The figure that walked closer and closer, and seemed to be humming some strange tune in his mouth.

Dao Yun is already twenty years old this year, and the little monk who came over looked only sixteen years old.

When the monk saw him, he seemed to wave his hand and greeted him in a strange way: "Hey, morning." ”

Although extremely reluctant, Dao Yun still called out respectfully: "Master." ”

"Elder Zhou Gong, where are you picking up dung?" Seeing this, Dao Feng couldn't help laughing, and turned his head to look at Dao Yun and said, "Why don't you bring your good apprentice with you?"

The little monk waved his hand and motioned for Daoyun to follow, and then walked towards the vegetable field not far away.

Daoyun's face became like a blank sheet of paper, his qualifications were not bad, he passed the Dharma assessment after half a year on the mountain, and he was also one of the most outstanding monks in the White Horse Temple, and it was not a problem to find a famous elder to teach.

But just as he was about to visit the elders in the temple, Abbot Dewu mysteriously called him to the meditation room, touched his bald head and said, "Daoyun, your bald head is also very good, and you will definitely be able to surpass the predecessors in the temple and become a Buddhist master in the future." ”

Dao Yun felt the touch coming from the palm of Dewu's hand, and goosebumps rose all over his body, but he kept thinking in his mind, how will a bald head feel good affect his cultivation?

But when he heard Dewu say the word "in the future", his heart trembled.

That little heart was pounding.

Dao Yun hurriedly took a step back, clasped his palms together, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Amitabha, abbot...... Please respect yourself...... Color is emptiness, emptiness is color......"

Do you understand in seconds?

Abbot Dewu was stunned when he saw this, and then he reacted and said, "Hehe, you are really very wise, I heard that you have recently passed the Dharma assessment?"

"Yes, Abbot. Could it be ......" Dao Yun heard this, his eyes lit up.

Did the abbot think he was gifted and intelligent and should teach him personally?

This is not an opportunity that everyone can have, even ordinary elders have no chance to be taught by the abbot, how can this not make him ecstatic?

Abbot Dewu blinked, his sharp eyes seemed to be able to see the thoughts of the little monk in front of him, and said with a slight smile: "Sure enough, you have talent, follow me to learn to cook...... What a waste......"

Forehead?

What a waste?

Daoyun was stunned, his expression slightly disappointed.

"But...... Do you want someone more powerful than me to teach you the Dharma?" said Abbot Dewu again.

"More powerful than the abbot?" Dao Yun blinked his eyes and asked with some confusion: "Is there someone in the entire White Horse Temple who is more powerful than the abbot of Dewu?" Elder Zhou Fu?"

Although Elder Zhou Fu said that it was impossible to be more powerful than Abbot Dewu, he was also a very famous elder.

"No, no, no, that old guy Zhou Fu knows a lot. Abbot Dewu hurriedly shook his head and said, "The elder I recommended to you is a super powerful person, have you ever heard of Jinshan Temple? ”

"Jinshan Temple?" Dao Yun frowned.

In the past, Jinshan Temple was very powerful, but in the past hundred years, talents have gradually withered, and there have been few powerful monks, and there is a person named Lin Chen who seems to be very powerful.

Could it be him?

If it were him, that would be great.

"Have you heard of Prime Minister Zhuge Guo?" Abbot Dewu stroked his beard before he said slowly.

"Zhuge Guoxiang?" Dao Yun's eyes widened when he heard this.

The heart is also a deer rambling, could it be that Prime Minister Zhuge personally taught himself? How can this be?

Thinking of this, Dao Yun's face turned red, and then his bald head also turned red.

Zhuge is the minister of the lion country, but it is a legendary existence, and some people even rumor that he has ascended to Buddhahood.

However, Zhuge Guoxiang does not seem to be from Jinshan Temple......

"Damn, where do you want to go, little guy?" Dewu said with a frown as he watched Dao Yun's series of strange reactions.

"Abbot...... I...... This one...... That one...... You invited the Prime Minister of Zhuge Country?" Dao Yun said without mentioning how excited he was.

"You're pretty ugly!" said Abbot Dego, shaking his head.

"Hmm, is the abbot scolding me? Daoyun also realized that something was wrong with him, so he straightened up and said.

Abbot Dewu couldn't help but knock on Daoyun's bald head before he said, "I mean, although you are ugly, you think it is quite beautiful." Who is Prime Minister Zhuge Guo? The old man doesn't deserve to lift his shoes, what kind of thing are you?"

"Ah......" Daoyun covered his head and looked at Abbot Dewu with some grievances.

"Don't think about it, Prime Minister Zhuge Guo, but the person I recommended to you was personally recommended by Prime Minister Zhuge Guo, it is said that he also successfully broke through the eighteen Arhat Formation, and also fought the six major sect leaders of the cult with his own strength, this person is not only a master of Buddhism, but also a martial arts master. Awesome, right?" Abbot Dewu stroked his beard again and said with a mysterious expression.

Zhuge Guoxiang recommends?How can that be a powerful character, right?

"And such a character?" Dao Yun felt a little incredible, but his eyes were already full of anticipation: "Does the abbot mean to let such a character be my master?"

"Uh-huh, this is Huigen!" Abbot Tokugo nodded heavily.

However, the little monk didn't notice a glimmer of light flashing in the corner of his eyes when he spoke.

In this way, Daoyun followed Abbot Dewu to a meditation room, pushed the door and entered.

As soon as he walked into the meditation room, Dao Yun searched for a long time in the room, but there were only two young people, and one of them was still lying on the bed and didn't know if he was dead.

"Abbot...... Is this the wrong room?" asked Dao Yun suspiciously.

"That's right, he will be your master in the future, study hard. Abbot Dewu walked to Daoyun's side, touched his bald head for a while, and then pointed to a little monk lying on the bed and said.

"Master Abbot. ”

Another young man also stepped forward to ask Abbot Dewu to ask for An Dao, and then looked at Dao Yun who was still in a daze.

Abbot Dewu nodded, and then said to the young man: "Young Master Yi'er, this is Daoyun Little Monk, he will be a disciple of Elder Zhou Gong in the future, so that Elder Zhou Gong has a disciple, and no one will gossip in the future." ”

"Thank you, Master Abbot. Yi'er said gratefully.

Abbot Dewu couldn't help but touch Daoyun's bald head again before leaving the meditation room.

......

Dao Yun looked at the figure who was picking up dung and couldn't help but think of this unbearable past.

"Hey, Daoyun, your master told you to pick up dung. Dao Feng looked at Dao Yun, who had been on the side for a long time, and couldn't help but push him and said.

"Oh......" Daoyun came back to his senses, answered, and followed helplessly.

Dao Feng also sighed at this time and shook his head, but there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

I remember that Dewu also looked for him at the beginning, but fortunately he was not fooled.

At this time, the sound of a conversation between the two came not far away.

(Oh, three chapters owed.) ）