"The donor's surname is dead, I think you not only have a bad name, but also a person, this is not good, not good!" After Jueyuan listened to Ming Daohong's introduction, he shook his head, "But everything has a fate, since the donor has come to Shaolin, Lao Wei will give you a scripture, self-cultivation is very good." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

As he spoke, Jueyuan reached out and touched under his pillow, and when he took it out, Hao Ran had an old scripture book in his hand, and the edges of the pages were turned over, and they were yellow. On the cover are written seven big characters: Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra.

"This scripture was copied from the scripture pavilion in my early years, you can take it with confidence!" he said, stretched out his hand and handed the scripture to his side, and a pair of cloudy eyes looked at the dead Xiao Mo.

Seeing his move, Xiao Mo still stood there silently, neither talking to him, nor going to borrow books, looking at Jueyuan with a pair of starry eyes, it was difficult to guess what he was thinking.

"Oh, Sister Yang, the master has given you gifts, are you going to continue?" Ming Daohong didn't move when she saw the dead Xiao Mo on the side, she was afraid that Jueyuan would be embarrassed, so she reminded the dead Xiao Mo.

It's just that Xiao Mo didn't come forward to take over the scriptures, he didn't think that what the old monk in front of him said was right, and he never believed in this kind of thing.

"Forget it, master, since Sister Yang Yan is embarrassed to take your things, then I will keep it for him, and when he wants it, he will ask me when the time comes!" Ming Daohong saw that the atmosphere was really a little embarrassed, so he said to Monk Jueyuan.

Jueyuan turned his head to look at Ming Daohong, and then nodded: "It's okay!"

Jueyuan then handed over his hand to Ming Daohong, and after Ming Daohong took the "Dizo Bodhisattva Sutra" from the hands of the monk Jueyuan, she casually flipped the pages of the book and took a look at the content inside, but it was nothing special, no different from ordinary books. Then she took the book in her bosom and placed it close to her.

"Master, you better rest a little longer, I'll go and boil medicine for you first, and heal your illness well. Although the scriptures say that the flesh is a stinky skin, but ants are still stealing life, how can they specialize in Buddhism without stinky skin?" Zhang Junbao saw that the time for everyone to come in and disturb was about the same, so he opened his mouth to persuade Jueyuan to rest.

"Master, Brother Zhang is right, let's go out first, you have a good rest. Huang Xiang also said after listening to Zhang Junbao's words. Then she took the lead and walked towards the door, and while walking, she didn't forget to glance at Ming Daohong and Xiao Mo, and asked them not to stay and disturb Jueyuan.

When Zhang Junbao saw this, he glanced at Huang Xiang gratefully, and in his opinion, Sister Huang was really an empathetic and good woman. Because what Zhang Junbao said just now was actually not only for Master Jueyuan, but also for the three Huang Xiang in the room.

"Go, go!" Jueyuan raised his hand and waved, watching Huang Xiang, Zhang Junbao and others rush out, a trace of loneliness flashed in his cloudy eyes, and a feeling that his heart was not old and that people were declining naturally emerged in his heart.

Although Jueyuan worshiped Buddha all his life, studied Buddha all his life, and was a Buddha all his life, what he paid attention to in this process was to be calm, not to be moved by external objects, and not to be disturbed by demons. It's just that he is still a person after all, and all people are human, and every old person, when they see the young and energetic juniors, must have such a mentality.

The years are empty and sad, and the morning and twilight are full of joy. If there is love in the sky, the sky will be old, if people have no desire, can they be just? If they go, they must go, and they will come in vain, and it is always up to the Creator, what is life and death?

After Huang Xiang and Zhang Junbao left the room, Zhang Junbao went alone to get the medicine bag on the table in the hall and went to the stove room, while Huang Xiang, Ming Daohong and the dead Xiao Mo walked around outside the house. At this time, Ming Daohong's footsteps stopped, she took out the scripture book given by the monk Jueyuan from her arms, and said to the deceased Xiao Mo:

"Sister Yang Yan, na, your "Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra". ”

Dead Xiaomo glanced at the old yellowed scripture in her hand, and then withdrew her gaze.

"What's the matter? Sister Yang Yan, don't you want to? This is what the master said he wanted to give you, what can be removed, oh yes! It's evil. Ming Daohong looked at Xiao Mo meaningfully, "Do you know the evil spirit? Sister Yang Yan, you are very bad like this, I think you have not liked to talk all the time, it must be related to the heavy evil qi on your body, the master is worthy of being a master, you can see the crux of your problem at a glance, it seems that this scripture is extremely suitable for you." ”

"Boring!" Dead Xiao Mo listened to her ramble a lot of words, and he rolled his eyes at Ming Daohong in his impatience, lifted his steps and walked past her, preparing to find a tree nearby and go to the tree quietly.

"Eh, Sister Yang, don't go. Ming Daohong saw that he was about to leave, so he grabbed Xiao Mo's arm, and then continued: "I'll tell you, don't think that this scripture is useless, I just read it, this is indeed an excellent book, you might as well take a look, maybe something is really as the master said, what evil qi can get rid of you!"

"I hold my sword and smile to the sky, why should others gossip. I don't have any evil spirit in me, just a heart that upholds myself!" ”

Then she reacted and said loudly to the back of the dead Xiao Mo: "Sister Yang, you are mistaken, it is, 'I smiled at the sky from the horizontal knife, and went to keep the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun!' (1) Also, if you insist on not believing that you have a problem, how about I give you a hexagram? I am very accurate in my hexagram, hey! You are coming back......

Ming Daohong shouted to himself there, but Xiao Mo didn't even stop his steps, but walked faster.

At this time, Huang Xiang walked up to Ming Daohong, pursed his lips and smiled, and said to her: "Sister Daohong, don't call it, since he doesn't want to ask for that Buddhist scripture, it's better for you to keep it yourself, why do you have to give it to him." ”

"Sister Huang Xiang, I think this book might be really useful to him? if he needs to use it, but it's not on him, wouldn't it be a mistake?" Ming Daohong explained to her.

"Sister Daohong, why do you care so much about the deceased son, don't you ......" Huang Xiang looked at Ming Daohong with a slightly meaningful look in his eyes, and the remaining half of the words were not said again.

Ming Daohong heard her words, his expression was stunned for a moment, and then he retorted: "How is it possible! I care about him? This stingy ghost, who doesn't like to deal with people, and doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, I see, there will be no woman who cares about him in this life." ”

"Really?" Huang Xianghu looked at her suspiciously, looking up and down Ming Daohong's heart was panicked.

"Of course!" Ming Daohong affirmed: "I'm just thinking about getting acquainted with him, everyone is a friend anyway, and he promised to keep me safe, I naturally hope that he can get better and behave normally." ”

Huang Xiang carefully looked at the expression on Ming Daohong's face, but she was disappointed, because when Ming Daohong said these words, there was indeed no trace of concealment in his eyes.

"In fact, even if you really like the deceased son, it's nothing, the deceased son is handsome, and he is already good at martial arts at a young age, but he must be burdened with many stories, which require you to have the patience to understand and discover them one by one. Huang Xiang smiled, she didn't know why, she still thought that Ming Daohong had a trace of imperceptible affection for the dead Xiao Mo.

(For more information, see the next breakdown)

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(1) I smiled at the sky from the horizontal knife, and went to leave the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun. This was said by Tan Sitong of the Qing Dynasty, and was said by Xiaolu here through the mouth of a Song person, and please don't be surprised, just as entertainment.