Happy times always pass quickly, and it is the fourth watch at this time.

Now that the play is over, it's time to get down to business.

"Senior Brother Xuankong, what should Xuanle do?" asked the Xuanjie Master, who was in charge of the Discipline Academy.

The abbot of Xuankong had a peaceful face: "Amitabha." Xuanle, is there anything else you want to say? ”

Xuan Le opened his eyes: "Give me a chance." ”

"What else can you do now?" the Master of Mystery scoffed.

Xuan Le sneered: "It seems that you don't really have the trust of the Golden Light Buddha either. The 'Bodhi Enlightenment Dafa' obtained from the Thousand Buddha Caves is not a fragment, but a complete book. ”

He turned to the abbot of Xuankong again and begged: "Senior Brother Xuankong, I hope you will read that I have no merit and hard work in the past ten years, give me a chance, let me go back to the Thousand Buddha Cave and take the complete 'Bodhi Mingxin Dafa' and present it to Shaolin!"

The abbot of Xuankong didn't answer, and Master Xuanji couldn't help laughing: "Let's not say whether you can get the cheats when you go back, and don't say whether you will come back if you get the cheats." The poor monk just wanted to ask, how do you know that the poor monk only brought back the fragments?"

Xuan Le's face turned pale: "It's difficult...... Isn't it......? It couldn't be ......."

Master Xuanji smiled contemptuously: "The poor monk is not as stupid as you. ”

Abbot Xuankong opened his eyes and looked compassionate: "Senior Brother Xuanle, don't worry, the little monk will send you away." ”

Xuanle showed joy on his face, endured the sharp pain like a tear in his abdomen, crawled in front of the abbot of Xuankong, and kowtowed heavily: "Thank you, senior brother! Thank you, senior brother!"

"Amitabha, good, good......" Xuankong Abbot was compassionate, and smashed Xuanle's Heavenly Spirit Cover with one palm, he didn't even react, and his face still maintained the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

The three masters of Xuanji, Xuanhua, and Xuanjie all have unchanged expressions.

Only Wu Qian was shocked.

The abbot of Xuankong turned around: "Wu Shaoxia." ”

Wu Qianmeng then retreated a few feet and said vigilantly: "Please speak." ”

Does he want to destroy my mouth?

“...... Why are you so far away?" the abbot of Xuankong was puzzled.

"The moon looks rounder here. Wu Qian explained.

"......" The abbot of Xuankong saw Wu Qiao's distrust, and said with a wry smile: "Wu Shaoxia, please rest assured, our temple will not be unfavorable to Shaoxia,"

Wu Qian glanced at Xuanle who had no breath on the ground and said speechlessly: "Master don't be joking, if you don't want to kill my mouth, why do you want to kill a Xuanle who is already a wasted person." ”

I really regret not bringing Xiaobai here, if the two of them are together, maybe I can escape without paying the price.

The abbot of Xuankong said with a sad face: "Because the little monk can't bear to watch Senior Brother Xuanle continue to suffer." ”

Xuanji spoke: "Senior brother is still too kind. ”

Xuanjie Xuanhua also echoed: "Yes, yes." ”

Wu Qian: "Hehe......"

I'm afraid this group of bald people is not crazy!

Xuankong looked at Wu Qian reproachfully: "Could it be that Wu Shaoxia still wants to let him live to torture him?" No, this is too cruel, the little monk will never allow it!"

"Isn't it good to be alive. "Wu is tired.

Xuankong shook his head and said: "Please think about it Wu Shaoxia, if you become an elder in the top sect of the rivers and lakes, and then one day suddenly the dantian is abolished, and all the super skills of decades of penance have come to naught, and you have become a traitor who cannot be tolerated by the world, can you bear the torment and torture in your heart, as well as the strange eyes cast by the world, and insist on living?"

"Can't ......," Wu Qian said in a low voice.

But Xuan Le Neng! Seeing the strong desire to survive just now, it is obvious that he would rather live than die!

So in order to avoid his suffering, the little monk would rather have karma on his body than see him tortured. Abbot Xuankong closed his eyes with a painful expression and folded his hands.

The other three masters also clasped their hands together, and all four of them recited the Buddha's name at the same time: "Amitabha Buddha ......"

Faced with the lineup of two 'congenital' and two 'Dao Law Natural', Wu Qian wisely chose to forget about this matter.

Who is Xuanle? Is there such a person in Shaolin Temple?

The abbot of Xuankong showed a smile of 'the son can be taught': "Since this matter is over, then the thing that I promised the young man last night will be done." The three masteries of the 'Maha Immeasurable Technique', the 'Vajra Prajna Heart Sutra' and the 'Bodhi Enlightenment Dafa' were handed over to the young man to observe overnight, but he had to watch it accompanied by the two disciples of Xuanjie Xuanhua. ”

The deal reached last night, Wu Qiang helped investigate and deal with several spies in the temple, and who the spies were. If it succeeds, Shaolin will allow him to observe the 'Maha Immeasurable Formula' and the 'Bodhi Clarity Sutra' and 'Vajra Prajna Heart Sutra' brought back by Xuanji.

"Thank you, the abbot really kept his word. Wu Qian bowed solemnly, and then under the leadership of the two Xuanjie, he went to the direction of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

There was a faint muttering behind him: "You offended the abbot and still want to leave?"

The pace of Wu Qiao's departure accelerated.

"Senior brother, is it really good to let an outsider learn these three unique skills? After all, the integration of the three volumes is the golden martial arts cultivated by the legendary Bodhidharma Patriarch. Xuanji frowned, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "I understand! Senior brother is to see that this son will be extraordinary in the future, if you can't get rid of him at this time, you will make friends with him and form a good fate, in case he is not good for my Shaolin in the future!"

"Senior brother, you have returned to Shaolin, and you will never have to act again in the future, so don't have so many scenes in your heart. ”

"Then why ......"

"It doesn't matter. Master Xuankong interrupted him and said calmly: "The three-volume 'Rulai Crossing Heart General Technique' is indeed a golden martial art, but it has a fatal drawback, so it doesn't hurt to let Wu Shaoxia get it." ”

Xuanji said in a deep voice: "Unless you have a thousand years of cultivation, even if you learn this trick, you can't use it." ”

The abbot of Xuankong nodded, and his smile was mysterious: "And Wu Shaoxia's relationship with Shaolin is more than that. ”

Master Xuanji was thoughtful when he heard this......

.........

In the early morning of the next day, Wu Qiang woke up from meditating with his eyes closed, put down the three volumes of mastery in his hand, said hello to the two masters of Xuanjie and Xuanhua who had been guarding all night, and walked out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

As he walked, he complained in his heart: "If you come to the general trick of the heart, you still need a thousand years of cultivation? Where did I get a thousand years of cultivation!"

Not far away, the little white girl with her hands clasped around her chest leaned against a tree and closed her eyes, where she had been keeping watch all night.

Wu Qian quietly approached and looked at her carefully.

At this time, it happened that the morning sun was just beginning, and the sun hit her face through the leaves, adding a bit of softness to her cold and pretty face.

Wu Qian couldn't help but stretch out his sinful left hand and stroke it towards ...... next to her face.

The little white girl opened her eyes, and her black and white eyes looked at him quietly.

It just so happened that a breeze was blowing at this time, and a strand of hair on Su Mu's white sideburns fell mischievously in front of his ears. Wu Qian's outstretched left hand naturally brought the strand of green silk behind her ear, and did not withdraw his hand, but gently stroked her red delicate ear.

After a long time, he said softly, "It's good. ”

When the gentle spring breeze blew gently, seventeen-year-old Su Mubai stood there.

People say that the years have never gone away, and the youth has not yet parted, so how can the years be helpless and drift away, and the memories wither with the wind. From the age of twenty-seven to the age of seventeen, the affectionate gaze spans ten years, and it is not only ten years to tell all the stories, after all, the youth is the youth, and the flowing water is time.

The spring morning sun shone on his face, adding three points of tenderness to the corners of his floating mouth.

The little white girl looked at him in a daze.

For a long time, his eyes were slightly narrowed.

"Acquaintance with Jun Chu is like returning to ...... old friend"