Ding Yu smiled, not in the time period of the plot, which means that he can't use the plot to make a profit, but with his current martial arts attainments, a few cheats or something, he really doesn't pay much attention to it.

According to the memory of the monk Kexiao, the Tianlong Temple at this time was not far from the Wuliang Mountain, but the Wuliang Sword School in the Tianlong had no impression at all, and I don't know if it had not yet been established. Ding Yu decided to go back to Tianlong Temple first, inquire about the specific era and surrounding environment, and then decide on the next step.

When I returned to Tenryuji Temple, it was already sunset. The image of a middle-aged monk suddenly appeared in Ding Yu's mind, according to Seng Ke's memory, this monk was called the Dharma, handsome in appearance, and gentle in speech, but it seemed that he had never been out of the meditation room. The monk had to bring him food every day, and every time he went in, he saw him sitting cross-legged in the same place, never moving.

Because he is probably the best person in Tianlong Temple, he is the best person for Seng Ke, every time he sees Seng Ke, he will ask him about his life and daily life, and he listens to every sentence very carefully. And in the heart of the monk, he is also very close to the cause. Ding Yu flipped through his memories, and at the moment when he fell off the cliff, in addition to fear, he actually had a worry: Without me, in order to deliver food to Master Yin, would he be hungry?

What aroused Ding Yu's interest was the memory afterward: every time the monk sent a meal for the cause, the cause would let him recite a few Buddhist scriptures, and at the same time, the cause would also chant in a low voice, but for some reason, every word of his could be clearly transmitted to the ears of the monk, and after a long time, the monk would unconsciously memorize the scriptures of the cause.

The original monk was an ignorant little monk, so he naturally didn't notice anything abnormal, but now that he was replaced by Ding Yu, he could see at a glance that the monk actually used a clever internal force to transmit sound and pour the scriptures into the ears of the monks; It's basically an extremely superior martial arts method. If Ding Yu is not mistaken, the name of this mental method is - One Yang Finger!

The monks of Tianlong Temple are also familiar with Yiyang Finger, so most of the monks are from the Duan royal family, but why did he use such a roundabout way to pass on Yiyang Finger to a miscellaneous monk who is not proficient in martial arts?

For this curiosity. Ding Yu decided to fulfill the wish of the monk before he died-in order to deliver food and meet the mysterious monk by the way.

After receiving two meals from the dining hall with ease, Ding Yu walked to the meditation room in the backyard. Many monks along the road saw Ding Yu's scarred and embarrassed appearance, not only no one cared, but some people laughed lightly. In Seng Ke's memory, this seems to be the norm, and all the monks in the temple, except for one person, no one else treats him.

Ding Yu didn't care about driving away this memory. He walked straight to the outside of the room, knocked lightly on the door, and said, "Disciple Monk, come and deliver the meal." ”

A gentle voice came from the room: "Come in." ”

Ding Yu pushed the door into the house, only to see a monk about thirty years old sitting on the ground, his eyebrows were like a sword, his nose was like a knife, and he was very handsome. Even if he is dressed as a monk, there is a little bit of contempt between his eyebrows.

He saw the abrasions on Ding Yu's body. The gentle voice immediately turned to frost: "Who hurt you like this?"

Ding Yu shook his head and said, "It was I who accidentally stepped on the wrong foot on the hillside." ”

His expression eased slightly, and he said to Ding Yu: "In the wooden cabinet on the left, there is a celadon vial, you bring it to me." ”

Ding Yu took it as he said, and opened the cap. picked a touch of ointment on his fingertips, motioned for Ding Yu to sit in front of him, and then applied the ointment to Ding Yu's wound carefully.

Ding Yu only felt that the cool ointment seeped in with a soft and mellow force, and the pain in the wound was suddenly greatly reduced. He recognized this power for the first time, only because he had fought with such a finger force not long ago-this was the Yang Finger handed down by the Duan family of Dali. And because of the purity of the finger power, it seems to be no less than a lamp!

On the ointment, because of the fasting with Ding Yu, after the cause asked Ding Yu to chant the scriptures, Ding Yu casually recited a few paragraphs of the Huayan Sutra, and sure enough, because of the sound transmission technique, a section of the Yang Finger Heart Method was passed to him.

After chanting, Ding Yu couldn't help but ask, "Master Yin, what scripture did you recite silently?"

She said softly: "You forgot again? Just keep it in mind, and there will be a **** who will know. But before that day, no matter who asks, you must not reveal this scripture, remember?"

Ding Yu nodded, and said with a smile: "It's not early, you go back to rest, if you have to go up the mountain tomorrow, you have to walk carefully." ”

Ding Yu saluted, then packed up the dishes and chopsticks and left. Along the way, he pondered the relationship between Yin and Seng Ke in his heart, and saw the expression of Yin, his concern for the little monk Seng Ke really came from the heart, since this is the case, why not simply accept him as a disciple, and pass on his martial arts openly?

While he was pondering, he suddenly heard something flying towards him and smashed the door of Ding Yumian. Ding Yu's spiritual sense was so keen, as soon as his head was tilted, the thing flew past the side of his head with a sour smell, and hit the pillar, but it was a mango shoe.

In a meditation room in front of him, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old miscellaneous monk flashed out, taller than Ding Yu, and only wore a mango shoe under his feet.

As soon as he saw this person, a name had automatically appeared in Ding Yu's mind - monk's practice, and along with this name were dozens of extremely unpleasant memories.

The little monk may only be unpopular in the eyes of the official monks of Tianlong Temple, but among the miscellaneous monks of the same age, he is simply like a penguin named Doudou, who is "eating and sleeping and beating Doudou" when he has nothing to do on weekdays, and this monk is the most active leader of "beating Doudou".

This time Seng Ke went up the mountain to collect firewood, which was supposed to be the sane's turn to do chores, but he pushed it on Seng Ke's head, and it happened that Seng Ke was pushed off the cliff, I don't know if it was a pure coincidence, or that Seng Xing was an accomplice to murder.

Ding Yu here thought in his heart, and when the monk saw that the stinky shoes did not hit Ding Yu, his anger on his face increased, and he pointed at Ding Yu's nose and scolded: "I will make you a lazy poor (Dali dialect: bad) monk, I will let you (go) to collect firewood, and you will be restrained for a whole day!

At this time, although Ding Yu's strength was weak, with his martial arts attainments, how could he let such an unruly fist hit? As soon as he stepped in, he had already let the monk's fist, and his left hand was from the bottom up, and he was pulling the weakness of the monk's liver. Rao is weak fist strength, and the sharp pain at this time also made the monk weak all over, and his hands and feet were weak.

Ding Yu took advantage of the situation to punch three times in a row, hitting the liver area all of them, and the tall body of the monk immediately curled up on the ground like a prawn, and he didn't care about wiping his tears and snot as soon as he gushed out, only convulsed vigorously.

Ding Yu stepped on the neck of the monk and asked in a cold voice: "Who asked you to push me on the chores of collecting firewood today?" (To be continued.) )

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