At night, Cao Ping lay on the bunk, listening to the sonorous sound of the train pressing over the tracks, closed his eyes and recuperated, the farthest experience was the starlight Internet café in the town, he was still unable to adapt to the noise on the train, and the keen ear power he had practiced martial arts since he was a child made him toss and turn. The occasional baby's dream cry in the www.biquge.info of the pen's "Fun", the soothing sound of parents, the whistling of a train passing through the tunnel, and the wind through the hall caused by air pressure are all familiar to my ears.

Suddenly feeling a cold wrist, Cao Ping opened his eyes vigilantly, only to find that it was the saliva from the cat above his head, his small mouth pouting, and he was still muttering something like red bean paste.

Cao Ping shook his head and sat up, anyway, he couldn't sleep for a while and a half, and he happened to be a little hungry, so he went to soak the instant noodles and eat them. So I picked up the instant noodles on the table, put the ingredients in the back, and walked to the connection of the carriage to get hot water.

was connecting the hot water, suddenly Cao Ping felt that something was wrong, tilted his head to look, but saw a child sitting cross-legged in the aisle of the carriage, looking out the window. Cao Ping was a little curious, so he walked over with instant noodles and took a look, but saw that it was a little monk, about eleven or twelve years old, a round bald head did not affect his appearance, but showed his facial features more clearly, big black eyes looked out the window, long eyelashes, and a pink little mouth gently pursed, which looked a little serious, but it was even more cute.

Hearing Cao Ping's footsteps, the little monk turned his head to look at Cao Ping, smiled, folded his hands, and whispered a Buddha name to greet Cao Ping.

Cao Pingben looked at the little monk and wanted to tease him to play, but he didn't expect him to be serious and salute himself, so he hurriedly raised his palm with one hand and returned the salute to the little monk, holding instant noodles with the other hand, a little embarrassed. The little monk said hello, turned his head to look out the window, sat cross-legged and straight, steady, quite a bit of a teenager and an old man.

Cao Ping covered the instant noodles with a fork, returned to the bunk by himself, and ate the instant noodles with a sigh, and after drinking some soup, Cao Ping felt a little warm in his stomach, so he took the instant noodle box to the trash can and planned to throw it away, but found that the little monk was still sitting there. Cao Ping is a little strange, if it is an ordinary child, there are usually parents at this age, if it is a little monk, there should also be a master with him, why is he sitting here alone.

Cao Ping was a little worried, walked over again, squatted down and asked the little monk, "Little master, are you going out alone?

The little monk turned his head and said with a smile: "Thank you for your concern, I went out alone, in the No. 9 carriage, I often come out alone, and my skills are not bad, there should be no danger." ”

Cao Ping laughed, sure enough, he was a young monk, and only then did he notice that he was wearing a warrior monk's robe, Cao Ping simply sat down and said, "Okay, I see that you are very bored sitting here alone, why don't I talk with you for a while?"

The little monk looked at Cao Ping and said, "I'm sitting here alone looking at the scenery and thinking about problems, there's nothing boring, if you're bored, I can chat with you." ”

Cao Ping's face stiffened, and he said embarrassedly: "Okay, it's me who is bored, then little master, can you chat with me for a while?"

The little monk said seriously: "Okay, then what do you want to talk about? I can talk about the past and the present, religion and secularity, current affairs and politics, finance and economics, astronomy and geography, entertainment gossip, and emotional women." ”

Cao Ping's chin was almost down to the floor of the carriage, and after a while, Cao Ping reacted, swallowed his saliva and said, "Master, let's start by introducing ourselves." ”

The little monk nodded and said, "You can ask me to release the void." ”

Cao Ping paused for a long time and said, "It's over? Are you from the Shizi generation? So which temple do you practice?"

"In life, it's nothing more than living a stinky skin, I am me, but not what you see me, what is called is just to have a vague definition, I can't be defined. As for cultivation, I was born between heaven and earth, and I practiced between heaven and earth, as the so-called out of the Three Realms and into the four empty gates, and my practice is not confined to one temple, nor is it confined to heaven and earth. ”

Cao Ping was stunned directly, obviously he asked a very normal question, this little monk was stunned to talk about Buddhism, he couldn't tell whether he was pretending to be B or talking about philosophy, and he didn't say which temple he was in for a long time, Cao Ping had heard his grandfather tell some stories of prodigies who he was born to know, and there were also inheritance disciples who were vigorously cultivated by individual secret sects, and he knew everything about astronomy and geography, so he couldn't tell which sect the little monk in front of him was walking in the world. However, looking at this little monk who is white and tender, tiger-headed and tiger-brained, but with a serious face, it makes people laugh, Cao Ping thought to himself, he is idle anyway, so let's talk nonsense with him, so he smiled and said: "Okay, Master Shikong, then what kind of magical power are you practicing?"

The little monk of Shikong clasped his hands and put them on his lap, and said: "There is no supernatural power in this world, the so-called supernatural power is nothing more than practice makes perfect, or the ability to study hard, what I practice is the pursuit of spiritual freedom, if you want to say supernatural power, your hard work is inviolable, plus both internal and external cultivation, I think it can be called supernatural power!"

Cao Ping's joking look was a daz, I didn't expect this little monk to see his hard skills in a few words, since he was a child, he listened to his grandfather since he was a child, and the body of the people who practiced the inner family boxing was a little different from ordinary people, the beginner cultivator cultivated the essence and turned the qi, the blood and veins around the body were unimpeded, the heartbeat would be strong and powerful, and the frequency would slow down。 However, the outer martial artists, especially those who practice hard skills, are like iron cloth shirts, Xingyi boxing, and have no physical abnormalities. If you use the horizontal practice method, like practicing iron sand palms, both palms are full of hard calluses, it is easy to see, but since I was a child, I have been practicing the foundation first, and then majoring in martial arts, and the minor has been practicing uninterrupted, and my grandfather is taking a bath in medicine soup for himself, and his body is not lost and injured, and his fists, feet, elbows and knees are not calloused, how can this little monk see it? Cao Ping was puzzled, and wanted to associate with ghosts and gods.

As if seeing Cao Ping's doubts, the little monk of Shikong smiled and said: "Practicing outer martial arts, your muscles and muscles are tight, your footsteps are heavier than ordinary people, and my hearing is quite good." Cao Ping suddenly realized, shook his head and thought, I didn't expect such a simple method, or I don't have enough experience in the rivers and lakes. I just wanted to ask again what I meant by both internal and external cultivation, and suddenly, the little monk suddenly had a nosebleed from his nose, Cao Ping was stunned, and hurriedly took out the paper and handed it over, but the little monk shrank back suddenly, his eyes glared at Cao Ping, his expression was full of vigilance, but there was half a point of horror in his eyes. Cao Ping didn't pay attention, handed the paper forward again, and said, "Are you okay, go to the bathroom and wash it, and use the paper." ”

The little monk relieved himself, returned to his light and breezy appearance, stretched out a hand to block the bleeding nostrils, got up and said: "It's not in the way, I'm an old problem, I'll just wash it myself, it's too late, you should rest early." After speaking, he raised his palm with one hand, bowed and bowed, and walked to the bathroom of the No. 9 carriage.

Cao Ping also stood up, looked at the small figure of the little monk of Shikong, walked to the bathroom unhurriedly, and couldn't help sighing, if it was an ordinary child, he would have cried and shouted when he saw Dianhong, this little monk is too precocious, he speaks and does things maturely and steadily like an adult, and the rivers and lakes are experienced, it is too strange, even if it is a prodigy, it is too godly.

Patting the ash on his buttocks, Cao Ping also walked towards his bunk, but he didn't notice that a drop of bright red blood on the ground actually condensed into small beads like mercury, flashing a pale golden light.