When the people on the top of the mountain began to eat the winter melon meatball soup, the Tzu Chi Temple on the mountainside had already exploded.

Huaizang stood at the door of the meditation room very angrily: "Who the hell sneaked into the temple, so bold that even the bedding of my Tzu Chi Temple dared to steal." ”

The little novice standing beside him wanted to speak and stopped.

Huaizang snorted coldly: "Say, there is something else." ”

Xiao Shami lowered his head and whispered, "The tableware in the fasting room has also been lost, and a lot of food for the winter has been lost." ”

Huaizang was stunned: "Tableware?"

Xiao Shami was also confused: "Yes, it's the tableware, not even a pair of chopsticks left, all lost." ”

Huai Zang frowned: "This is revenge, this must be revenge, someone is deliberately sabotage, stealing bedding, and stealing dishes and chopsticks, it's really well-intentioned." Go buy it at dawn and come back with more. ”

Little Novice: "......"

Huaizang: "Swallow and spit out, if you have something to say, say it quickly." ”

Xiao Shami's voice was even quieter: "But haven't you already closed the mountain and closed the door, who will go?"

Tzu Chi Temple has hundreds of years of precipitation, naturally there are some treasures, behind the Daxiong Treasure Hall there is a scripture pavilion across the two halls, the pavilion is full of Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist exercises.

When you are furious.

A shadow crept into the pavilion.

The shadow was dressed in a gray robe, covering his head and face, and he couldn't see clearly. The gray robe didn't go too fast, his eyes kept scanning the books on the surrounding scripture shelves, and if he found something interested, he would pull it out, dip his saliva, and quickly flip through it.

If you turn three copies, you'll hide one in your sleeve.

I don't know what the sleeves of this gray robe are made of, and I feel that no matter how many books I hide, I won't be full.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is very large, several floors high, tens of thousands of scriptures, this gray robe is looking at it attentively, and then when he walked up to the third floor, a voice suddenly came from his ears: "Stop, which meditation hall are you from, what is the Dharma name? Why do you come to the Scripture Pavilion so late without sleeping? Is there an edict from the elders of the Scripture Pavilion?"

The gray robe turned around, and a fat monk with a fat head and big ears emerged from the corner of the bookshelf.

The gray robe glanced at it, then found a place and continued to read, ignoring it, even the speed of turning the book did not change.

The fat monk took a look, and his originally serious face suddenly became a hippie smile, and he even took out a greasy chicken leg from behind him: "Brother, steal books, steal books, what's the hurry, so late, no one will come to investigate." ”

The chicken leg was handed over: "Isn't it delicious?"

The gray robe moved to the side, separating himself from the chicken leg for some distance.

The fat monk didn't seem to realize the disgust of the gray robe, and even wanted to get closer to see what people were looking at, and then the gray robe raised the scriptures in his hand a little.

The fat monk pouted: "What's so good about the Yi Chan Sanyi Sutra, it's very obscure, look at this one, the Heart Sutra, this one is much better than that one." ”

The gray robe still didn't take care of the fat monk.

But the fat monk didn't seem to care, and even kindly reminded: "Don't worry, watch slowly, take it back if you can't finish it, anyway, in the past few years, there have been fewer and fewer brothers in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the temples have been closed, and there are even fewer people coming." ”

There was a pause in the gray-robed flipping through the book.

The fat monk ate chicken legs and said to himself: "Cultivation is to make a name for yourself, whether it is sword cultivation or Buddhist cultivation, it is the same." Now that the monasteries are closed, there is no need to compete with the cultivation world anymore, there is no motivation, who is willing to endure hardships, do you say this is the truth? ”

The gray robe finally raised his head, as if he glanced at the fat monk.

Followed by.

The fat monk actually pretended to be enthusiastic and put his arm on the shoulder of the gray robe, which was really familiar: "Brother, if you are really interested in these scriptures, look for my brother, my brother is very familiar with this place, and my brother will take you to find it." ”

The fat monk's movements were very sudden, the gray robe did not dodge, and then his whole body trembled: "Dodge!"

The gray robe's voice was muffled, and the sound was not loud, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

The fat monk smiled: "Brother doesn't lie to you, I'm really familiar with this side." ”

An eye knife seemed to shoot out from under the brim of the gray robe, and it glanced at the fat monk: "Get rid of your dirty hands!"

The fat monk was still laughing, and then he thought that he was holding the chicken leg with his hand, which was too oily, and rubbed it the Buddhist robe.

After rubbing, I want to put on the shoulders of the gray robe.

Before his hand touched the gray robe's body, the whole person was a little stiff, as if he had been electrocuted, and his whole body was numb.

A sound sounded in his ears: "Get out!"

The fat monk realized at this moment that the gray robe seemed to be very disgusted with him, and thought to himself: "The thief who stole the book, standing in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is still so arrogant, I am the personal disciple of the elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, don't I have any eyesight?

I was about to teach this blind junior a lesson.

The fat monk suddenly found that the arm he had just put on the gray robe was broken off at the shoulder.

An extra dagger appeared in the palm of the gray-robed hand.

A stabbing out of the blue.

The fat monk opened his mouth and was about to shout, and the Buddha spirit in the spiritual sea began to move frantically at the same time, however, it was too late, the second knife of this gray robe had already come, and it turned into his neck.

The vocal cords were destroyed.

The shouting stopped abruptly.

The fat monk's remaining arm covered his neck vigorously: "You, you are?"

The gray robe raised his head, revealing a bewitching face full of tattoos: "Ghost Valley, Wind Chaser." ”

The fat monk's expression was very surprised, but no matter how unexpected it was, his pupils began to dilate.

The voice of the gray robe echoed in his ears: "I hate meat, I hate fat pigs, I hate chatter." ”

"You have it all. ”

"You've got to die. ”

"You're not wronged, are you?"

After the gray robe killed the fat monk, he continued to flip through the books in the scripture pavilion, and he still didn't find anything in his possession. Naturally, he couldn't find it, and if he could find this wind catcher, he should have found it when he was in the Mahavira Temple.

The Buddha statue sheds blood and tears.

It looks like it is the Buddha's revelation, but what is the truth? In fact, it is the hands and feet made by this gray robe, she is a wind catcher, and the task she received is naturally to catch the wind and shadows.

The army of the Hu Kingdom needs to occupy the northern border of the Tang Kingdom in the shortest possible time, the sixteen states of Youyun, and the 'fireworks plan' of Guigu must at least take the two states of Youyun before the Spring Festival, which is the bottom line.

In order to cooperate with the fireworks, Guigu naturally planned a lot, Chanshan is located at the junction of the two states of Youyun, the geographical location is sensitive, and it is impossible to make mistakes.

Tzu Chi Monastery is located on a Zen mountain.

This kind of Buddhism has many disciples, and the slogan is compassion, so it must be taken care of, but this wind catcher didn't expect that she only used one trick, and Tzu Chi Temple was closed.

In her words: "The courage of the Buddha is so small, smaller than a sesame seed, the brain of the abbot of the Buddha is too wooden, the Buddha statue believes in tears, and the ghost does not believe it!"

In an hour, the gray robe swept through the scripture pavilion, took hundreds of books, and finally, she went into the meditation room in her arms......