"Senior brother, it seems that the Rat King's prediction is true, in recent years, there have been many young heroes on the rivers and lakes, I slapped Ouyang Shaoxia, although I didn't use all my strength, but he can have such kung fu at the age of his early twenties, it is really much stronger than you and me, his palm, about the same as my skills in my sixties. "In the hall, the three-ring arhat said to the three-way abbot.

"Amitabha, misfortune and blessing rely on, and blessing and misfortune lurk. There is a law to everything, the rivers and lakes are rising, and it is not necessarily a bad thing to be unwilling to fall behind. The three-energy abbot replied.

"But the more than 50 Bliss cultists we caught in the back mountain, each of them is not human, they can't be tempered, and they can't be let go and let them harm the world, it takes us a lot of energy, more than a dozen will come every year, and if this continues, within ten years, we will be powerless to take care of it. How's that going to be?"

Master Sanneng also didn't know how to deal with the steady stream of Bliss cultists, although they couldn't pose the slightest threat to Gaoliang Temple, but it was a great disaster to the people under the mountain and to the people in the world, and its harm was far greater than that of beasts and robbers. "Amitabha, sin, sin. Only by finding the culprit can this poison be cured. ”

Outside the hall, it rained for three days and three nights of heavy snow finally stopped, with a ray of morning sun into the temple, the little monks began to practice, the practice team is divided into three classes, the last class of the crowd is the monk who has just entered the temple, practice the introductory kung fu, the little monks are not big, the largest is not more than 30 years old, only a white-bearded old monk with the little monk to practice together, that is the whole temple is liked, the heart is straightforward and the most intimate three thinking in charge. "Master, your posture is wrong, I told you the ninth time, your right palm is going to droop, why haven't you remembered it. A teenage novice yelled angrily at Sansi Zhangyuan.

"Hehe, Xiao Huien, don't worry, Master, I haven't learned this boxing for more than a hundred years, and you only taught me the ninth time, how can I learn it so quickly." Master Sansi smiled facelessly.

"Alas, Master, you are so stupid, I didn't say you, every time you pretend to study very hard, but every time you practice wrong, are you testing my patience?" the little monk pouted angrily.

"Don't worry, don't worry, practicing kung fu can't be learned overnight, let's take our time. Look here, here you go, don't let anyone else see it. As he spoke, Master Sansi secretly took out a boiled egg from his sleeve and stuffed it to Xiao Huien.

"Hey, Master, you ...... again"

"Shhh, I specially left it for you, you find a place where no one eats, can we practice martial arts again?"

"Well, okay, I'll see you later. The innocent little Huien happily stole the eggs and found a place where no one was there to eat.

"Hmph, little bunny, you think it's really for you. Cause me to eat one less. Seeing that Xiao Huien ran away, Master Sansi secretly took out another boiled egg while muttering, and ran to the thatched house to squat and eat.

In Buddhism, leeks are meat, eggs are vegetarian, this three thinking master and especially love to eat eggs, he did not become the head of the courtyard, the master knew that he stole eggs to eat, but there has been no way to break, let him steal an egg every day, after he became the head of the courtyard, take care of the temple's finances, stealing eggs is more convenient, and no one cares about him, he steals two eggs a day. For more than a hundred years, he himself could not count the number of eggs he had stolen, and this was probably the only thing in his life that he felt sorry for the temple.

After eating the eggs, knead the eggshell so that it can no longer be broken and throw it into the thatched pit, and then pee on it, hey, seamless!

Out of the thatched house, is to see the mountain vegetable farmer Lao Wang to send vegetables to the temple, four or five years, this old Wang is responsible for delivering vegetables to Gaoliang Temple every morning, there are home-grown, there are also the villagers to buy. Although it costs more than half a day to sell at the town market, it doesn't waste time, and you can do something else during the day, which is good. And after delivering the food, he can also put incense on the pillar in front of the Buddha, visit the temple, and feel the breath of Buddhism, he is also quite content.

"Amitabha, the king benefactor has worked hard, and it has been snowing heavily these days, and it is difficult for the donor to collect vegetables everywhere. ”

"Master Sansi said seriously, every time my old mother was sick in the past, didn't the master also go to heal him before stepping on the snow. And delivering food to the temple is also a good fate that I have accumulated. Lao Wang said with a smile, his face was wrinkled with a smile, simple and honest.

"I told Huiming that today the Wang donor went to receive an extra ten copper coins, which is considered to be the money for washing shoes and socks on the muddy road. ”

"No, no, no, the master can't help it, how can I ask for more money, now I deliver food every day, it's enough for the whole family to drink old snacks, I never want these ten copper coins." Lao Wang put away his smiling face and seriously refused to charge more.

"Hehe, the king benefactor has a good heart, there will be good retribution, the old man will pray for the donor in front of the Buddha, Amitabha. ”

The old king who was waiting to deliver the food walked to the dining room with a flat shoulder, and the monk looked at his back, his expression was both merciful and regretful. The monk paced back and forth in place, and waited for half an hour before Lao Wang delivered the food, and said in his mouth: "Sin, sin." He walked two steps into the courtyard and stopped, reached out and touched his bald head, looking very embarrassed, sighed, and ran to the practice room.

Although he was only a little more than 200 steps away, the monk Sansi guarded a huge arsenal, but he didn't practice any kung fu, and he was old again, and he was out of breath when he ran.

"Hui Cong, Hui Zhi, choose the best kung fu of your generation with me. ”

The monks of the Huizi generation who are practicing have always respected and loved the monks of Sansi, and they are not as restrained as they are in the face of the three abilities and the ancestors of the three precepts.

"Uncle Shi, what's wrong? Are you in such a hurry?"

"Give me a ride. Sansi gasped.

"What? Uncle Shi was bullied? This is worth it, and who came to the temple to make trouble? Yesterday, the Master of the Three Precepts just ran away, how can there be another today?" The little monks all gathered around.

"Alas, today is different, you go with me, you don't need to say anything for a while, as long as I don't get beaten, you just watch. Remember......" The old monk said very seriously: "Remember, don't let me be beaten!"

A group of young monks followed Master Sansi to the backyard of the temple, just in time for Lao Wang to walk out with an empty pole. "Master Sansi, hello little masters. Lao Wang picked up the flat pole and said hello with a simple face, and was about to go over.

"The king benefactor stayed. "Think twice and stop Lao Wang. "Donor, I have something to say to the donor. ”

"Oh, master, please, please. Lao Wang hurriedly put down the flat shoulder, rubbed his rough hands and said.

"In the winter of the year before last, it was probably this time, a masked man came to steal the scriptures, he didn't mess with the scriptures, and took away an introductory exercise, and after I found it, I wrote a new one and put it in its place. The more than 4,000 scriptures in this scripture building have been read and memorized, and I said in my heart, if he takes them one by one, it doesn't matter, I can just write them. But a few days later he secretly put the book back in its place, and perhaps in a panic, he put it on top of the copy I copied, and made two copies identical. After that, he kept stealing scriptures, and they were all martial arts, and there was no meditation on the mind. It's all put back a few days later, and according to the time, it should have been copied back. The martial arts of the world should belong to the people of the world, and I do not prevent the outflow of martial arts. Gradually, however, it became wrong. As the saying goes, it seems to say that Lao Gao has not eaten pork for more than 110 years on the mountain, and he has long forgotten the taste, but the appearance of the pig running Lao Ke has seen it and remembers it. Although the old man doesn't know kung fu, but there are indeed not a few masters who have seen it, and he knows that the kung fu stolen by that person is getting more and more advanced, and he doesn't take ordinary books, even to the point of the secret book of this temple, in fact, there are no cheats, it is nothing more than a move that requires more effort to practice. I gradually realized that he had another purpose in stealing books. Sansi stopped and looked at Lao Wang.

The little monks around were shocked when they heard this, it turned out that there was such a thing in the temple, and they had never found out.

Lao Wang listened to the words of Sansi, the smile on his face became unnatural, but he still maintained a simple face, still the appearance of an old peasant, his right hand subconsciously scratched the crotch of his pants, and said: "Master, you said that there is a thief in the temple? This thief is so bold that even Gaoliang Temple dares to ......."

"Stop him!" San Si interrupted Lao Wang's words and said loudly. Retreat at the same time.

At the same time, Lao Wang was just about to cross the wall backwards, it turned out that he was just talking to attract everyone's attention, and he was about to run after saying half a sentence, but the moment before he turned around, he was told what he was going to do. It made him stunned, and he didn't know what to do for a moment, and he missed the opportunity to escape.

The Hui Zi monks immediately flew to surround him.

At this time, the old monk had already withdrawn behind a group of young monks. This old monk ran really fast, on martial arts, he was the worst in the whole temple, on Huigen, this hundred years of the world to talk about Zen and Taoism, he has not lost!