The little monk didn't continue to ask, just closed his eyes slightly, and said, "Good, good." ”

Yellow paper is all over the sky, and fallen leaves are flying.

The woman knelt in front of the grave, and she was already crying silently. The woman kowtowed three times to the grave with tears in her eyes, and sobbed: "Dad, my daughter is not filial, let you be buried on the street for three days, and my daughter will kowtow to you!"

The woman slowly sprinkled the wine in her hand in front of the tomb, this wine was bought by the woman on the side of the road before, and the price was extremely low, and a pot only cost two pennies. The woman smiled miserably: "Dad, you loved to drink when you were alive, and your daughter has no ability, so she can't buy you any good wine, you can only buy some bad wine, and you will just settle for it." If his daughter has the opportunity to take revenge, he will definitely get you a pot of good wine for you to drink!"

Huineng sighed secretly, sat cross-legged in front of the tombstone, folded his hands and said: "Donor, the little monk recites a sutra of rebirth for you, may you be blessed in the next life, do not be affected by disasters, and be reincarnated as soon as possible! ”

The woman kneeling on the ground seemed to have thought of something, and asked softly, "Engong sold his robe for three taels of silver?"

The monks don't speak, and the little monk Huineng naturally won't lie, but he didn't want to tell the truth to this woman, so he just shut up and began to recite the Sutra of Death for the deceased.

The woman lowered her head silently, and the crying gradually disappeared, she sat next to Huineng and listened to Huineng chanting quietly. After a stick of incense, Huineng's faint Sanskrit sound stopped abruptly, Huineng opened his eyes and smiled lightly at the woman and said: "The little monk has recited the Sutra of Death for Ling Zun nine times, and Ling Zun will definitely be reincarnated as soon as possible as long as there is no karma in his life. ”

As soon as the little monk stood up, he was grabbed by the woman's sleeve, and the woman said eagerly: "Engong stays! Since Wanrou wrote that she sold herself to bury her father, she categorically would not fail to abide by the agreement, and Engong gave Wanrou three taels of silver, and Wanrou will be Engong's person from now on! In this life, she will be a cow and a horse, serving tea and pouring water, and she will not give up!"

The little monk waved his hand and shook his head, and said in astonishment: "This matter must not be done! The little monk is a monk, how can he accept a maid to serve tea and pour water? Besides, when have you ever seen a woman serving a monk in a temple? What kind of system is that? ”

The woman saw that Hui Neng was unwilling to keep her, and said with a miserable expression: "Since Engong can't look down on Wanrou, Wanrou has no worries, I depend on my father for my life, and now that my father is dead, how can I survive? I was thinking that after burying my father, I would go to die with Na Ma Qiang, so as to avenge my father! Engong, your great grace and great virtue Rong Wanrou will repay it in the next life! Wanrou has taken her leave, you take care!"

"Wait!Wait!Wait!Female benefactor, what are you talking about?!Are you going to die with Ma Qiang? This is absolutely unacceptable! As the saying goes, it is better to die than to live, and you must not think about it, female benefactor!" The little monk hurriedly stopped the woman.

The woman stood up and didn't speak, she pulled out the wooden hairpin that was tied to her bun, and the three thousand green silks were instantly scattered without the restraint of the wooden hairpin, swinging with the wind, beautiful and incomprehensible. Rao is not close to women, and Huineng, who is dedicated to Buddha, can't help but be dumbfounded.

After half a ring, the little monk reacted, and hurriedly said to himself: "Sin! Sin! Female benefactor, the little monk is just to save your life, and please don't kill yourself!"

The woman forced a smile, handed the wooden hairpin in her hand to the little monk, and said slowly: "This wooden hairpin is a relic left to me by my mother. Since Engong refused to let Wanrou follow her to serve for life because of the rules, Wanrou had nothing to repay and could only hand over this wooden hairpin to Engong. This is not worth much money with the wooden hairpin, but it is the most important thing for Wanrou, and please don't dislike it. Wanrou this scripture will definitely come back again, if this wooden hairpin is placed on my body, I don't know where it will end up, but it is better to hand it over to Engonglai's peace of mind. ”

The little monk looked at the hairpin in the woman's hand and looked ugly, he touched the top of his smooth head and said: "Female donor, you give the little monk this hairpin, and the little monk doesn't need it!"

"Doesn't Engong even look down on this wooden hairpin?" said the woman with a lonely face.

The little monk can't bear to see this woman go to her own death, God has the virtue of a good life, even an ordinary person will not see this girl jade damage and incense, not to mention growing up in Zen Buddhism since childhood, and is dedicated to the Buddha and kind-hearted Hui Neng?

Huineng gritted his teeth, and after a battle between heaven and man, he hesitated: "Female benefactor, the little monk can't watch you die! The little monk has been going down the mountain to experience during this time, the rivers and lakes are treacherous, if you are not afraid of danger, you will follow the little monk's side! As for the future, the little monk is an ascetic, sleeping in the open air, looking for someone to turn into a fate when he is hungry, looking for someone to beg for water when he is thirsty, and taking a nap on the side of the road when he is sleepy, can the female benefactor stand it?"

"Engong is hungry and I go to turn into a fate, Engong is thirsty and I go to beg for water, Engong traps me to shade Engong!"

The little monk sighed and said helplessly: "Amitabha, don't do it." ”

The woman's miserable face finally showed a smile, and she smiled lightly and said to the little monk: "Engong, don't call me a female benefactor anymore, my name is Wanrou, and Engong can just say my name directly." ”

"Little monk, Huineng, don't call the little monk Grace Gong anymore. ”

Wanrou nodded, bowed to her father's grave and said: "Dad, my daughter is going to follow Master Huineng to repay her kindness, and my daughter can't accompany you for the time being, forgive my daughter for being unfilial, and I will come to you when my daughter finishes repaying her kindness!"

The little monk's facial features were twisted together, but he didn't say anything more. Wanrou got up and asked Huineng, "Master Huineng, where are we going?"

"Miss Wanrou, you can just call me Huineng. The little monk seems to be very obsessed with salutation.

Wanrou thought about it and didn't seem to be very satisfied with this title, so she said eloquently: "Why don't I disguise myself as a man and call you master directly! I know that Master Huineng is a monk, and it is easy to cause trouble with me and a woman in the rivers and lakes, so I won't cause trouble for Master Huineng!"

"This.... It's okay!" Huineng thought about it and nodded in agreement. He is already breaking the rules at the moment, if he is a ranger in the rivers and lakes with such a pink beauty fighting the sword in the rivers and lakes, it will naturally be a good story, and no one will talk about it. But as a monk, he should not have anything to do with women! Now taking a woman to the rivers and lakes will inevitably create slander, he is a disciple of Zen Buddhism, this move will not only cause trouble for himself, but also discredit the reputation accumulated by Zen Buddhism for hundreds of years!

But if Wanrou disguises herself as a man and calls him master, then these problems will be solved, and it is normal for Zen disciples to accept a few lay disciples outside, and no one will say anything more because of this.

Seeing that Hui Neng nodded in agreement, Wanrou smiled and coiled up her thick black hair, and then tied it with a wooden hairpin, if it weren't for the clothes on Wanrou's body that were too shabby, she would be the image of a handsome boy!

After finishing dressing up, Wanrou came to the little monk's side with a smile on her face and asked, "Master, is this feasible?"

The little monk Hui Neng had never been so close to the woman, and hurriedly took a step back, and said without squinting: "Okay! Let's go, there is still a long way to go." ”

"Okay, master, will you teach me martial arts?"

"No, it won't. ”

"Then will you teach me the Dharma?"

"Do you want to learn?"

"Yes!"

A little monk with a clear-eyed disciple, the two walked side by side, walking towards the distance. The yellow paper in the sky all fell to the ground, the autumn leaves were scattered, and no trace could be found, only two figures gradually disappeared.

After the bare-armed man lost the confrontation with Huineng, although he begged for mercy, the simple-minded Huineng did not see a sinister look in the eyes of the bare-armed man when he left! Not long after Huineng and Wanrou left, the bare-armed man chased after him with dozens of people! However, he did not see the figures of Huineng and Wanrou, the bare-armed man was furious, he grabbed a person watching the excitement on the side of the road and asked where Huineng went!

Passers-by were afraid of the bare-armed man's obscenity, so they told the bare-armed man about Huineng's whereabouts. The bare-armed man smiled, pushed the man away, and led the group of thugs behind him straight to the place where Wan's father was hiding!()

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