is related to the donor, so give it to the donor." ”

Sun Ye nodded, "The Tale of Miscellaneous Gods" looked tattered, but the content in it was very much to Sun Ye's appetite.

"You monk is generous, I like it, I like it. ”

Looking for a nice place, Sun Ye held a book in one hand and a scepter in the other, and found a good place to sit down.

"That's it. Sun Ye still returned to the stone slab where he had just come to Xiaoqingshan, holding the book and reading it seriously.

"That's it, although I am the mountain god of Xiaoqingshan, monk, don't you want to build a temple, Xiaoqingshan will be left to you to take care of. ”

"Thank you, donor. ”

Wuchen lowered his head, not knowing what to think.

"Okay, okay, you give me a book, and I will fulfill your wish, and I don't owe anything. I've gone to practice, so please do it. ”

Let's talk about reading books seriously, and no longer be disturbed by the outside world.

I don't know who wrote "Miscellaneous Gods", which is very simple, that is, it connects the trivial things in the world, what demons and monsters, what scholar misses, what unjust souls ask for their lives, children are born, old people die, everything is involved.

According to these stories, there are small spells recorded in the books, although they are not spells that reach the sky, but they are what Sun Ye needs most now.

I practiced to the end by myself, and I had a lot of mana for nothing, but I didn't know how to do magic, and this "Miscellaneous Gods" simply filled Sun Ye's needs.

It is the sleepy someone who sends a pillow, the golden fairy qi under the dantian runs automatically, slowly absorbing the essence of the sun during the day, absorbing the essence of the moon at night, and the sun and the moon alternately exhaling purple gas for Sun Ye. Cultivation is always improved unconsciously.

I can't see it in the daytime. At night, from a distance, a beam of moonlight in the sky shone directly on Sun Ye's head, and the small green mountain looked extremely dark.

Wuchen was stunned on the first night, this monkey is against the sky.

"The donor is really a blessed monkey. Wuchen smiled, his smile a little complicated, and turned around and walked into a cave.

Sun Ye was able to sit there and practice peacefully, reading books, day after day, year after year.

But he can't be dustless, if he can cultivate steadily, how can he be driven out by Guangmen Temple to travel?

He was not idle, he wanted to see if Xiao Qingshan's later changes could be as Sun Ye said.

When people are idle, they inevitably want to find something to do.

It just so happens that this Xiaoqingshan has no big demons, and it is not controlled by the heavenly court, so Wuchen intends to let the monsters here believe in the Buddha.

It's easy to do things with a goal, and Wuchen has started to work hard for this goal.

Fooling monsters, he's very good at it.

So there is an extra white monk in Xiaoqingshan, although he is dressed in shabby, but every piece of clothing is washed cleanly, it looks like letting the monsters get close, and it is better to take two bites.

"Stop, where did the monk come from, unload a leg, let you Fox Daxian try it, and then let you go. ”

On this day, I was dustless and cleaned, and I was about to go out to carry out my own flickering business, but I didn't expect to be stopped by a red fox before I took two steps.

"This benefactor, do you want to eat the poor monk?"

Wuchen folded his hands and asked.

Under the reflection of the sun, Bai Huahua's head appeared even whiter, and the red fox's saliva couldn't be contained.

"That's not it, hurry up, Uncle Ben can't wait. ”

Wuchen asked again:

"Who told you that human flesh is delicious?"

"My ancestors told me. ”

"Then has your ancestor ever eaten people?"

"Nonsense, my ancestor ......"

The red fox thought about it for a while, did the old ancestor ever eat people? It seems that there really isn't, the old ancestor said that the story of eating people was still told to him by his old ancestor.

"Look, I haven't eaten anyone, how can I prove that human flesh is delicious? Besides, a person as big as me, can you eat it with a little fox?"

As he spoke, Wuchen took out a straw box from his rag pocket, poured it down, and poured out a candy.

A hand was handed over.

"You eat this. ”

The little red fox looked at it and sniffed it.

"What is this?" "I've never seen it this big."

"This is called the elixir, you taste it, it's delicious. Wuchen said without changing color.

"Elixir?" the fox looked at it, gritted its teeth, and swallowed it with a curl of tongue.

"Huh, sweet?" said the fox, as if he was still feeling the taste in his mouth.

"Enter my Buddhism, and you can travel ...... three thousand worlds"

Before Wuchen could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the little fox.

"Are there any other humans?"

"This, enter my Buddha Gate......"

"What kind of Buddha can you eat this sweet thing every day?"

"Well, no. ”

Wuchen wiped his sweat and said.

"Oh, that's not in. And hand over your remaining elixir. The little fox bared his teeth and threatened.

"Hmm, isn't it successful?" Wuchen was a little speechless, how could it be so difficult to subdue a fox who had just opened his mind?

Every time the master takes it, there seems to be some formula, Dharma seal or something.

Alas, the master is eccentric and always does not hand over the most critical things to me.

Dustless rummaged through the rag tape.

"Found it. He smiled and said to the little red fox:

"Donor, do you want me to sing you a children's song of 300 songs?"

Before the fox could react, Wuchen began to sing:

Child, child, why are you so bad.......

Before he could finish singing, the fox rushed forward and smacked at Dustless' ankle.

"Oops. The fox screamed and ran away.

Wuchen looked at his ankle, and there was not even a trace on it.

"What do you say?"

What's even more depressing is that this has been publicized for a long time, why hasn't it worked?

It's easy to fool people, but why is it so hard to fool monsters?