Zhixin was stunned, looking at He Zhuowu like that didn't look like a joke!

"The donor's young hero, why do you want to escape into the empty door, can't you have seen through the red dust?"

He Zhuowu pouted.

"I don't know if Hongchen sees through it, I just want to be a monk of Wanmu Temple, master, you just want me to have a relationship with the Buddha, didn't you tell me before?"

Zhixin remembered this, but at the time, he just felt it, but he didn't expect it to come true.

He didn't know how to reply for a while, so he had to change the subject.

"Even so, the donor doesn't have to be so eager as to hurt people and break into the temple!"

"I wanted to use my friendship with the master, there are temple rules, you might as well make an exception for me, as for hurting people, the master can ask the senior brother behind you, who made the first move? If it weren't for my strong body, I'm afraid the waist pole would have been discounted for him a long time ago!"

Zhixin looked at Qiandao behind him, and the panda face hurriedly lowered his head and didn't squeak.

He probably guessed that Qiandao couldn't stop He Zhuowu, so he attacked in a hurry!

However, this can't be blamed for Qiandao, after all, the responsibility of guarding the temple is heavy!

Zhixin was about to excuse Qiandao, but He Zhuowu's attitude changed sharply, and he said apologetically: "Of course, in the end, it's still mine, there are indeed some things that cause me to feel upset and tempered a little today, and I have offended the four senior brothers! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

As he spoke, he walked towards Qiande, reaching for his dislocated right arm.

Qiande was shocked and retreated sharply, but He Zhuowu was tall and long-legged, and with a stride, his left hand was already grasping Qiande's right upper arm!

The three monks of Qianguo, Qianregret, and Qiandao saw it, and they all grabbed it and attacked He Zhuowu's back.

Suddenly, the yellow shadow flashed in front of the three of them, and a strong force stopped them, and then they looked at it intently, and the master's wisdom fell to the ground.

He Zhuowu didn't care about them, grabbed Qiande's arm and pulled it lightly in front of him, and his right hand pressed against Qiande's wrist and pushed it forward.

But when he heard the sound of "Geda", accompanied by Qiande's scream of pain that he couldn't hold back, the dislocated right arm had already been connected.

He Zhuowu made another gesture towards each of the four monks.

"The four senior brothers, the right talents have offended, and I hope you don't have to hold a grudge, in the future, Zhuo Wu and you belong to the same family, and you still have to rely on the care of the senior brothers. ”

The four monks looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.

Zhixin coughed dryly.

"It's not a child's play to become a monk, and the donor will go back for the time being today, and it's not too late to think clearly before making a decision. ”

"No need! I've already thought about it, master, you're not going to turn me away, are you?"

"Amitabha!" Zhixin called the Buddha and said: "The Buddha gate is vast, how can there be a reason to refuse people to the Buddha? If you really want to become a monk in our temple, you should have this opportunity at any time!"

"That's it! Zhuo Wu's wish to become a monk today is urgent, and the opportunity must have come!"

He Zhuowu said and sat down on the futon on the ground: "Master, I will sit here today, even if you don't want me, I will never leave!"

He Zhuowu's almost scoundrel ordination request made Zhixin angry and funny!

He estimated that He Zhuowu's move was related to the troubles he said before, and he didn't know what it was, so he tentatively said: "The suitable donor said that he was bored because of things today, so it is better to find a quiet place to listen to the poor monk, and the poor monk may be able to solve the problem for the donor." ”

He Zhuowu didn't buy it: "It's not necessary! After becoming a monk, those things have become the red dust of the past, and there is no need to solve them." ”

Are you determined to be a monk after eating the scales?

Zhixin couldn't help but be entangled: Answer him, I don't know what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd?

It seems that we can only use a delaying tactic.

Zhixin stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "The donor's heart is strong, and the poor monk no longer advises, but he still needs to fast and bathe for three days before shaving, how about the idea?"

"This should be according to the rules!" He Zhuowu agreed.

"That's it, the donor will stay in the guest house of our temple for a few days. ”

Zhixin turned back to the four apprentices and ordered, "A thousand times, a thousand regrets, you two will go to the mountain gate to guard today." Qiande, Qiandao, you two lead the donor to the guest house, clean up the guest house by the way, and then see what the Lord He needs to use, and rest early when you are done!"

Qianguo and Qianregret took their orders, and Qiande and Qiandao looked so reluctant!

Qiandao squirmed his swollen lips, and when he wanted to say something, he didn't seem to know what to say, and glanced at Qiande.

Qiande spoke: "Master, doesn't this break the temple rule that this temple does not stay overnight?"

"Hmm... This benefactor will take refuge in our temple in a few days, so it is not considered a violation of the rules, you can go quickly!"

Master has said so, no matter how reluctant the two of them are, there is nothing they can do!

Qiande made a joke with He Zhuowu: "Donor, please come with me!"

He Zhuowu hurriedly returned the salute: "I often go up the mountain, I really haven't been to this temple much, so there are two senior brothers!"

Qiandao gave him a stupid look, and walked forward, He Zhuowu was not embarrassed, and went with Qiande with Xiao.

In the palace of the Heavenly King, Zhixin was left alone.

The old abbot walked to the overturned incense case, bent down and carefully helped it up, and gently brushed the desk with the sleeve of his robe, but suddenly said: "Which master has come to our temple, why don't you show up and see it?"

Before the words fell, a person floated on the plaque outside the hall.

The man who came was in good shape, and the scar on his face was particularly terrifying in the moonlight!

I saw him clasping his hands into fists and said, "Master don't be surprised!

"Lord Doon?!"

Zhixin's tone was both surprised and excited, and he took three steps and two steps to welcome Du Chong in: "I haven't seen you for more than 20 years, how is everything okay with the benefactor?"

"Master, the word benefactor really can't be used, just call me Du Chong!"

"If it weren't for the benefactor, the poor monk and this Wanmu Temple would have long ceased to exist, so why not?"

Zhixin paused for a moment, as if to calm down, and then asked, "Where has the benefactor been all these years, and why is he here tonight?"

"Don't hide it from the master, I have been staying in Longyou, and I have lived in Hefu. ”

Zhixin was surprised: "Is it He Jingting's He Gong?"

"Exactly! I came here today to pursue my second son. ”

Then Du Chong told Zhixin about He Zhuowu being forced to marry and run away by his father.

Zhixin nodded abruptly and looked in the direction of the county seat outside the hall.

"I think about He Gong, I haven't seen him for more than 20 years, and the sesame oil money for our temple has never stopped......"

"It's human nature to be sad and unbearable to visit again!"

Du Chong looked up at the Maitreya Buddha statue in the hall, and seemed to begin to recall something, but he instantly interrupted himself and said: "When Wu'er was young, the master didn't allow him to go up the mountain, but Wu'er is getting older, and he can't stop it if he wants to." ”

Zhixin nodded again: "For this matter, Gong He once sent a letter to the poor monk, instructing the poor monk not to mention the old matter to the little benefactor He...... It seems that He Xiaodon still doesn't know, right?"

"Yes, the master is still worried that Wu'er will do something in the future, and he is afraid that he will be in danger. It's just that paper can't hold the fire, he has to know after all......"

The poor monk Shicai also suspected that the little benefactor's sudden coming to become a monk was related to this matter, and now it seems that he came to escape from marriage. What does the benefactor mean, do you want to take the little donor away now?"

Du Chong shook his head.

"No, with Wu'er's temper, he will not go with me obediently, not to mention that I also think that there is something wrong with forced marriage. I bothered the master to stay in the temple for a few days, but it was just ...... Don't really give him a home!"

"This poor monk can take care of himself!" Zhixin smiled, as if he remembered something, and asked: "Master He Xiaobei mentioned to the poor monk before, saying that there is a teacher in the family who teaches art, could it be that he is the benefactor?"

"Exactly!"

"Oh...... It's no wonder that Dao has such martial arts at such a young age, it turns out that he has the guidance of a great master like the benefactor!"

Du Chong smiled bitterly and said: "The master said this, it really makes Du Chong embarrassed! If he is not in front of the master, Du Chong does not dare to claim to be a grandmaster." ”

He paced close to the temple door with his hands behind his back, looking out of the door, his eyes full of apologies!

"The master knows that I am good at swordsmanship, but what I don't know is that my swordsmanship is a family tradition, only passed on to the heirs, and cannot be taught by outsiders! Therefore, I am called a teacher in the He Mansion, and I have taught very little to the two sons of the He family, all of them are some basic fists and feet and internal skills, and the two sons respect me as a teacher, but I never dare to call myself a master. ”

Zhixin said strangely: "He Xiaoshi's martial arts are not like ordinary fists and feet! Although my Wanmu Temple's current strength is strong and weak, and the poor monks can't teach decent apprentices, it is not easy to defeat my three apprentices with one enemy and three enemies, where does this kung fu come from?"

Du Chong smiled with relief.

The qualifications of the two sons of the He family are extremely good, often I say one of them, they can know the second, and the third, the level of understanding is amazing.

Later, I intended to practice swords in front of them, but they could peek into the door without knowing the mental method, and the swordsmanship they performed was the essence of the essence!

The second son's qualifications are especially better than his brother's, and he often has his own creations in practice, he is a one-in-a-million martial arts wizard, and he is born with divine power, if he can have half of his brother's dedication and diligence, how can martial arts stop at this level?"

Zhixin was amazed when he heard this, but he suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Is the little benefactor's endowment related to that incident?"

Du Chong lowered his head and groaned.

"I've speculated about it. But if that's the case, it's a blessing in disguise!"

Zhixin was silent.

Du Chong looked outside and said, "It's dark at night, Du Chong will leave!"

"Benefactor, reunite after a long absence, why don't you stay in the temple today and talk with the poor monk at night?"

"The old lady is still waiting for my news, so I won't bother today, and I will come to see you again another day! Wu'er is still asking the master to take care of her, Du Chong is leaving!"

"Don't worry, wait for the poor monk to send the benefactor down the mountain!"

"The master stays, and I walk on my own. ”

After Du Chong finished speaking, he turned around and disappeared into the night.