"Hey, old monk, I want to ask you something?" Zhuo Yifan stepped forward and said with a smile on his face. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When the old monk heard his voice, he did not pay attention to him, but immersed himself in the world of his own chanting.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan hurriedly squatted down and shouted to the old monk: "You want to pretend to be dead again!"

For his offense, the old monk still did not change his face, Zhuo Yifan secretly wondered, I don't know what is wrong with this old monk, just now he said that he wants to save himself, but now he ignores himself, as if there is nothing around.

Zhuo Yifan's eyes rolled, and he stretched out his big hand and slapped it on the old monk, and as soon as his hand touched his shoulder, suddenly a golden light folded out, and a strong air wave bounced away from his shoulder.

Zhuo Yifan was hit by the air wave, and his whole body bounced up, lying on his back in the open space three feet away.

"Oops, it hurts me to death......" Zhuo Yifan lay on the ground and rolled over.

The old monk opened his eyes slightly at this time, looked at him, and said slowly: "Donor, are you okay?"

Zhuo Yifan lay on the ground in embarrassment, his heart was surging with anger, only to feel that it went straight to his head, gritted his teeth and said, "Old monk, do you look at me like this, do you seem to be okay?"

The old monk clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice: "Amitabha, donor, the old man is here to apologize to you." ”

Zhuo Yifan got up slowly, and looked at the old monk in front of him, he had to take a detailed look at it, the rebounding force just now really made him a little frightened.

He is just an old monk who guards the door, how can he be so powerful, this Bodhi Temple seems to be really a place where the dragon and the tiger are hidden, and it is no wonder that the martial arts of the Zen master are so powerful.

After thinking about it, Zhuo Yifan calmed down and was shocked, walked to the old monk's side tremblingly, bowed slightly and said, "This old master, what kind of martial arts did you make just now, why are you so powerful?"

"Donor, it wasn't a profound martial art just now, it was just a force of energy deposited in the old man's body. The old monk smiled, his gaze sweeping over Zhuo Yifan's face.

Zhuo Yifan said: "Wow! It's not that martial arts are so powerful, so if it's martial arts, wouldn't it be powerful to heaven." ”

"Amitabha, a person who cultivates, doesn't talk about martial arts. The old monk replied.

Zhuo Yifan's eyes flashed, and he muttered to himself: "It's really hard to pick the door, and I don't want to learn your martial arts, I cover it like a treasure." ”

The corners of his mouth muttered to himself for a while, and then he smiled: "Master, do you think if I learn your martial arts, can I learn them quickly?"

The old monk opened his mouth and said: "The donor has too many delusions, miscellaneous chaos, uneven hearts, and unstable things, these are not good for the donor, Amitabha Buddha ......" After speaking, he closed his eyes again and recited the scriptures.

When Zhuo Yifan heard the words of the old monk, he was extremely unhappy, as if he was doused with a basin of cold water, no matter what messy and miscellaneous he was, if he could learn martial arts, he would not bother to care about other things.

So he rolled his eyes, and immediately shouted: "Master, I heard that the martial arts here are very high, is it true?" After speaking, he stared at the old monk who closed his eyes and recited the scriptures.

The corners of the old monk's mouth moved slightly, stopped the scriptures in his mouth, opened his deep eyes and said: "There are no advanced martial arts here, just some moves to strengthen the body, if you want to learn advanced martial arts, I think the donor should go back." ”

When Zhuo Yifan heard that he was asked to go back, his mood instantly became uneven, and he shouted: "Let me go back, I said that you, an old monk who guards the door, are too lenient." Then he cast a sharp gaze at the old monk, waiting for his answer.

The old monk still had the same blank expression, "Apprenticeship in the name of learning martial arts, not in Bodhi Temple, donor, please go back." ”

"You old and ......" Zhuo Yifan was so angry that he stopped before he finished speaking.

Because at this time, two people came from the deep courtyard of Bodhi Temple, one dressed in white, and shook the bamboo fan in his hand from time to time, interrupting what Zhuo Yifan was about to say.

"You open-mouthed fellow, you should have some politeness and respect for the monks. After speaking, his peach-colored lips closed up and down, and his narrow eyebrows looked at Zhuo Yifan.

"You, you...... You still dare to call me rude in front of me, you really me off. Zhuo Yifan looked at the young man in front of him and said angrily.

"Hehe, people like you still want people to be polite to you! That's a joke. Yu Qingqiu, who was dressed in white, shook a bamboo fan and glanced at him contemptuously and smiled.

"You, you...... You what you, go to the side. Without waiting for Zhuo Yifan to finish speaking, Yu Qingqiu stepped forward and pushed Zhuo Yifan who was blocking in front of him aside.

Yu Qingqiu pushed Zhuo Yifan, walked straight forward, bowed deeply to the old monk in front of him, a pure smile appeared on his pretty cheeks, and then shouted respectfully: "Master Abbot, thank you for saving me." ”

When Zhuo Yifan heard his words, he couldn't help but be surprised, he didn't expect that this inconspicuous old monk was the abbot here, the number one person here, and the senior brother of the far-away monk Hui Zheng Zen Master - Hui Yuan Zen Master. Thinking of this, he didn't feel very good.

Looking at Zhuo Yifan, who looked guilty, Yu Qingqiu looked smug and looked at him with a sneer.

The old monk looked at the white-clothed young man, nodded slightly, but it was not very obvious, and then said: "Childe, I see that your complexion is very good, and you must be recovering well." ”

Yu Qingqiu's bamboo fan closed slightly, arched his hand and lowered his eyebrows: "The recovery is very good, thanks to the medicinal materials of your temple and the careful treatment of the master." ”

"Amitabha, saving people's lives, winning the seventh-level floating slaughter, the old man is just a gesture. The old monk raised his eyes slightly and slowly bowed his head.

Seeing the young man in white talking happily with the old monk, treating himself as air, Zhuo Yifan's mentality was a little anxious, and he hurriedly smiled, "Master, it's all because I was open-mouthed just now and offended your old man, I hope you don't remember the villain's mistakes, and take me in here to practice martial arts!" Zhuo Yifan lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head.

The old monk smiled slightly, "I already said just now, you have an uneven mentality, too many distracting thoughts, and it is not suitable for practicing martial arts. Then the old monk folded his hands together and closed his eyes.

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan wanted to practice martial arts and was rejected, the white-clothed young man Yu Qingqiu turned his eyes and said softly: "Presiding Master, I want to stay for a while." ”

"Donor, the injury is no longer serious, you can rest assured that you can go back to Bashan to continue to recuperate, why do you want to stay here?" the old monk said curiously.

Yu Qingqiu's eyes were clear, his eyelids turned slightly, and he said: "Master presiding, although I am a disciple of Bashan, and I also know a lot about medical skills, but the superb medical skills of your temple in the past few days are something that I Bashan has never had, I want to learn these medical methods to treat diseases and save people, one is to prevent problems for oneself, and the other is to be able to treat others." ”

The old monk listened to the words of the young man in white, and was not surprised, his eyes suddenly looked up and down the young man in white, and then stared at the young man's cheek for a while.