Qingyang Temple, is the only temple in Nanyang City, located on the halfway of the east hill, although the cigarette smoke curls, but sparsely populated, can only faintly see the lazy figure of the monks. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A young monk leaned against a pillar in the corridor, used the dust in his hand to drive away the hot air around him, and scolded weakly: "Silly big man, when has this happened, you have only carried such a little water, do you still want to eat?"

"It's noon, so let me rest for a while. ”

Under the shade of the tree, a simple voice came.

"Well, no matter how you arrange your rest time, after an hour, you must make sure that the ten large tanks are full, otherwise, you will not eat tomorrow's meal. The young monk leisurely stroked the whiskers on the dust and raised his eyebrows.

"I promise you will have enough water every day, what are you urging?"

It may be that the weather is hot, and the voice is a little irritable.

"Yo-he, you really don't want to eat?" the monk narrowed his eyes and straightened up from the pillar.

Suddenly, a tall monk sprang out from under the shade of the tree, threw the bucket to the ground, and said angrily: "There is no difference to me whether I eat or not, I don't have a backache when I stand and talk, you are so idle, why don't you try to carry two buckets of water?"

"You dare to contradict me, if it weren't for the fact that I saw you pitiful five years ago and kindly took you in, you might have been exposed to the wilderness by now. Okay, you can also not carry water, but Qingyang Temple will not take you in again!" The monk frowned and scolded angrily: "Why don't you get out of here?"

"You ......" The tall monk's eyes widened, and suddenly he glanced at the root of the tree, his frowning brows slowly loosened, sighed lightly, lifted a few wooden barrels on the ground, and said in a low voice: "I'd better go and fetch water." ”

The young monk rolled his eyes upward, leaned against the red pillar again, closed his eyes and snorted coldly: "You think you are an immortal, and it makes no difference to you whether you eat or not......?"

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In the summer, it is very quiet, although the cicadas on the trees are constantly ringing, but it is still very quiet.

Lan Feng landed on a mountain road not far from Qingyang Temple.

Walking on the mountain road, he seemed to be trying hard to climb up, but in fact, his spiritual power had already run his legs, and he didn't feel a little tired.

In the distance, I saw two monks walking on the mountain, one with a round body and a pu fan in his hand, and the other with a thin body and a dust whisk in his hand.

He looked as usual and continued to walk up the hill.

The monks got closer and closer, and they also noticed someone on the other side.

"Hey, do you see if there's a person coming up over there?" The fat monk stopped, squinted at Lan Feng's location, and shook the fan in his hand.

A hint of surprise flashed in the thin monk's eyes, and he nodded: "It seems that someone has come up, why don't we go up and ask?"

"What do you ask? We are the monks of Qingyang Temple, in the eyes of mortals, but we are all some Taoists, how can we be so uncomposed?" The fat monk turned his head and swept around, found a stone and sat down, and pulled the other monk, and said in a low voice: "Quick, you also sit down." ”

"Oh, too, lest the man think we're charging and don't dare to go up. The thin monk hurriedly sat down with the fat monk and recited the Great Compassion Mantra with his eyes closed.

Lan Feng had already heard the words of the two, smiled disdainfully, and quickly came to the two of them, without the slightest pause, his eyes looked straight ahead, and strode forward.

When the fat monk heard the footsteps, his expression moved, and he was about to speak, but he didn't expect the footsteps to be farther and farther away.

His eyes opened suddenly, only to see that there was no one in front of him, turned his head to look, and saw that Lan Feng had walked more than ten feet, quickly got up, and chased after him in a hurry.

The thin monk also stood up from the ground and quickly followed the fat monk.

"Hey, why are you so rude?"

An angry voice came from behind him.

Lan Feng paused, sneered, his expression suddenly became a little shocked, turned around, and said in surprise: "Master, are you talking to me?"

When the fat monk heard this title, his expression instantly eased a lot, he coughed dryly, pointed behind him and said, "Didn't you see the poor monk meditating on that stone just now?"

"I see. Lan Feng blinked his eyes and said suspiciously: "I have heard that when monks meditate, they are all out of the body and can communicate with the gods in the sky, so I thought about leaving quickly, so as not to disturb your cultivation." ”

The monk was stunned for a moment, pondered for a moment, and nodded: "Having said that, but ......"

"That's right, if the gods get angry and blame me, a mortal, and have to trouble the master to intercede for me himself, it will be very unhappy. Lan Feng pouted, looking aggrieved.

"Yes, yes. The fat monk laughed dryly, looked Lan Feng up and down again, and frowned, "Is the little brother going to Qingyang Temple to offer incense?"

Lan Feng's expression was as usual, and he hurriedly waved his hand and said: "I am a candidate from other places, I originally wanted to worship the Buddha, but today I heard in the city that Qingyang Temple will charge a fee, but I am shy in my pocket, I really can't take out a tael of silver, I know that I can't get in, I just want to watch outside to show respect, so I didn't prepare anything." ”

I still don't know how many masters are hidden in this city, and the one Lan Feng is most afraid of is Situ Jin. If you go to worship the Buddha, you don't even have a stick of incense in your hand, and you don't have sacrifices, so you will inevitably be suspicious. At that time, if there is a big fight because of this matter and it causes a commotion in Nanyang City, wouldn't it be worth the loss?

Although the fat monk is high-profile and likes to pretend, he is still more cautious, and no one has come to the temple for several years, and suddenly there is an unfamiliar face, so he should naturally be vigilant.

He had already heard of the immortals in the Murong Mansion in the city, and he was not afraid of 10,000, but he was afraid that if that immortal wanted to take Qingyang Temple for himself, these monks who were powerless would definitely be driven out.

At this time, when he heard Lan Feng's answer, his expression eased slightly, and then he thought about it, it was definitely impossible for the immortal to be so low-voiced, and when he opened his mouth, the gods were above, so he relaxed his vigilance and said with a smile: "Little brother, now there are no rules in Qingyang Temple, I will take you into the temple to burn incense, and when you go down the mountain, you must give us more publicity." ”

"But I didn't buy incense. Lan Feng pretended to be a pity, and hurriedly turned around, preparing to go down the mountain to buy incense, but was blocked by the thin monk with a whisk.

"No need, there is fate today, I will give you incense. ”

Although Lan Feng sneered in his heart, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly clenched his fists and said respectfully: "The two masters are kind-hearted, and Xiaosheng is grateful, and they are remembered in their hearts. (To be continued.) )