A long time ago, Jingbei knew that his junior disciple was not an ordinary novice.

When did he get there? I guess it was when he first started.

He was wearing a monk's robe, holding a Buddhist scripture, standing in the Buddhist hall, but he still looked incompatible with Buddhism.

Jingbei was only two years earlier than Jingnan, and he had always been the youngest monk in Xiaozi Zaitian, and he was so happy when he saw that Shizun had brought his junior brother over, and he was about to come up to sign his hand, but he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him.

Jingbei was stunned for a moment.

He had seen many pairs of eyes, beautiful, ugly, simple, cloudy, but he had never seen anything like them.

His eyes are beautiful and clean, but they are also complex and blurry.

In his eyes is a river, rushing endlessly, rolling through the world, running in an invisible direction.

These are a very unique pair of eyes, but they are not the eyes that a Buddhist monk should have.

He just glanced at him, and then lowered his eyelids again.

Jingbei was a little stunned, but he heard the voice of his master.

"This is your junior brother Jingnan, now you take him to the place where he lives first......"

"Yes, Master. Jingbei replied subconsciously, and then was stunned. "Senior Brother Jingdong, Senior Brother Jingxi, Senior Brother Jingbei, Senior Brother Jingnan...... What's the name of the next junior brother?"

Shizun was stunned for a moment, then thought about it, and really gave an answer: "That's ...... Net Neutral?"

Jingbei: "......"

...... Have you been playing mahjong in the mortal world lately?

But this sentence Jingbei only dared to complain in his heart but did not dare to say it, the master waved his sleeves and went to the backyard, and Jingbei carefully looked at this freshly baked little junior brother.

The face is white and the temperament is fair, except for the eyes that are a little different, but the others are no different from other monks.

He stretched out his hand to the little junior brother in front of him, who looked no more than eleven years old, and the other party glanced at his palm and handed his palm over.

Small, delicate and tender.

is not like him, because he has been copying scriptures all year round, knocking on wooden fish, and has calluses in one hand.

Cultivating the golden body failed to make the palm of the hand more delicate.

Thinking of this, he warned his junior brother with tears streaming down his eyes.

"In the future, you can use the hand oil in my room as you like, don't be reluctant to ......"

...... After you have copied more scriptures, you will naturally understand this painstaking work of the elder brother.

Jing Nan was a little surprised at first, but then nodded obediently: "Okay." ”

While the two were talking, two more senior brothers came over from the backyard.

The two of them squeezed Jingbei away roughly, and then scrambled to hold the little junior brother's hand, and said earnestly: "Little junior brother, you can use the hand essential oil in the senior brother's room as you like......

Only then did Jingnan realize that something was wrong, and tilted his head: "Why...... Say that?"

Senior Brother Jingdong's face was full of vicissitudes: "Master, he can't do anything else, so he will let us copy the book, the scriptures are not memorized, copy the book, cross the line and be punished, copy the book, the temple supervisor and uncle confiscated his mahjong, we also have to copy the book......"

Jingnan blinked.

Then Jingdong heard the devilish voice of his master.

"What did you just say about me?"

"Say that you are the most benevolent master in the world, graceful, handsome and chic, jade tree in the wind, generous and generous......"

However, it was too late, and the kindest and most handsome master in his mouth waved his hand: "Copy the book!"

Jingdong left the scene in a hurry, and Shizun glanced at Jingxi again, Jingxi rolled his eyes, and said before Shizun spoke: "Shizun is the number one sparrow god in the world!"

Shizun was satisfied, waved his sleeves to let him go, and Jingxi hurriedly slipped away.

After solving the two apprentices who complained about the small complaint, the master said that he had other things, threw Jingnan to Jingbei, and went to the courtyard of the temple supervisor.

Jingbei lowered his head, but saw that Jingnan was looking at him with his eyes, he looked at the endless river in Jingbei's eyes, and he was stunned again, and then realized that he was laughing.

He seemed to be very happy, and his smile was particularly infectious, Jingbei was stunned for a moment, and then laughed along, he took him by the hand and led him to the backyard.

In fact, Jingbei's worries about his own junior disciples were purely superfluous.

He has an excellent memory, no matter how obscure the scriptures he reads, he can memorize them backwards, he doesn't like to talk, the most time is to compete for his own eyes to watch the master preach, very well-behaved, even the temple supervisor Uncle also likes this little guy very much, every time the master gives out Jingnan can be exchanged for the understanding and tolerance of the temple supervisor.

- Because of Jingnan, even Jingdong has copied books a lot less.

Jingnan is so well-behaved and sensible, and the understanding of Buddhism is extremely high, even the always strict temple supervisor Uncle is full of praise for him, in the following several discussions, Jingnan on behalf of the Jizo Bodhisattva to participate in the meeting, for the Jizo Gate won a lot of firsts.

The elders' love for Jingnan made the later expulsion of Jingnan from Buddhism particularly untrue.

The temple supervisor who has always been very fond of Jingnan is determined to expel Jingnan from the mountain gate this time, and the master who has always been cheeky and protective of his shortcomings was also silent at that time, and Jingnan, who has always been able to speak well, has never said a word for himself from beginning to end.

Jingbei still remembers that Jingnan kowtowed in front of Xiaozi in front of the gate of heaven at that time.

He still didn't speak, just kowtowed silently.

From morning to evening.

Jingbei and they were confined in the courtyard by Shizun, and when Shizun finally let them out, they could only see Xiaozi's blood spots on the stairs in front of the Heavenly Gate.

When he stepped into the small free sky, he was brought up by his master, and he did not go through the process of "one step at a time".

And when he left, he gave it all back.

His thoughts drifted a little far, and when Jingbei came back to his senses, he found that Senior Brother Jingbei had not left, but was still standing quietly behind him.

He tilted his head, and before he could speak, he saw his Jingnan junior brother say lightly.

"You're the one who takes over the Master's place from Jizo Sect......"

Jingbei was stunned for a moment, nodded, and finally spoke with difficulty: "Master has ...... a thousand years ago"

Sonan didn't have any mood swings: "I know - I knew when the reincarnation path was broken." ”

Jingbei thought for a while and said, "Master hasn't forgotten you......"

Sonan seemed to want to laugh, but he wanted to cry inexplicably, and finally gave him a somewhat ugly expression: "I know ...... too" He closed his eyes slightly, and finally smiled with relief, tilting his head and looking at Jingbei: "Your strength is only higher than that of the master." ”

Although he is also the top strength in Kyushu, he is just a god.

Jingbei suddenly felt a little uncomfortable: "If you continue to cultivate Buddhism, your strength will be only higher than me......

Although Jingnan is in the path of Fu Xiu, Jingbei can still always think of the delicate figure that talked eloquently at the Taoist meeting.

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