Ji Xiaoyue got up very early today, earlier than usual.

As soon as I opened my eyes, there was no trace of sleepiness.

Probably because I slept in the meditation hall last night, or because I was scared by Jiang Xiaoman, who was standing in front of the window.

"Death to you!"

Rubbing her somewhat swollen eyes, Ji Xiaoyue was quite dissatisfied and pouted.

It's good that I slept in my clothes last night, otherwise it would have been really mad.

Jiang Xiaoman just put his head on the window, hehe smiled, and the little girl who looked at it couldn't help but be hairy.

Xiao Tang's heart froze, and he subconsciously touched his throat, thinking that the phantasmagoric pill was showing his feet.

When he felt that the conjured Adam's apple between his neck was still there, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

One rolled over and jumped off the bed, Ji Xiaoyue stared at the lazy young man at the window with her hands on her hips, and asked loudly, "Jiang Xiaoman, what are you going to do?"

Scratching his head, Jiang Xiaoman smiled and said, "I didn't do anything, I just felt that you were quite cute when you slept." ”

He didn't dismantle the little church, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, just staring at the little church's face.

The young man felt that the two of them went all the way north like this, perhaps, it was not bad.

I want to see what tricks Ji Xiaoyue, the dead girl, wants to play.

The little girl didn't know that she had revealed her identity in a daze last night, but she thought that she had something on her face, so she hurriedly stretched out her hand to wipe it.

While rubbing his face, he looked out the window with some confusion, and the young man, who smiled much better than when he frowned, asked, "Is there something dirty on my face?"

Jiang Xiaomanle nodded happily and said, "Indeed, you have a drop of ink on your right cheek, I think it was accidentally dyed when you were napping on the side when Miss Xiao was copying the scriptures last night." ”

As soon as the words fell, regardless of whether Ji Xiaoyue wanted to or not, she jumped in with one hand on the window and jumped into the room.

The room prepared for pilgrims in this Wutong Temple on weekdays is not too big, but it is also simple and simple, and there is a painting left by the predecessors on the wall.

The huge Zen characters, don't say it, but it really shows the Buddha's spirit.

Before Ji Xiaoyue could react, the young man chuckled and stretched out his hand and pinched her fleshy face.

Suddenly, the chapel turned red.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake the cold but long fingers off his face.

Unfortunately, the effect is not very great.

The little girl's brows furrowed slightly, a pair of big eyes stared at the lazy young man, pouted, and said angrily, "What do you want to do?"

Jiang Xiaoman lowered his head slightly to look at the little hall who was a head shorter than himself, then released his hand from Ji Xiaoyue's fleshy face, stretched out his index finger and pointed at her eyebrows, and chuckled: "Why do you frown? Brother Xiaoyue, you have to smile more, that way it looks good!"

Ji Xiaoyue was stunned, and she didn't come back to her senses for a while.

The lazy boy took the opportunity to rub the little girl's head again, and said, 'It's time to go down,' and laughed and pushed open the door of the chamber and walked out.

When she came back to her senses and chased out in embarrassment, she could still see the nasty figure of Jiang Xiaoworm.

Gritting his teeth and pouting, he walked back into the room, slamming the window and the door shut.

Ji Xiaoyue leaned against the wooden door, only to feel that her cheeks were hot.

There must be a demon when things go wrong, this ginger worm, today is really abnormal.

The little girl covered her chest with her hands, only to feel her heart beating faster.

Suddenly, Ji Xiaoyue seemed to remember something, and suddenly slapped her forehead, secretly saying badly.

Last night, I seemed to shout at the boy in a daze!

I was too sleepy at the time, and I didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was a dream.

Looking back now, could it be that Jiang Xiaoman, a stinky guy, noticed something?

But it doesn't look like it, after all, it was Brother Xiaoyue who he called himself just now.

If so, if you really find yourself dressed as a man.

With Jiang Xiaoworm's character, he will inevitably debunk himself.

At that time, it wasn't the Xiaoyue brothers who shouted.

It must be either a little snitch or a dead girl.

In short, it won't be your own name.

The little girl shook her head, and if she couldn't figure it out, she simply stopped thinking about it.

She is a very optimistic character, but Jiang Xiaoworm didn't rest last night, so her head is abnormal.

He turned around and put the bed away, picked up the cloth in front of the table and gently wiped the room.

He clapped his hands and glanced at the big Zen characters on the wall.

Ji Xiaoyue happily nodded with satisfaction.

Push open the door and walk out of the meditation room.

Jiang Xiaoman and the others packed up early and waited in the Zen courtyard, which couldn't help but make the little girl blush slightly.

Dare to love, he is the slowest one.

Ghost Tiger and Wei Ran were originally born in the army, and they have been used to marching and fighting for many years, so this schedule is naturally very regular.

But I didn't expect that even Miss Xiao, who copied the scriptures overnight yesterday, got up earlier than her.

The sunlight hit Ji Xiaoyue's face, staining her already long eyelashes with a faint golden halo.

Jiang Xiaoman looked at Xiao Tangqi's familiar face, and remembered for no reason that the night he left Fancheng, he saw through the beams of the roof that pair of eyes as clear as a lake, and the tears that fell down.

I couldn't help but reach out and touch my heart, only to feel warm.

There, there is a stack of gold leaves.

It is the most precious thing in today's teenagers.

It's not the gold leaf itself, it's the tears that the girl once dripped from it.

Compared to the red sandalwood gun magazine behind him, the gentian silver spear that can be ranked on the list of Kyushu divine soldiers is more precious.

Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help but reach out and wanted to touch Xiao Tang's head, but this time he didn't succeed.

As if expected, she turned around and dodged.

He couldn't help laughing, and said, "I said Brother Xiaoyue, you are really slow enough, grinding and chirping like a girl!"

Xiao Tang took a sip and said angrily: "You look like a girl!"

The two competed against each other, making the corners of everyone's mouths flutter.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and the monks in Wutong Temple had already started their morning class.

If it is said that the most idle in this temple is the Zhanhai Zen master who participated in meditation in front of the Buddha and quietly passed more than 200 springs, autumns, winters and summers.

Originally, the old monk meant to eat some fasting before going down the mountain.

But Jiang Xiaoman's heart is between Uncle Dugu and Nabei Qin Baizhong, and the so-called ten-year period is approaching.

Therefore, he politely declined the kindness of the old monk, thinking of going down the mountain earlier to continue his journey.

If it weren't for the fact that the three thousand taels of gold that he had not given to Tieyimen, he originally planned not to return to Jincheng, and when he got down the mountain, he would go all the way north.

Out of the boundary of Jincheng, along the Lancang River and then to the north, is the three states of the north.

I thought that the next journey would be uneventful, but now I am looking forward to it more and more.

Zhanhai Zen Master sent him all the way, until he stopped in front of the mountain gate.

The old monk looked at the group and chanted the Buddha trumpet, with a smile on the corners of his eyebrows and mouth.

This is especially true when looking at the girl surnamed Xiao.

Xiao Ying not only copied the sutra she had obtained from Tallinn to Zen Master Zhanhai.

In order to thank Wutong Temple for depositing Mo Yu's bones, he also donated half of the most cherished Buddhist scriptures to the old monk during his mother's lifetime.

Last night, when Zhan Hai took the half-volume scripture, his lips trembled and he was indescribably excited.

It is one of the three holy places of Zen Buddhism in the city of Qamdo, and it is easy not to spread the secret book of Buddhism Zhenzong "Lengyan Sutra".

Although it is only half of it, it is a blessing for the entire Wutong Temple.

Even Zen Master Zhanhai only followed his master to the Central Realm to practice when he first entered Zen Buddhism.

In that city of Qamdo, where one sect occupies one city, I heard a half-footed master who had already stepped into the Western Heaven Pure Land and was so old that he was so old that he mentioned it.

This supreme secret book of Zen Buddhism, involving great cause and effect, is only preserved in the city of Qamdo and has never been passed on.

In non-Buddhist holy places, the most core disciples are qualified to participate in enlightenment.

Legend has it that if you can understand the Dharma, you can become a Buddha.

Even if it is a branch of Zen Buddhism in several other domains, it has always been impossible to see it.

The reason why the three holy places of Zen Buddhism can be called holy places.

The biggest reason for this is that the three holy places contain the secret texts of the supreme Buddha of Zen Buddhism.

The "Lenga Sutra" of the "Lion Forest" in the Western Regions, the "Diamond Sutra" of the "Lianchi Temple", and the "Lengyan Sutra" of the "Qamdo City" in the Central Regions.

The whole Kyushu, the five domains of thousands of Zen inheritance.

Only these three scriptures can enable people to cultivate the golden body of Buddhahood.

The rest, such as the Wutong Temple has been lost for a long time, and only recently was fortunate enough to be recovered due to Xiao Ying's loss.

When you practice to the fullest, you can only attain the bodhisattva status.

If the foundation is weaker, the scriptures that have been passed down.

Cultivating the Great Achievement, he may only be able to reach the Arhat Fruit level.

The last presiding officer of Wutong Temple was Zhanhai's mentor and Qibao Zen Master.

The old monk has practiced for 470 years, and the Dharma has been penetrated.

However, due to the loss of one of the most important classics in the temple, the inheritance is incomplete.

After all, he was one line away from the positive result of cultivation, and he failed to survive the five decays of heaven and man, and ascended to the Pure Land of Bliss in the Western Heavens.

Despite this, before sitting down, he seemed to feel something, leaving a Buddhist sentence for Zhanhai.

'When the rain is only in Jincheng, Mo goes up the mountain in front of Tallinn.

The self-owned view is free to appear, and the sycamore has flourished for thousands of years. ’

Xiaotong Xiao has finally been fulfilled today.

The volume was written by the first patriarch of Wutong Temple, and was passed down for thousands of years with Wutong Temple, and then disappeared for thousands of years.

finally borrowed the hand of the girl surnamed Xiao and appeared in the world again.

And he got half a volume of the supreme secret book of Buddhism, "Lengyan Sutra".

In other days, if there is a disciple with a wise root, he will use this to cultivate the fruit of the golden body of the Buddha.

It can really bless the Wutong Temple to flourish for thousands of years.

There is a way that people are in good spirits when they are happy, even if it is the old Zen master of Zhanhai who has already escaped into the empty door, he is not exempt from vulgarity.

Everyone waved goodbye to the old Zen master and walked down the stone steps down the mountain.

The old monk stood in front of the mountain gate, watching the backs of everyone.

It wasn't until he was completely gone that he chuckled and turned back to the temple.

It's just that one foot has just stepped into the mountain gate, and the other foot has not yet stepped in.

The bearded man who walked at the back seemed to remember something, and hurriedly stopped and chased back to the mountain.

The ghost tiger laughed and called out to the old monk.

He took out a book wrapped in cotton cloth from his bosom, handed it to Zen Master Zhanhai, and said, "Old general, my son-in-law can't come because of something delayed, so I am specially instructed to transfer this thing to you." ”

"Amitabha, Lord Jiang has a heart!" Singing the Buddha's name, Zhan Hai stretched out his hands and put the book wrapped in cotton cloth into his hand.

Seeing the old monk take the book, Ghost Tiger nodded, he thought for a while and said softly: "Childe said that this cotton cloth is wrapped in a scripture book, which was given by a close friend when he traveled to the Central Regions in the past. In order to avoid dusting the pearl, I was entrusted with the hand of the Zen master. ”

With that, the bearded man saluted Zhan Hai with his hands folded slightly, and walked down the mountain again.

Out of courtesy, Zhan Hai did not immediately unwrap the cotton cloth wrapped around the scriptures.

After watching the figure of the ghost tiger disappear from sight again, he carefully opened the layers of cotton cloth.

When he saw the words on the cover of the scripture book in his hand, the old monk couldn't help but burst into tears.

It was just from the girl surnamed Xiao that she got the next volume of the "Lengyan Sutra" not long ago.

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Approaching the foot of the mountain, Ghost Tiger and Jiang Xiaoman and his party will also part ways.

"Uncle Ghost Tiger!" Seeing that the Ghost Tiger jumped into the void and was about to leave, Jiang Xiaoman suddenly thought of something and hurriedly stopped him.

The bearded man turned around, looked at Jiang Xiaoman with some confusion, and asked, "Is there anything else wrong with the little boy?"

Jiang Xiaoman smiled and said, "Uncle Ghost Tiger, this Miss Xiao, she came to the Southern Regions from the Central Domain this time to find a person named Dugu Zhai for her mother. I want to ask you, is there such a person in the Beiliang Dugu clan?"

"Dugu Zhai?" Repeating the name in a low voice, Ghost Tiger glanced at the young man in front of him, shook his head slightly, and said, "Among the two younger generations of the clan, there doesn't seem to be such a person. ”

Jiang Xiaoman nodded with some disappointment, and the ghost tiger glanced at the girl surnamed Xiao not far away, and secretly transmitted to him: "There is indeed no such person in the clan, but when Gongzi was as old as Xiao Gongzi, he had traveled to several other domains under this name. ”

"What?"

Jiang Xiaoman was incredulous, raised his head and looked at him in surprise.