Seeing this, Huya hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Second junior brother, stop quickly, if you have something to say!"

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He turned to Huya and said, "Senior brother, don't blame me for this, I also acted according to my responsibility, who made him not clear at that time." ”

Huya also knows that the idiot is a very rigid person, and he knows that it is not Zhuo Yifan's fault for this matter, but it is not easy to say anything, after all, the idiot takes care of the affairs of the Bodhi Temple.

"Senior brother, I know this, you are also conscientious, for the good of Bodhi Temple!"

"Thank you Senior Brother for your understanding, since it was a misunderstanding, I'll leave first!" After speaking, after saluting Huya, he walked into the distance.

Zhuo Yifan looked at his distant back, and said hatefully: "This idiot monk is taking the opportunity to take revenge on me!"

He looked at the little monk with a side face, and said with a bitter face: "Senior Brother Huya, you have to be the master for me!"

The little monk scratched his little bald head, and his face was embarrassed: "Brother Yifan, I also know that you are wronged, but I don't know how to help you!"

Zhuo Yifan rubbed his shoulder, which was scratched by the idiot, and his eyes lit up and said: "Senior Brother Huya, your martial arts are so good, you can squash him for me, so that I can vent my anger!"

"Ah...... That's not good!" the tiger's eyes widened.

Zhuo Yifan stepped forward and hugged his shoulder, and said with a straight face: "Huya, are we still brothers?"

"Yes!" the little monk nodded.

"Then since it's a brother, you won't help with this matter, so what are you talking about brothers!" Zhuo Yifan turned sideways and pretended to be very angry.

Seeing this, the little monk hurriedly caught up, for fear that Zhuo Yifan would ignore him for this.

"Brother Yifan, the second senior brother treats you like this, in fact, I also want to be angry for you, but in this Bodhi Temple, except for the master and uncle, I can beat the second junior brother, if I beat him, the idiot will think of me, and as soon as I appear, he will recognize me at a glance!"

Zhuo Yifan also felt that these words were very reasonable, he was the shortest in Bodhi Temple, because he was still a child, and his martial arts were powerful, so it was indeed a louse on a bald man's head - obvious!

Zhuo Yifan also looked helpless, and then shook his head.

"Then how can I breathe such a sigh!" he sighed.

His words made the little monk Huya very helpless, after all, it was his junior brother who bullied him.

"Brother Yifan, why does the second junior brother always have to embarrass you?"

"I don't know about this, maybe it's the first time I've offended him!" Zhuo Yifan replied in a low voice.

"Goo-Goo......

Zhuo Yifan's stomach screamed, because from morning to now, he hadn't eaten a bite, and after a while of tossing in the back mountain, what he ate in the morning had already been digested without a trace, and he became hungry.

The little monk heard his stomach growling, and he also laughed happily.

"Brother Yifan, haven't you eaten again?"

When Zhuo Yifan heard this, he didn't speak, but nodded embarrassedly.

"Let's go, I'll take you to find something to eat!"

"Great!"

Zhuo Yifan answered, and followed Huya towards the Xiangji Kitchen.

Except for a few miscellaneous monks who are busy working in the Xiang Ji Kitchen, there is basically no one else, because it is past the time to eat at this time, and the monks who naturally cook will not come here.

As soon as he saw Huya leading Zhuo Yifan in, the monk who was the leader hurriedly waved his hand to the others and hugged him in the direction where Huya came from.

"Senior brother, have you not eaten at this point?" The monk led by him hurriedly bowed down to greet him.

Seeing those people bowing their heads and eyebrows to Huya, Zhuo Yifan really didn't expect that the little monk with Huya made them so awe-inspired.

As a disciple of Buddhism, although it is a trivial matter of red dust, and the Zen language of Buddhist scriptures is attentive, but after all, it is a sect, and the dogma of Buddhism will naturally discipline others and themselves.

Even if it is said that you want to escape the red dust, you may not be able to escape the interpersonal feelings of the red dust.

Rank and inferiority, how can this not be stained with red dust and mundane things, the Buddha said that all beings are equal, but how can they be equal.

Seeing that they were so enthusiastic, Huya hurriedly lowered his head and replied: "Oh, a few junior disciples, just now the master asked me to go out with this son to do some errands, so I came late, and we didn't catch up with today's meal." ”

He looked around and smiled, "Look, can you make us something to eat?" ”

"Oh, in that case, Senior Brother, you just wait a minute. ”

"That's great, then it's going to trouble a few junior brothers!" Huya's little face smiled, looking very cute.

Then the incense soup kitchen fire head monk went to work for them.

At this time, the idiot monk sat in his room with a very bad expression, thinking that he had grabbed Zhuo Yifan's pigtails, but he didn't know that the bamboo basket was empty.

Thinking of this, the idiot who has a hot temper can't be safe.

He thought about it, and there was no good way to relieve him immediately. At this time, he could only sit on the couch and stare at his eyes unevenly.

"A good meal is not afraid of being late, as long as you stay in Bodhi Temple, there is a chance. ”

After comforting himself, he picked up the "Pure Heart Mantra" given to him by Zen Master Huiyuan and read it slowly.

For Zhuo Yifan, the most pleasant thing in life is to eat enough, and then sleep beautifully.

After some tossing and fright, Zhuo Yifan returned to the wooden house, fell asleep on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

Although sleeping is a happy thing, dreaming in sleep, and it is still that kind of terrifying dream, is not a good thing. It's like standing on the edge of a thatched house, letting you eat a high-class meal, and the picture is not so harmonious when you think about it.

In this dream, Zhuo Yifan was wandering around the Bodhi Temple, when suddenly a gust of wind and sand hit, and the sand and dust filled the sky, making him unable to see everything around him clearly.

He only felt his body swaying around with the wind, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a force, making him unable to move.

Then the whole person, with an unknown force, was pulled off the ground at once, his body rolled in the air, and his head was rolling, becoming more and more dizzy and confused.

Just when he felt like he was about to vomit, suddenly there was a buzzing in his ears, a piercing ringing, and his body suddenly stopped.

The wind disappeared, the sand and dust stopped, and he slowly opened his eyes, only to find that he was no longer in the Bodhi Monastery.

When he looked around, he realized that the place where he was was actually a back mountain, because he saw that the black hole was facing him like a black dry well, and it was very close.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but take a few steps back in fright, because he didn't know that this was a dream.

Dreams, that's it. When you are immersed, it is difficult for people to distinguish clearly, because it is too much like reality, otherwise how can there be, life is like a dream, and dreams are like living people.

When he first came into contact with the cave, many strange noises and strange things had already made Zhuo Yifan tremble, and this time he revisited the old place, and it was the arrival of that kind of non-self-consciousness, which made his bones stand even more cold.

At this time, the familiar and unfamiliar voice came again.

"You're here again!" (To be continued.) )