After hearing this, the little monk didn't realize that what he said was false, he scratched his little head and wondered: "Oh, then Brother Yifan, where should he be now?"

The idiot monk told a lie, but he still looked at him with an unshocked face, as if he had nothing to do with him. The pen and the fun and the pavilion www.biquge.info really fulfilled the sentence: the lie was in the mouth, but the Buddha kept it in his heart. I just don't know if the idiot monk kept the Buddha in his heart.

The little monk of Huya looked at him again, lowered his head and said, "Second junior brother, it's okay, you can go." After speaking, the little monk of Huya walked outside.

Looking at the back of the little monk with tiger teeth, the idiot monk smiled predictably, and then walked towards the meditation hall with his head up.

Zhuo Yifan, who was chopping wood in the middle of the house, was so tired that he couldn't straighten his waist at this time, he was panting with his head drooping, and he had never worked so hard since he was a child.

The carefree and idle days in the past seemed to be a sweet dream yesterday, and compared with yesterday's life, the current situation makes him have to admit that it is a sweet dream.

He looked at the tender hand that was gradually grinding out the calluse, and the pain in his heart was more painful than the hand under him.

"Damn, Lao Tzu was really born in the blessing and didn't know the blessing, and ran to this place where the bird doesn't to live and suffer, it's really funny. He laughed at himself.

Perhaps only in this way can his heart feel better, and the hardships he has endured can continue to persevere.

"Brother Yifan, why are you here!"

At this time, a child's voice came, the voice was very crisp, like a yellow bird chirping in the morning, and like the sound of spring water hitting a rock, full of vigor and vitality.

Zhuo Yifan heard his voice, and before he saw him, he already knew who the other party was, and only the little monk Huya was good to him, and he only had such a friend as Huya.

"Woo...... Senior Brother Huya!"

When Zhuo Yifan heard Huya's voice, tears blurred his vision, and the feeling of never having a friend made him very sad and excited.

He never thought that in addition to family affection in the world, friendship can also make people's hearts burn and move to tears.

Zhuo Yifan turned around, ran quickly to the side of the little monk with Huya, and hugged him in his arms, his mood fluctuated sharply.

"Hey, Brother Yifan, what's wrong with you?" the little monk was hugged in his arms, and his face was flushed.

Zhuo Yifan didn't speak, with the most sincere expression on his face, releasing his suppressed emotions wholeheartedly.

"Brother Yifan, if you hug me like this again, I will almost be suffocated to death!" The little monk with a red face squeezed out a breath and struggled to say.

When Zhuo Yifan heard this, he immediately let go of the little monk, opened his eyes, and said with a smile on his face: "Huya, it's still hello, they all bullied me!"

"Brother Yifan, who bullied you?" Huya said curiously.

Zhuo Yifan's eyes widened, and he exhaled angrily: "Who else can there be, it is that smelly and hard stone." ”

The little monk frowned, hearing him say this, he didn't think of who it was for a while, and he looked very puzzled.

After a pause, he smiled with a small face: "Brother Yifan, are you talking about the second junior brother of the idiot?"

"That's him!" he said he pulled the little monk and walked to the pyre, pointing to the logs all over the ground, and said with an angry face: "Look at these firewoods, he asked me to split them." ”

Seeing this, the little monk couldn't help but widen his eyes, and said in surprise: "Brother Yifan, why are there so many!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Huya, you can save me!" He stretched out his hand covered with blisters, spread it out in front of the little monk Huya, and pouted: "Senior Brother Huya, look, my hands are blistered. ”

"Really, Brother Yifan, do you feel pain?" the little monk touched the blisters on his palm.

"Oops, it hurts......" Zhuo Yifan's face suddenly turned hideous.

Huya said with a face: "This second junior brother is too disagreeable, how can you chop so much wood at once." He turned his face and looked at him sympathetically: "Brother Yifan, don't worry, I will tell Master and his old man about this matter, so that you can do less heavy work." ”

"Woo...... It's better to be a senior brother of Huya. Zhuo Yifan pulled the sleeve of the tiger tooth and said.

"Senior Brother Huya, I haven't finished chopping so much firewood, second senior brother, he ...... Will he trouble me again?" Zhuo Yifan frowned, looking very worried.

"Brother Yifan, in fact, the second senior brother is not bad, but he is very rigid in doing things, and sometimes his brain is tendoned, don't blame him, I'll help you chop this firewood." "The little monk of Huya said.

Hearing that the little monk Huya wanted to help him chop wood, Zhuo Yifan was moved again, but seeing his short body, Zhuo Yifan couldn't bear it, and hurriedly stopped: "Senior Brother Huya, let me come." ”

The little monk knew that Zhuo Yifan was for his own good, worried that he was a child, and that he was afraid of hurting himself. So he stepped forward and snatched the axe in Zhuo Yifan's hand, and said with a smile on his little face: "Brother Yifan, you don't have to worry, I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and I have also chopped firewood in the past, so you can rest assured." ”

He lifted the axe in one hand, walked to the pyre, put a log on the ground nearly a foot away from the pyre, turned to Zhuo Yifan and said, "Brother Yifan, the master said that chopping firewood is like practicing, and there are basic movements. ”

As he spoke, he showed it to Zhuo Yifan, "First of all, the legs are separated, the distance between the knees is about the same as the step you take, and then the arms are stretched forward vertically, and the hands are gripping the handle of the axe, and the deep breath is ......"

Looking at Huya's skillful movements, Zhuo Yifan felt like a child, and before Huya finished speaking, he smiled and said: "Senior Brother Huya, I will do all this, I don't need you to teach me." ”

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan felt very simple, Huya stepped forward and said very seriously: "Brother Yifan, do you know the most important mantra for chopping wood?"

"There are still mantras for chopping wood, Huya, you are too funny!"

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan didn't think so, Huya's small mouth suddenly pouted, and he shook his head in some frustration. Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan was afraid that the little monk Huya would be angry, so he pretended to be curious and said, "Senior Brother Huya, what kind of mantra are you talking about?"

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan was willing to let him speak, the little monk Huya suddenly changed his face, and the corners of his mouth rose: "Master often says that chopping firewood does not follow the lines, and the woodcutter is tired to death." ”

Zhuo Yifan looked at his hands full of blisters, and said with some regret: "I chopped firewood for a long time, but it turned out that I didn't split according to the pattern!"

"Brother Yifan, you can rest, and the rest of the firewood will be handed over to me. ”

After speaking, he raised the axe in his hand, and according to the method he just said, he concentrated on splitting it like he usually practiced.

Not to mention, his chopping of wood is much more proficient than Zhuo Yifan, and the speed and strength of swinging the axe are not like a child at all, which makes Zhuo Yifan on the side also surprised a lot.

"I didn't expect Huya to not only have good martial arts, but also to chop firewood. Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but cast an admiring gaze at him, and at the same time, he seemed to see himself who would be able to do martial arts in the future. (To be continued.) )