"Uh~"

Ning Chen rubbed his bald head, feeling that a fluffy piece had grown on it, probably because of the first haircut, it didn't feel so prickly to the touch~

"I was knocked unconscious again. Ning Chen smiled bitterly, this is not good for the master, but the problem of knocking himself out from time to time has not been changed, it seems that he needs to find a chance to talk to him.

Ning Chen slowly sat up and felt it slightly: "Hey~ It's a lot more stable... There is no sense of bump in the slightest. ”

Ning Chen looked out through the window, the green mountains and green trees, full of natural atmosphere.

"It turns out that I have already gone ashore~" Ning Chen sorted out his mood and looked the room up and down, it was very simple - a bed he was using, a table and a chair.

"Senior brother, you're awake. Xiao Yu'er pushed open the door and saw Ning Chen, who had already sat up, with a smile on her face.

It's just that I don't know why the title of Ning Chen has changed from bad brother to senior brother brother, although this title sounds weird, it is always much better than the previous one.

"Hmm. Ning Chen nodded and asked, "What kind of place is this?"

"It's a small island. Xiao Yu'er chuckled, and then said, "Now we are in the Cloud Cliff Temple. ”

"How many days have I been asleep?" After the precipitation just now, Ning Chen has awakened a lot.

"This time it's a little shorter, it's only one day. Xiao Yu'er replied truthfully.

"This time..."Ning Chen, who heard this prefix, suddenly felt that he was better than falling asleep, what did he wake up for?

Ready for the next coma?

"What about your three masters?" Ning Chen asked Xiao Yu'er.

Ning Chen already knew that Xiao Yu'er was accepted as a disciple by the three Venerables who "couldn't cry or laugh", although the three monks behaved perversely, they really didn't say anything about Xiao Yu'er's love.

It may be for the sake of Xiao Yu'er's share of the relics of King Ming, but in the words of their Buddhists, it is a fate word.

"Xiao Yu'er. A hoarse voice suddenly appeared in Ning Chen's ears, and the next moment, a thin Kutoutuo appeared beside the two, this is the crying venerable who doesn't talk much.

"Crying master. Xiao Yu'er immediately turned around and folded her hands in front of the Crying Venerable, making a Buddhist etiquette.

"Here's to you. "The Weeping Venerable took out something from behind him... It was two things, and they were handed over to Xiao Yu'er.

“Duang！”

A gong shook the sky.

Ning Chen's face is full of black lines, this thing is very familiar~

"Thank you, Crying Master. Xiao Yu'er held a mallet in one hand and a gong in the other, and walked around the Crying Venerable, after a "Duang!", she continued: "Those who have money hold a money field, those who have no money hold a personal field, walking the rivers and lakes welcome to reward!"

"It's still the same smell. Ning Chen remembered his black history, why is this little Lori so good?

Could it be a little Lori with a black belly?

Xiao Yu'er seemed to feel something, suddenly looked at Ning Chen's face, and hid the mallet and gong behind her rather embarrassed.

With a petite body, she couldn't cover all the gongs, Xiao Yu'er stuck out her tongue at Ning Chen, she almost forgot that this senior brother and brother had also been beaten by her own Sister Yun~

It's just that why can't I remember which one?

"Sounds good. The Crying Venerable touched Xiao Yu'er's head, and then said, "How did you learn the kung fu you taught yesterday?"

"Hmm..." Xiao Yu'er's mouth slowly pursed, and she looked at the crying venerable and said, "People promised a brother with a broken arm that he would not cry again in the future... So... So..."

Ning Chen turned around, not wanting the Crying Venerable to see his expression.

These days, he has some understanding of the three Venerables, for example, every time the Laughing Venerable laughs, the speed will be one point faster, and every time the Crying Venerable cries, the enemy's skill will be weakened by one percent.

Right now, what the Crying Venerable handed over to Xiao Yu'er is afraid that it is his crying skill.

"You're wrong. "The Crying Venerable didn't hide anything just because Ning Chen was here, or he was simply confident that Ning Chen couldn't turn over the palm of his hand.

"Do you remember what the name of the exercises that the master taught you?" asked the Weeping Venerable as he turned to Xiao Yu'er.

"Remember, it's called "Don't Cry Ming Wangdian". Xiao Yu'er nodded hurriedly.

"Crying now is to make you really not cry in the future. The Weeping Venerable sighed, and then said: "It's just a pity that the qualifications for the teacher are limited, and after 50 years, you still can't reach the realm of not crying, but the teacher sees hope in you, you have the assistance of the relics of the Ming King, and the practice of Buddhist scriptures will get twice the result with half the effort, and the entry will be a thousand miles a day." ”

"The highest level of "Don't Cry Ming Wang Dian" is not to cry. The Crying Venerable looked at Xiao Yu'er and said, "So, are you still cultivating?"

"Will you really stop crying after practicing?" Xiao Yu'er was instantly attracted by this final effect, and her eyes widened.

"Monks don't speak. The Crying Venerable looked at Xiao Yu'er and said.

"Okay!" Xiao Yu'er nodded immediately, and subconsciously sounded the gong, "Duang!"

The aftermath is lingering ~~ the ear is buzzing ~~

"Your Holiness. After Ning Chen left Xiao Yu'er, he arched his hand at the Crying Venerable.

"It stands to reason that you are not a disciple of a monk. "The Crying Venerable was still quite talkative when he was not smiling and the Venerable Master was present, which changed Ning Chen's impression that he didn't talk much to others.

"You should call the poor monk an uncle. The Crying Venerable said to Ning Chen.

"Teacher..."Ning Chen was just about to change his name when he heard the Crying Venerable continue: "Slow... The poor monk knows that your heart is not here, and not everyone wants to be a monk. ”

"Huh~" Ning Chen's eyes changed slightly when he looked at the Crying Venerable, as if something was wrong.

"Especially young people like you. ”

Although Ning Chen saw that the expression of the Crying Venerable was crying, Ning Chen saw the smile contained in it, a bitter smile of self-deprecation.

"You are just a disciple of a monk, not a disciple of Yunya Temple. The Buddha beads in the hand of the Crying Venerable kept fiddling: "You don't have to call the poor monk uncle, just call the Venerable, and the same is true for the laughing Maitreya." ”

"Yes. Ning Chen nodded, he always felt that this Crying Venerable didn't want to have anything to do with him.

"One thing to warn you about. The Crying Venerable seemed to have awakened the chatter attribute: "Don't think about escaping, if you are caught by the laughing Maitreya alone, I'm afraid no one will be able to save you." ”

"A dead man and a living laughing Maitreya, you can't tell who the monk will favor?" Crying Venerable whispered in Ning Chen's ear.

"Aren't monks not killing?" Ning Chen asked curtly.

"You believe what you lie to a child. The Crying Venerable did not leave Ning Chen's ear, and then said, "As long as no one sees it, who knows?"

"The monks still don't eat meat~" The Crying Venerable took out the beef jerky he was carrying casually, tore off a piece and fed it into his mouth.