Yongin smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm undercover. ”

Xuanle, whose dantian had been abandoned, fell into deep despair: "How did you guess that it was mine." ”

Master Xuanjie, who pretended to be seriously injured on the ground, got up and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth: "We don't just suspect you, to be precise, the seven leaders except for the poor monk and the Xuanhua junior disciple are all objects of suspicion. ”

Master Xuanhua continued: "Yes, the poor monk and the senior brother of Xuanjie are in charge of the Bodhi Monastery and the Precept Academy, and the two of us can freely enter and exit the top floor of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion without the consent of the abbot. So the two of us cleared the suspicion from the beginning. ”

"Master Yongren has quietly entered the temple yesterday to inform Senior Brother Xuankong that he should contact him to meet tonight. Master Xuanjie's always serious face had a rare smile: "There is no activity in the courtyards at night today, so Senior Brother Xuankong arranged for the poor monk to keep vigil to see who will go out at night." ”

Xuan Le was puzzled: "But those who go out without permission are obviously Xuanhua!"

"What Senior Brother Xuanjie said was the original plan, but after discussing it, I felt that people who could lurk in the temple for more than ten years or even sit on the first seat would not be so unwise. Xuanhua's gloomy face dissipated, and he returned to a smiling appearance: "Fortunately, with the guidance of the master, the poor monk and Senior Brother Xuanjie cooperated with Master Yongren to perform this scene. ”

Xuan Le had one last question, he looked at Yongren: "You have been a national teacher of the Western Regions for more than ten years, and you have even gained the trust of the Thousand Buddha Caves...... What benefits did the Shaolin Temple give you, so that you even betrayed us at the risk of being hunted down and killed by the entire Western Regions? Who the hell are you!"

Yongren clasped his hands together and looked peaceful: "Amitabha, the poor monk's surname is Yi Mingyi, and after he was ordained as a monk, he was given the Dharma name Xuanji, and he was the younger brother of the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and he went undercover in the Western Regions twenty years ago. Liu Jianming's donor, the Shaolin Temple that you have advanced for eighteen years, naturally you have never known about the poor monks. ”

Xuan Le's face was gloomy: "Give me a chance." ”

Yongin: "How can I give you a chance?" ”

Xuanle: "I didn't have a choice before, but now I want to be a good person." ”

Yongren: "Okay, go and tell the Buddha to see if he will let you be a good person." ”

Xuanle: "That's what you want me to do." ”

Yongren: "I'm sorry, I'm from the Shaolin Temple. ”

The light in Xuanle's eyes gradually dimmed.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" A Buddha horn came, and the abbot of Xuankong walked slowly, followed by a person, who was Wu Qiang, who directed the scene.

"Thanks to Wu Shaoxia's strategy, let the little monk and others know that you are the only spy in the temple. The abbot of Xuankong looked calm.

"Where, where. Wu Qian said modestly: "The main thing is that a few masters perform well." ”

"First of all, Yongin, oh no, Master Xuanji. Wu Qiang commented: "After Master Xuanji admitted defeat, he glanced at the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, and that glance contained emotions such as anger, sadness, loss, remorse, and liberation, and even a trace of happiness in the deepest part. And then close your eyes and open your eyes again is really a stroke of genius, closing your eyes is to suppress your inner emotions, and then open your eyes, your eyes are already ancient wells without waves. The master is really good acting!"

Wu Shaoxia was polite. Xuanji smiled smugly: "The poor monk has been lurking in the Western Regions for twenty years, and it can be said that his acting skills have been honed in life." And at that time, the poor monk did feel it in his heart, and closing his eyes and opening his eyes was also the proud work of the poor monk, and the reason why the poor monk was able to break through himself was because there was a senior brother and I who played together, so as to stimulate the potential of the poor monk. ”

Wu Qian nodded solemnly: "Yes, Master Xuanji has the essence of this way, but the abbot of Xuankong can compete with you and not fall behind at all." When you turned to leave, the abbot looked at your back, his eyes were full of reluctance and guilt, countless words poured into his mouth, but in the end he swallowed them all, just recited a Buddha name, the sound of 'Amitabha Buddha' hidden countless emotions, Xuankong Abbot's drama skills can be seen. It is worthy of being a well-known old drama bone in the Central Plains. ”

"Amitabha. "The abbot of Xuankong is always so modest:" Wu Shaoxia praised falsely, the little monk only watched the drama in the bazaar when he was young, and his acting skills were really poor. It's a shame to say that the reason for this performance at that time can only be said to be the profoundness of the junior brother's acting skills, which made the little monk touch the scene and feel emotional. The performance at that time was really the original intention of the little monk. ”

The master laughed. Wu Qiang affirmed the acting skills of the abbot of Xuankong, and then hesitated for a moment: "Although the two masters performed well, they ...... It really can't be counted as the best. ”

Xuanji was displeased, he did not allow others to question his acting skills that he had cultivated in the enemy camp for twenty years: "The poor monk doesn't like to hear what the donor says, but you can tell me what's wrong with me?"

Well, just now he affectionately called other people's young heroes, and now he has become a donor.

Wu Qian rolled his eyes and patiently explained: "There is no problem with the master's acting skills, but the problem is that the two of them are off topic." You were playing the national teacher of the Western Regions at that time, but you can show that you are indeed a Shaolin monk in the play. It stands to reason that you and Abbot Xuankong should meet for the first time, how can you have so many emotions? ”

After a moment's thought, the master of mysteries climbed into his face in shame. It doesn't take any acting skills to act as a stranger, but he can't help but add drama to himself.

Seeing that Master Xuanji had already understood, Wu Qian continued: "If you want to say that you have a good performance, you must count Master Xuanjie." It was normal for him to refute Master Xuanhua's acting skills at that time, but the finishing touch was at the end, and when Master Xuanhua showed hatred, he happened to turn his head one step ahead of time and didn't see it, so he didn't make Xuanle suspicious. And when Xuan Le sneaked up on him just now, Master Xuan Jie spurted a mouthful of blood angrily, looking back at Xuan Le's eyes in mid-air, that feeling of disbelief, I really don't know what words to use to describe it!"

Xuanjie's usually serious face was full of smiles at this time: "The poor monk knew that his acting skills were not good, and at the beginning he was really just performing his usual appearance, and in the end, he turned his head because of the tacit understanding with Xuanhua's junior brother, and the poor monk knew that he should have shown resentful eyes at that time, so he turned his head back in advance."

As for just now, the poor monk is also performing in his true colors, but he temporarily suppressed the inner feelings when he saw Xuanle, until he released it when he attacked me, and he should not be praised by the young man. ”

Wu Qiang nodded in agreement: "That's true, so the best performance tonight is Master Xuanhua." ”

Master Xuanhua was stunned: "No, there are not many places for poor monks to perform, how can the best one today be a poor monk?"

Wu Qian affirmed: "Master Xuanhua is too modest, at the beginning, the timing of your opening to mention the 'Vajra Prajna Heart Sutra' was simply perfect, and it happened to be the time when the Xuankong Abbot and Master Yongren were at a stalemate using their respective peerless skills. Mentioning cheats at this time will inevitably make people with a heart notice you.

After that, you changed your kind eyes in the past, and argued with the master of Xuanjie with mockery, which made the lurkers suspect that you were also a spy, and the last trace of resentment in your eyes was even more wonderful, which sublimated the whole scene.

Then tonight, when you connected with the national teacher Yongren, your expression was more gloomy, and it was diametrically opposed to the amiability of the past, which was obviously very much in line with the way the lurker had been living with a mask, and then he even took out the real 'Maha Immeasurable Formula' and handed it to Master Yongren. In the original setting, you should have said that the task has not been completed, and the scene you added can be described as a stroke of genius! The grade of the whole play has been completely sublimated! Master Xuanhua, please accept the next bow!"

Wu Qian bowed solemnly, and Master Xuanhua happily helped him up: "Where is it, it is mainly the excellent script arranged by Wu Shaoxia, the ups and downs of the plot, and the excellent acting skills of the senior brothers that make this play a perfect success!"

"It's still a good performance by Xuanhua's junior brother, in vain I have honed my acting skills in the Western Regions for 20 years, and today I know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky!"

"Eh~ What did the senior brother say! It's just because the role played by the senior brother doesn't require any acting skills, and it's really useless to let the senior brother play this role!"

"The drama of the Xuanhua junior brother has simply melted into the bones, and the poor monk has been served!"

"It's all because of the good cooperation of Senior Brother Xuanjie that can have such an effect!"

"It's still Wu Shaoxia's rehearsal of a good play, the little monk's original arrangement is compared to him, it's simply unsightly!"

"Where, where, the abbot is too modest!"

Wu Qian: "Hey, hey, hey......"

Xuankong: "Hehehehe......"

Xuanjie: "Roar hahahaha......"

Xuanhua: "...... "

Xuanji: "Hum hum ......"

In the mountains behind Shaolin, barbell-like laughter came and went.

Looking at the smug expressions of the group of drama spirits in front of him, Xuanle, who fell to the ground, closed his eyes in pain, and tears of remorse slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes......