In order to complete the confession, although Hong Yong had doubts in his heart, he still found a question in the Diamond Sutra to test Fang Zhongjin.

Sure enough, seeing Fang Zhongjin smiled slightly, he returned and said: "All things in the world, there are oviparous, viviparous, moisture-born, incarnated, thinking, and non-thinking, and the Buddha has let them enter the realm of the unity of mind and matter, and liberate life and death." ”

This answer is ingenious and profound.

Those novices who understood the characters didn't understand, so they just looked at each other.

And Hong Yong knew best how subtle Fang Zhongjin's answer was.

He carefully looked at Fang Zhongjin from top to bottom, as if he wanted to confirm his true nature from the young man's appearance.

Is this son wise and close to the demon, or does he really have a wisdom root?

After a long time, Hong Yong finally sighed and said, "Okay." You answered very well. ”

The novices in the meditation hall suppressed their voices and began to talk one after another.

Uncle Hong Yong doesn't like to be harsh on people on weekdays, but he doesn't praise any senior brother easily.

Praise or dissatisfaction were hidden under his wrinkled eyelids, and the whole person was gentle and subtle like a cloud.

And today's Uncle Hong Yong is really abnormal, first deliberately making things difficult for the donor, and then rating a Sanskrit "Diamond Sutra" that shocked the four as "all wrong".

Everyone still thinks that Uncle Hong Yong dislikes him because of what the donor has done in the past.

Who would have thought that after Hong Yong repeatedly "made things difficult" for Fang Shi, he suddenly praised him for "answering very well".

In the entire meditation hall, there were only one or two young novices who had been praised by Uncle Hong Yong.

And most of the praise at that time was like a dragonfly saying "yes".

It shows that Uncle Hong Yong's appreciation for Fang Zhongjin surpasses every young monk in the entire meditation hall.

They didn't know that this "very good" was a compromise on Hong Yong's heart.

What he thought in his heart at this time was: maybe he should persuade the abbot, and he can't look at this young man with prejudice.

In the end, the flood suppressed all kinds of thoughts, and said loudly: "The hour is not early. That's all for today's morning class. It's time for you to go to church, too. ”

After saying this, he got up and sent him off, and slowly walked out with his body bent.

Hong Yong's so-called "passing through the court" is not the "passing through the court" in the yamen. Rather, it refers to having breakfast.

These Shaolin monks have long been accustomed to practicing day after day.

At this time, it was already autumn, and it was a little late in the day. The night sky outside seemed to have been diluted by clear water.

Out of the meditation hall, there is still a crescent moon hanging in the air outside.

After the morning class, the young monks also walked back and forth along the path of the temple in twos and threes, towards the Jixiang Hall.

However, today's novices are obviously more excited than in the past.

Although monks should not make more tongues, these young monks who are not deeply cultivated still gathered together and quietly talked about what they saw and heard today.

In the end, these people are all young people who are fresh first, and they are used to living ordinary days on weekdays, and it is rare to have such a new thing, which is enough for them to comment in private for many days.

The people in the lobby were almost gone, and Hong Ji and Hong Du stood up separately.

Hong Ji was smiling at this time, his face full of joy. Hong Du had a cold face, and he couldn't see his joy or anger.

Hong Ji even winked at Hong Du. He is usually a straightforward character, but now he is suddenly naughty, which seems a little funny.

Hong Du looked at his strange appearance, and just snorted coldly from his nose.

The two of them have been brothers for more than 20 years, and they have long known each other's thoughts and habits.

Hong Du knew that Hong Ji was praised by Senior Brother Hong Yong because of Fang Zhongjin, so he winked his eyebrows.

And Hong Ji is simple-minded, he has long felt that Fang Zhongjin is a good person. However, the master and Hong Du always had prejudices against him.

Now that Hong Yong is soft, the happiest person may be Hong Ji.

The two of them, one with a hippie smile and the other gloomy and indifferent, stood for a while before looking at Fang Zhongjin strangely.

After Fang Zhongjin answered Hong Yong's question. He was motionless as if an old monk had settled down.

Hong Du looked Fang Zhongjin up and down with suspicious eyes, not knowing what kind of mystery he was making trouble.

Hong Ji was really anxious, he shook his wide flesh palm in front of Fang Zhongjin's eyes, and asked, "What's wrong with Brother Fang?"

And Fang Zhongjin's eyes were like losing focus, and they suddenly regained their coldness and clarity.

It turned out that when he blurted out the answer, he suddenly realized something.

Perhaps it was because the Buddha regarded all beings as equal, and there was no difference between humans and animals, that he could transcend the heavens and the earth.

Fang Zhongjin was disturbed by the Divine Deterrence Technique because he felt guilty about Lu'er's death.

If only he could be like the Buddha, he would treat all living beings like animals. Seeing people die is like seeing chickens slaughtered and dogs slaughtered, maybe even the magic trick of Nalaoshzi can't help him.

But this is just an imagination after all, to be so black-hearted and cold-blooded, I don't know what kind of Shura hell I have to go through.

Fang Zhongjin raised his eyes to look at Hong Ji's anxious face, and suddenly smiled, and even the last trace of coldness in his eyes was carefully concealed.

There are thousands of people in this Shaolin Temple, and the only one who trusts Fang Zhongjin is this honest monk.

His martial arts are among the best in the temple, and he also bears the heavy responsibility of guarding Fang Zhongjin.

It wouldn't be a bad thing to trap him anyway.

Fang Zhongjin stood up neatly and followed Hong Ji and Hong Du out of the Jingsi Palace.

Along the way, Hong Du was silent. Hong Ji happily talked about the next arrangement.

Fang Zhongjin continued without a sentence.

The three of them just hurriedly ate a few white steamed buns in Jixiangtang, got some bitter pickles, and hurried to the next place.

The rest of the monks of the Wuzi generation should go to the martial arts training ground to practice at this time.

Fang Zhongjin naturally wouldn't go with him. Abbot Cheng Hui had already arranged for him to go to the Hall of Introspection.

As soon as you hear the name of this self-reflection hall, you will know that it is the place where the monks who make mistakes in the temple are punished.

Fang Zhongjin was prepared in his heart, so he didn't know how to introspect how the people in the hall should learn from themselves.

But when they came to the hall of self-reflection, they saw that the windows here were bright and clean, and there was no murderous atmosphere.

As soon as the two young monks on duty inside knew Fang Zhongjin's identity, they said, "You came late enough, wait for us to check." ”

With that, they flipped to the latest page in a thick account book.

After the two of them saw the black and white words on the account book, they both looked at each other in surprise.

Then one of them got up and rummaged for a long time, found an empty bamboo basket, and said, "This thing is barely enough." You take this and go fetch water.

Come here to get a bamboo skewer for every load. If you receive 500 sticks, you'll be done with your homework for the day. ”

After saying this, Fang Zhongjin seemed to hear the snickering sound of Hong Du behind him.