"Everyone, come with me!" Zhang Junbao looked a little sad, but he was worried about the seriously ill master Jueyuan in bed at the moment, and he just wanted to go into the house early, fry the medicine he bought into soup, and let the master drink it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Several people followed Zhang Junbao to the simple thatched hut in the distance, although the thatched hut was simple, but it occupied a lot of land. When the four of them approached, they found that the thatched hut was connected to the main house and the stove house, and the main house was quite large, probably more than one in it.

Zhang Junbao walked to the front of the main house, he pushed the door and entered, and the room was quiet and dark.

"Eh, you're in this house...... There won't be anything unclean!" Ming Daohong couldn't help but shrink after entering the room because of this silence.

"Sister Daohong, you can't talk nonsense!" Huang Xiang heard her words and hurriedly persuaded him. To say such a thing in someone else's house is extremely disrespectful to the master's family.

Zhang Junbao looked back at her, "Girl, it's indeed quiet here, but isn't this the best place for pure cultivation? There is no disturbance in the world, and the ears do not hear the disturbing noise, and they can participate in Zen and enlightenment, and understand Buddhism." ”

The main room was divided into three rooms, one hall, one on each side, Zhang Junbao said that he put the medicine bag in his hand on a table in the hall, and then he walked to the door on the right.

The door was unlocked, and Zhang Junbao walked closer, his pace gradually slowing down, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone. The door was gently pushed open by him, and through the crack in the door, the three of them could see the same dark and gloomy inside.

"Junbao, is that you?" An extremely old and equally weak voice came from inside the room, Zhang Junbao's slow footsteps paused, and he immediately returned to his senses, and his face involuntarily smiled.

"Master, it's me. As he walked deeper into the room, his figure lost in the doorframe, and only the faint sound of footsteps sounded in the silence of the hut. Huang Xiang and Ming Daohong glanced at each other, and in the silence of the dead Xiao Mo, they gently moved the lotus step together to the room where Zhang Junbao was, and the dead Xiao Mo also followed.

As soon as the three of them walked a few steps, the footsteps in the room had stopped, and then the candlelight inside suddenly lit up, thinking that Zhang Junbao had lit the candles in the room.

"Master, I thought you were asleep. In the room, Zhang Junbao's voice came out.

"Where can the master sleep, the master is just meditating with his eyes closed. The old voice came again, but the words were full of kindness.

"Master has been meditating all his life, do you still feel that it is not enough?" Zhang Junbao asked softly.

"Not enough, not enough. The old man spoke very slowly, but he couldn't bear the slightest impatience in his heart. "Meditation calms my mind, it makes me aware of myself, it makes me strong, you have to know that. ”

"What did the master think?" Zhang Junbao asked again.

The old man's voice said: "The master looked at the Buddha in meditation, and the Buddha said that if you want to become a Buddha, you must give me up first." He told the master that if you want to achieve the Buddha in your heart, then you must first have a selfless heart, and that the suffering of the body is only the only way to bliss, and only by being able to endure all the sufferings you have suffered today can you create a heart that becomes a Buddha. ”

"The master is worthy of being a high-ranking monk, and he regards the suffering he suffers today as the calamity of his future Buddhahood, and this state of mind is enough to make my generation admire!" At this time, Huang Xiang had already entered the room, and she listened to Jueyuan's words in her ears, remembered them in her heart, and felt them in her heart.

"Junbao, these are ......" I saw Zhang Junbao sitting on a low wooden bed next to Jueyuan, and the bed was just a thin blanket very simply. He raised a hand tremblingly, pointed to Huang Xiang and Xiao Mo, who came into the room, and asked Zhang Junbao with a puzzled face.

Huang Xiang looked at the master in front of her, she vaguely remembered that the master in front of her was full of red light, full of spirit and restraint, and full of momentum. But what I see today is a heaven and an earth, at this moment, Jueyuan is described as withered, his eyes are deep-set, and the heavy death on his face has lasted for a long time, and time is running out!

"By the way, master, let me introduce you," Zhang Junbao said and stood up, he came to Huang Xiang's side, and said to Jueyuan: "This is the young lady we met seven years ago when we chased that sinister and cunning Persian merchant to Huashan, her name is ......."

Zhang Junbao said and suddenly remembered that he didn't know Huang Xiang's name, so he looked at Huang Xiang beside him.

"Little woman Huang Xiang. Huang Xiang said, Jueyuan, who was sitting upright on the bed, hugged his fists and saluted.

"And this one," Zhang Junbao came to Ming Daohong's side after introducing Huang Xiang, "This one came to Shaolin with Sister Huang, and met me on the way down the mountain, so she came with her, her name is ......"

"Ming Daohong, master, my name is Ming Daohong, I am very good at hexagrams, master, do you want me to give you a hexagram?" Ming Daohong grinned.

"Sister Daohong, don't make trouble. Huang Xiang glanced at Ming Daohong with disgust, and the latter grimaced at her. When Jueyuan saw this scene, a silent smile couldn't help but appear on his ravine-horizontal face.

"There is also this brother Tai, he also came with Sister Huang, but he is relatively silent and does not know Brother Tai's surname?" Zhang Junbao introduced the two daughters, and finally came to the side of the dead Xiaomo. He helplessly found that he and the three of them had gone all the way, but he didn't even know the names of any of them, which really embarrassed him.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" When the dead Xiao Mo was about to say his name, Ming Daohong grabbed in front of the dead Xiao Mo with an arrow, she pointed to the dead Xiao Mo and said to the old monk Jueyuan: "This one, it's Sister Yang Yan." ”

"Flutter!" Huang Xiang covered his mouth and chuckled, the three of them came all the way from the Lin'an realm to Shaomu Mountain, under the contact of several months, she already knew the experience of the deceased Xiao Mo gorgeously transformed into "Sister Yang", and also knew that Ming Daohong liked it very much, if she saw more in normal times, it would not be strange, but she didn't expect Ming Daohong to even let go of such a time.

And Zhang Junbao listened to Ming Daohong's words but looked strange, from time to time he looked at the dead Xiao Mo, and then at Ming Daohong, I don't know if Ming Daohong was about to say the wrong thing for a while, or if he had bad eyes and mislooked at the gender of the dead Xiao Mo. Of course, there is another possibility, that is, the dead Xiao Mo is a tomboy dressed as a man!

Only Jueyuan, who is the most ancient, always looks at all this with a kind smile on his face.

As for Ming Daohong, she didn't care about the reactions of a few people, and was still there to introduce Jueyuan: "His name is death, the death of the undead, the word Yang." He is stingy, but kind-hearted, and after my personal test, as long as someone pretends to be pitiful in front of him, he will be soft-hearted!"

At this, she raised her head slightly in meaning.

As for Xiao Mo, no matter what Ming Daohong said, he had a silent face, as if the person he said in Ming Daohong's mouth was not himself.

In fact, don't look at the expressionless on Xiao Mo's face, but he is pondering in his heart, he is really like what Ming Daohong said, as long as someone pretends to be pitiful in front of him, will he be soft-hearted? In the territory of the original Dali, he killed people without counting, and there were so many people who pretended to be pitiful, but he never relented when he should be killed, this is the death of Xiao Mo, this is the death of the sun!

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