Jingfa carried the box of Buddhist scriptures on his back, and after bidding farewell to the serious master, he went up the mountain with a spring face.

When he came to the Shaolin Gate, the monk who guarded the door heard that he was here to deliver Buddhist scriptures, and directly asked someone to lead him into the door.

Originally, he thought that the other party would lead him to the Scripture Pavilion, but he didn't expect that the person he finally saw turned out to be the empty moon.

Kong Yue didn't expect that the person who sent the Buddhist scriptures today was Jing Fa, remembering the stench of Jing Fa yesterday, his brows suddenly furrowed, and when Jing Fa didn't have time to get closer, he waved his hand to stop his steps.

"Just put the sutra there, and you can go after putting it down. Kong Yue held her breath and said to Jingfa.

Jing Fa laughed: "Senior Brother Kongyue, this box is very heavy, and if you put it here like this, you will have to trouble other senior brothers to move it, so I will directly help you move the box to the Scripture Pavilion." ”

"The Scripture Pavilion? Who said that this box of scriptures should be moved to the Scripture Pavilion? The treasures in the Scripture Pavilion are all the authentic works of the Buddhist scriptures of the past dynasties, how can these manuscripts be the place to enter, okay, your business has been done, put down the scriptures, and leave quickly." Kongyue waved his hand again and again, signaling the monk outside the door to take the scenery out.

Jingfa's wishful thinking failed, and he was not in a hurry, he slowly put down the Buddhist scriptures, exited the door, and smiled at the monk: "This senior brother, you go and do your business first, I can just go by myself, I am also very familiar with the Shaolin Temple." ”

The monk folded his hands, shouted the Buddha's name, and then turned away.

The place where Jing found was the disciple area of Shaolin, which belonged to the area where tourists stopped, so there were not many people around.

After seeing the monk leave, Jing Fa looked around and confirmed that no one was around, so he rushed to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in a puff of smoke.

I remembered that when I went up the mountain for the first time that day, I saw that the group of people in the woods were all driven out by unknown things after entering the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the later monks went in without any abnormalities, so Jingfa made up his mind that he should be able to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion smoothly with this bright head.

After a short time, he came to the quiet path leading to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but as soon as he took a step, he saw a monk coming towards him, and after shouting the Buddha's name at him, he stretched out his hand to stop him: "This junior brother, in front of him is the Shaolin Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, ordinary disciples are not allowed to trespass, and please stop." ”

Jingfa was a little depressed and a little strange in his heart. Depressed is that his wishful thinking fell through again, strange is why the last time I came over, I didn't see a monk on the road guarding the door, it is estimated that it was because the previous movement was too big, Shaolin strengthened its vigilance.

Just as he was thinking about how to avoid the monk in front of him, he saw three familiar figures walking towards him out of the corner of his eye.

The three monks also recognized Jingfa at a glance.

"Brother Fa, why did you come up the mountain!"

These three people are Xiao Shun, Xiao Qi and Xiao Shi that Jing Fa met during the previous shaving ceremony.

When they saw Jingfa, they immediately greeted happily.

"I'm here to deliver the scriptures. Jing Fa laughed

"Sutras, are you talking about this box of Buddhist scriptures?" said Xiaoshun, and a large box behind them was the box of Buddhist scriptures sent by Jing.

"yes, how did it get to you?"

"Senior Brother Kongyue asked us to carry the scriptures to the Scripture Pavilion and stamp the seals of our Scripture Pavilion one by one. Xiaoshun explained.

When Jing Fa heard this, he thought that he was really a good luck headshot, so he took their hands, laughed together and prepared to set foot on the trail.

"This junior brother, please stay, I said that the Scripture Pavilion is an important place in Shaolin, and ordinary disciples are not allowed to trespass. ”

Jing Fa was stopped by the monk again.

"I'm with them, they can enter, why can't I?" Jingfa asked, frowning.

"They are not ordinary disciples, so they can naturally enter, but you can't. ”

"Why aren't they ordinary disciples?"

Hearing Jing Fa's aggressive questioning, the monk suddenly frowned, and said with some impatience: "You have to make it clear, right, to tell you honestly, they are authentic Shaolin disciples, and you are just a monk in an unknown small temple at the foot of the mountain, can you compare with them? Do you think you are qualified to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?"

After listening to the monk's words, a wave of anger rushed to Jing Fa's heart, rolled up the grapefruit, and posed as if he was ready to fight, but was stopped by Xiaoshun and the other three.

"Brother Fa is angry, what are you going to do in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion? If you can let us help, we will definitely help, and you don't need to make a fire here." Xiaoshun hurriedly comforted Jing Fa.

Jing Fa glanced at Xiao Shun and the three of them, slowly calmed down, took out a Buddhist scripture from his arms, handed it to Xiao Shun, and said: "After you go in, help me pay attention, is there anyone in it who likes to copy Buddhist scriptures, and the handwriting is the same as mine, if there is no such person in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, then help me pay attention to the whole temple, after all, it is more convenient for you to live here." ”

Xiao Shun nodded, comforted Jing Fa a few more words, and walked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with the Buddhist scriptures.

Jing Fa glared at the monk viciously and turned to leave.

When Jingfa left, Xiaoshun and the three of them walked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the path was quiet again.

At this moment, the monk who was originally standing in the middle of the path suddenly relaxed, looked left and right with some differences, touched his head, and said softly: "Why am I here?"

With that, he shook his head and quickly left the trail.

Jingfa knew that Xiaoshun and they would not be able to finish the big box of Buddhist scriptures for a while, so they didn't stop in Shaolin, and went down the mountain directly to return to a small temple.

As soon as I stepped into the temple gate, I saw that Bu Shuai was sitting in the courtyard and concentrating on writing Buddhist scriptures.

Suddenly, a spiritual light flashed through Jing Fa's mind, and with a puzzled look, he secretly walked behind Bu Shuai and looked carefully at the words he wrote.

The words that are not handsome are written beautifully, just like his people, his words also belong to the handsome guys in thousands of words.

But this word is not the word Jingfa is looking for.

At this moment, Bu Shuai felt that there was someone behind him, he turned his head to look at it, and said with a smile: "Don't be stupid, junior brother, I didn't expect you to be so interested in Buddhism, come, chant Buddhist scriptures with me, and study Buddhism." ”

Hearing this, Jing Fa hurriedly shook his hand, thinking that letting him read those obscure Buddhist scriptures was worse than killing him, and just as he wanted to turn around and escape, he saw the serious master slowly walking over.

"That's right, it's always good to read more books, since you have become the fourth apprentice of my serious master, then I always have to teach you something as a teacher, so let's do it, from today on, you follow the fat brother every morning to learn the rice, every afternoon to follow the not thin brother to dry clothes, every night to follow the not handsome brother to learn Buddhist scriptures, so that you will not waste your time here. ”

After listening to the words of the serious master, before Jing Fa could say no, he saw the figure that was not fat and fat appear in front of him, and smiled at himself: "Don't be stupid, junior brother, let's start." ”

As soon as the words fell, a thick arm directly wrapped around Jing Fa's neck, dragging him towards the stone basin of the rice.