At the scene of the Longshan Festival, the holy monk Fukya in the center had been debating with Abbot Huicheng for a day and a night.

From the fierce rhetoric between the two at the beginning, to the self-questioning and self-answering later, it has become a relatively quiet meditation now, almost only with small movements, correcting each other, and has continuously climbed above the triple realm, among the monks present, there are very few who can still understand, and most of them are just watching the excitement.

"Hey, Director Xu, do you understand this?" Chu He pointed like a monkey scratching his cheeks, and after scratching it randomly, Abbot Huicheng suddenly looked up at the sky.

Director Xu whispered: "What's incomprehensible about this, just play a double reed." The two eminent monks played tricks and left it to the audience to answer for themselves. If they understand, they will naturally give a seemingly esoteric conclusion and go to them for verification, but they will only laugh and not answer, at most add a sentence that the Buddha said cannot be said. What I don't understand is that the cultivation realm is not enough, and I still need to continue to practice. ”

"In the end, it's like making an art film. Sometimes the director himself may not know what's going on, so he simply leaves the answer to the audience to guess. You go and ask the director, the director himself is still confused!"

To use a simple analogy, the film Journey to the West was deconstructed by the audience as a representative of postmodernist films. Ah Xing is honest and says that he doesn't understand what postmodernism is. Grape Liu, who is a director, is a bit shameless, and Tian shamelessly admits it, and then eats the old book and makes how many so-called sequels, sequels, prechapters, reset versions, and TV series versions? Which one still has the feeling of talking about Journey to the West? Find a group of good actors, and just keep making bad movies, and that's it. The so-called peers are enemies, and Director Xu expressed the true meaning of this sentence vividly at this moment.

"Is that difficult, everything depends on chance, and the classics are all based on guessing?" Chu He said with some tears and laughter.

Director Xu said: "That's not true, sometimes whether it is an actor, a director or a crew, they will present a supernormal state, in that state, if there is indeed divine help, you can exert your skills to 200%. But nothing is constant, and the true level is far below the extraordinary performance. ”

"So when choosing a director, a slightly more senior investor will not pay attention to the director's best film, but to his worst film. First know where the lower limit of this director is, and then coordinate and transfer. Just like me, the worst one, didn't get bad, so I was an international director, and I couldn't finish the film at hand. After it came down, Director Xu once again praised himself shamelessly.

Director Xu and Chu He were chatting eagerly, and the madman Yu Ye was also pulling Yun Lang, who was already familiar with the three of them, to discuss the skills of paper painting.

But suddenly, a nun, with a pink face and a white cloth robe, holding a peach blossom, walked towards the place where the four of them were.

Under the originally wide robe, the slender waist twisted, swaying from side to side, and the tips of the shaking people's hearts trembled.

This is a woman who knows at a glance that she is already ripe, and although the other party is wearing a robe and a monk's hat, no one thinks she is a monk. This outfit has made her various styles more exciting to challenge abstinence.

"Be careful! this is the extinct master!" said Director Xu, who pulled his eyeballs and almost fell out of his sockets.

As for the crazy Yu, there is no need for Chu He to remind him, this kid is not thinking normally, he may be a peerless beauty to him, and he is not as interested in a plate of leek scrambled eggs as he is.

Just hearing this number, Director Xu trembled, and asked Chu He in a low voice, "What is the origin of this extinct master?"

Chu He was about to open his mouth to explain, when he heard the nun chuckle, her eyes hooked her soul, and the people around her, whether they were monks or laymen, had three catties of bones crispy, and their souls had also flown three points.

Yun Lang's face was humble, docile, and like a little sheep.

"This female bodhisattva. ”

"This living Buddha! The poor nun is in trouble now, and it has become a disaster, and I hope that the living Buddha will give a thing to let the poor nun solve the disaster. The nun said to Yunlang with a smile.

Yun Lang nodded his head, and the messy hair on his head shook quickly: "They are all people in the Buddhist sect, and they should watch and help each other, I don't know what is the matter with the female Bodhisattva?"

The nun smiled more delicately and beautifully: "There is a key point in the poor nun, which is constantly dripping all year round, making it difficult to hold on to herself, and it is becoming more and more difficult to make progress in her cultivation. Now I know that the living Buddha has a treasure that can solve the difficulties of the poor nun, but I don't know if the living Buddha is willing to give up. ”

The gentle expression on Yun Lang's face became more docile, and he said with a smile: "Willing! Willing to be! The female bodhisattva has something to ask for, and the poor monk is naturally willing to do it." ”

The nun said, "That's fine! Then bring it to the poor nun!"

After that, he directly reached out to attack, and with one claw, he actually attacked the key point of Yunlang.

Yun Lang was startled, and subconsciously waved a short spear to force this claw back.

Click!

There was a crisp sound, like the sound of a broken bone.

Yun Lang stepped on the wind under his feet, retreated more than a dozen steps, and distanced himself from the nun.

Although in a hurry, the luck was less than half of the usual, but under the claws of the female nun, there was a trace of damage.

It can be seen that the kung fu on the claws of this nun is really not low.

"What does this mean by the female bodhisattva?" Yun Lang asked.

The nun smiled and said, "Didn't the living Buddha already promise the poor nun? Rest assured that the poor nun will take good care of it, moisturize it with the essence of water day and night, and not let it be wronged. ”

Yun Lang frowned, and said with a bitter face: "The poor monk thinks that what the female Bodhisattva said is that she brings people and things together. ”

But I heard the nun suddenly laugh and laugh loudly: "When the poor nun was in a secular family, there were indeed many confidants and intimate people, and then they were forced to leave the house and swore in front of the Buddha that no man would be allowed to get close to him. The oath of the Buddha must not be violated. But the poor nuns were on fire in their hearts, but they couldn't bear it, so they liked to find things that were different, cut them down, and decorate them with gold dust and pearls, and then take them again. ”

"It's just that the cultivation is getting deeper, and the things of ordinary people are not resistant to wear and tear. Now I heard that the living Buddha has such an artifact, which really makes the poor nun overjoyed. ”

Chu He glanced at Director Xu with his eyes.

Director Xu nodded one after another, if he didn't know at this moment, why this female nun was called the Extermination Master, it would be too blind for him to be an international director.

Yun Lang retreated further: "Crazy woman, neurotic, Dao Master, I won't entangle with you, let's go!"

After saying that, he flicked his long sleeves and wanted to flee in the wilderness.

The nun was willing to let him go, her figure flashed, and she followed like a shadow, a few points faster than Yunlang.

"Pifu is not guilty of his crimes, Yunlang! Whether you are a monk or a Taoist, you are a Dharma weapon, and the poor nun has accepted it. You must rest assured that when you and I are in love in the future, the poor nun will think of you from time to time when he holds your magic weapon in his hand. It's just you and me. ”

Yun Lang roared angrily, and the sound of breaking wind under his feet exploded, and he fled faster.

"Sure enough, one thing in this world descends one thing, and this Yunlang monk is afraid that he will meet an enemy of the enemy, and I only hope that he can escape this catastrophe. Chu He said with such a sigh, but the expression on his face was clearly not the meaning, full of schadenfreude.

was smug, and suddenly heard someone shouting at the foot of the mountain: "Hey, who is the little master of Jielu! A certain family listened to the words of the sister and came to look for you!"

The sound pierced through the clouds and cracked gold, and the entire Longshan Mountain that roared shook endlessly, and the monks who were all over the mountain discussing the Dharma and Taoism were almost stopped by the roar of this voice, and hundreds of eyes gathered towards the Chu River.