"This..."Yan Shaoyou hesitated for a moment, and asked the simple man weakly, "This bowl is really so precious?"

"Why am I lying to you!" said the simple man with white eyes and disgust. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Big brother, I'm sorry... I—" Yan Shaoyou buried his head and said in a slur manner.

"Alas... Forget it, count me unlucky, I don't want you to lose, you don't have enough to eat, if not, there are still some sweet potatoes left in the kitchen, I'll give you hot ones. The simple man waved his hand and said lightly.

"No, I've already eaten here, so I don't bother my brother. Yan Shaoyou excused.

"Whatever you want, I don't have meat here, but the sweet potato is enough!" said the simple man casually.

"Thank you, big brother, by the way, why don't you eat meat?" Yan Shaoyu thanked him, and then asked suspiciously.

"I used to eat it, but now I don't eat it!" replied the simple man.

"Why don't you eat it now?" Yan Shaoyou continued to ask.

"This has to start from two years ago, when our village was still hunting for a living, and lived a very poor life, and later, one day, a group of monks came to our village, they claimed to be disciples of the Buddha of the Western Heavens, and they came to give grace to the Buddha on the orders of the Buddha..."

After the simple man finished talking about the cause and effect, it was already completely dark, and the simple man couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the "tiredness" on Yan Shaoyou's face, and muttered softly: "These rich sons seem to have no chance with the Buddha by birth!"

"Ah, big brother, what are you talking about?" Yan Shaoyou asked softly with his sleepy eyes open.

"It's nothing, it's not early, I'll take you to rest!" the simple man said coldly.

"Thank you, big brother!" Yan Shaoyou smiled embarrassedly.

"There's nothing to thank, I'm just paving the way for myself. The simple man said.

"Uh..."

"Okay, you come with me!" After finishing speaking, the simple man picked up the oil lamp and went straight past Yan Shaoyou and walked into the small door in front of him.

Yan Shaoyou smiled thoughtfully, and then, followed closely...

"The conditions are not good, so let's rest for one night!" said the simple man.

Yan Shaoyou looked at the empty small room, endured the discomfort, and said, "Don't dare, don't dare!"

"Rest early!" the simple man said coldly, then put the oil lamp on the wooden table, turned around and left the small room...

"Heh!" Yan Shaoyou smiled softly, sat on the edge of the bed, recalled the words of a simple man, and his dark eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance, "Buddhism, you are so troublesome, do you just want to buy people's hearts?"

"Alas... Forget it, everything will be revealed by itself tomorrow!" Yan Shaoyou pressed his temples, then lay down sideways, and fell into a light sleep...

"Oh oh oh~" A rooster crowed, breaking the tranquility of the countryside, Yan Shaoyou turned over and got up, pushed open the window of the small room, and looked up, just to see the simple man carrying farm tools into the distance...

Yan Shaoyou stretched his waist and walked out of the small room, he took out a jade coin, pressed it on the table in the hall, and then went out in a dashing manner, striding towards the Fulong Zen Temple...

At this time, in the Extreme Dao Sect, in the Extreme Dao Hall, Xun Lie indifferently handed the plan to Zhou Muyu, "Master, this is the postgraduate examination prepared by the disciple for the Extreme Dao Martial Arts, please take a look!"

Zhou Muyu took Xun Lie's plan, examined it carefully, and after a long time, he showed a satisfied smile: "Xiao Lie, your plan is very satisfactory to the teacher, so everything will be carried out according to this method!"

"Yes!" was affirmed by Zhou Muyu, and a smile appeared on Xun Lie's indifferent face.

"Well, since that's the case, then let's be a hands-off shopkeeper for the teacher, this time the Extreme Dao Martial Arts will be handed over to you to be fully responsible, and the teacher will never say a word, are you confident to do a good job?" Zhou Muyu looked at Xun Lie with a smile.

"Since the master is willing to let go and let the disciple prepare, how can the disciple not have confidence?" Xun Lie replied confidently.

"Okay, then we'll wait and see as a teacher, if Xiao Lie has nothing else to do, you can go down and prepare!" Zhou Muyu said with a smile.

"Yes! Disciple retires!" Xun Lie nodded and simply left the main hall.

Looking at the back of his disciple, Zhou Muyu once again showed a pleased smile...

On the other side, after more than two hours of trekking, Yan Shaoyou finally reached the top of the mountain, looking at the solemn Zen temple in front of him, Yan Shaoyou couldn't help but shudder, as if something was secretly peeping. Yan Shaoyou looked around cautiously, but didn't find anything unusual, and then he moved his gaze to the Zen temple in front of him, but he didn't have the feeling he had before. Yan Shaoyou frowned suspiciously, then stabilized his mind and strode towards the gate of the Zen Temple...

Came to the gate of the Zen Temple, Yan Shaoyou looked at the endless stream of pilgrims in front of him, and the disgust in his heart arose, he frowned and endured the discomfort and came to the gate.

Just as Yan Shaoyou was about to step into the gate of the Zen Temple, a little novice suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him, "This benefactor, the Zen Temple is a pure place for Buddhism, please don't bring the murder weapon into the Zen Temple!"

Hearing this, Yan Shaoyou was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the hero sword on his back, and asked softly, "The murder weapon you said can't be him, right?"

"Yes!" said the little novice.

"Haha, little monk, you are wrong, he is not a murder weapon!" Yan Shaoyou said with a smile.

"Well, don't be talking, the sword is originally a weapon to bring unknown killing, and it is naturally a murder weapon, and the donor, your sword is even more bloody, how can it not be a murder weapon?"

"Oh, little monk, I repeat, he is not a murder weapon, he is my friend, my friend who was born and died! Therefore, I will not let him go. "Words are less and you are right.

"Since the donor is unwilling to untie the sword, then please go back, the Zen Monastery is a pure place for Buddhism, and you can't see such a murderous thing!"

At this moment, a solemn Buddha call came from afar, "Amitabha!"

The Buddha's name entered his ears, Yan Shaoyou's heart trembled suddenly, he hurriedly recited the general recipe of "The Volume of People", forced his mind, and then turned his head to look, only to see an old monk in cloth with kind eyebrows walking slowly.

"Huixin, how can you quarrel with others, it seems that you don't have enough cultivation!" the old monk reproached.

"Qiyu presided over the uncle ancestor, it was this donor who wanted to enter the Zen temple with the murder weapon, and the disciple stopped him and asked him to untie the murder weapon, but the donor was unwilling, so the disciple reasoned with him. The little novice said truthfully.

"If you are a special guest, you have to be treated specially, how can you be dead? Buddhism is not a dead law, and Buddhism is not a dead reason, you are obsessed. The old monk said solemnly.

"The disciple knows that he is wrong!" said the little novice as if he didn't understand.

"Okay, since you know that you are wrong, then Uncle Shi will punish you to copy the "Ranga Sutra" ten times, can you be convinced?" the old monk asked.

"Disciple convinced!" replied the little novice.

"Then you should go and receive the punishment now!" said the old monk.

"Yes!" the little novice replied, and was about to turn away.

"Wait!"

At this moment, a voice interrupted the footsteps of the little novice... (To be continued.) )