Lu Qingdu and a group of warrior monks looked at the monk who entered hand in hand with a bewildered expression, and for a long time, I don't know who took the lead, put away their weapons, and silently followed behind the two, covering the mountain gate. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Cao Dong Sect pays attention to pointing directly to the heart, seeing the nature to become a Buddha, so it is rare to see the Buddha statue of the clay tire tile sculpture in the Huili Temple, but there are many exquisite murals, Lu Qingdu looks up one by one, quite feels full of charm.

Main hall.

Master Xingxiu laughed softly: "I haven't seen you for ten years, Daoist Qiu is still a crane-haired childish face, and the Taoist self-cultivation kung fu is really enviable." ”

Qiu Chuji waved his hand and said: "Master Cao Shan Benshan, the patriarch of the Caodong Sect, also left seven volumes of the "Participation Deed", which is a rare secret book of mind cultivation in the world, and the poor Tao has also been coveted for a long time. ”

The two touted each other for a while, and Lu Qingdu, who watched it, lacked interest, and said that he was the enemy of his life, and he drew his sword when he met, director, these two people don't follow the script.

At about noon, Xingxiu ordered people to put a vegetarian meal, red, green and green, fragrant and overflowing, which looked very tempting. The old monk sighed while eating: "These are all cultivated by the monks of our Huili Temple. ”

The Caodong Sect pays attention to this, and never allows its disciples, who only eat fast and recite Buddha every day, must be self-reliant, do not do it for a day, have no food for a day, and coal, do these monks want to engage in archery?

Qiu Chuji said with a smile: "The lips and teeth are fragrant, and it is worthy of being a famous thing in most of the incense flows." ”

After eating, everyone sat down, and Xingxiu suddenly said: "Qiu Daochang, the poor monk doesn't ask you why you came, just one thing, I have carefully cultivated three disciples in the past ten years, one of them in Zen, martial arts, and literature, and the poor monk looks at you and brought your juniors, if this is the case, if your juniors can defeat my three inferior disciples in these three places, no matter what Qiu Daoist you want, even if you want the head of the poor monk's skin, it is okay!"

Qiu Chuji was stunned, a little embarrassed, his relationship with Xingxiu was half friend and half enemy, although he had no deep hatred, but he never wanted to

In front of this monk, he lost face, he came here today, it is indeed the idea of entering and exiting the inner hall in the name of Xingxiu, but if you shout Lao Qiu to ask for it directly, it is better to kill him directly.

Xingxiu's suggestion is in the middle of Qiu's hand, but at this time, his two most proud disciples, Li Zhichang and Yin Zhiping, are not around, and they have to compete, Cui Zhifang's martial arts are mediocre, and he has a handsome and good skin, phew.

Although Lu Qingdu's martial arts are good, after all, he is a disciple of four generations, and his cultivation days are short, no matter how deep his internal strength is, how much can he have? And except for a green poem, I have never heard of this kid's superiority in Zen and literature.

Qiu Chuji didn't answer for a long time, Xingxiu was not in a hurry, twisted the Buddha beads in his hand, and whispered in his mouth the five people founded by Cao Shan Ben Lin said, suddenly, Qiu Chuji nodded and said: "Okay, where is the high disciple now?"

Xingxiu suddenly opened his eyes, his divine light suddenly appeared, obviously his internal strength was profound, he was not an ordinary person, he shouted softly: "Where is Zhizhao?"

A crisp voice came from outside the door: "The disciple is here." ”

The man spoke, pushed the door, Lu Qingdu followed the prestige, but when he saw the person, the bald head was shiny, in his early twenties, his skin was as white as jade, and his face was handsome.

The young monk saluted and said, "Zhizhao has seen the master, distinguished guests. ”

Xingxiu said with a smile: "Qiu Daochang, this is the poor monk's apprentice who is good at writing, he spoke a thousand words at the age of five, and wrote a good calligraphy at the age of eight. ”

Qiu Chuji reluctantly smiled: "Okay, good." "Good Nima, where is such a pervert.

Cui Zhifang glanced at the absent-minded Lu Qingdu, and secretly made a decision in his heart, this master and nephew are good to him, today's competition, Cao Dongzong waits for work, and has no plans with intentions, and the Quanzhen Sect has almost no chance of winning, since it is just humiliated, it is not as good

Let yourself bear it all, leave Lu Qingdu, and cover your face for the Quanzhen Sect.

Thinking of this, he stood up and made a mockery: "Cui Zhifang of the Poor Chongyang Palace, I am willing to learn a thing or two from Master Zhizhao." ”

Monk Zhizhao smiled: "Don't dare, don't dare, the little monk should only ask the Taoist for advice." ”

Zhizhao's reputation was not obvious at this time, but a few years later, he compiled a book of "Human Eyes and Eyes", which is still circulating until the 21st century.

Cui Zhifang said indifferently: "Wen is not the first, I don't know how the master wants to compete?"

Zhi Zhao said with a smile: "Whether it is a poem or a word, if the Taoist can make it better than the monk in the time of a cup of tea, then he will naturally win the competition." ”

Cui Zhifang's heart sank, watching the passage of time, his heart was anxious, and he had nothing to gain, and on the side, Zhizhao Yan was grinding ink

Dip the pen and pave the way.

Plum blossoms are like snow, enjoy the flowers and remember to rejoice together, but also greedy to climb and fold, not afraid of the spring cold, need to wait for the bright moon.

Now the flowers on the moon are contending, the sparse branches and cold stamens are missing, and the people's hearts are only competing for flowers, not the people's hearts, not like the old season.

Qiu Chuji only read it once, and immediately felt that this move would definitely lose the competition, whether Zhizhao thought of this poem in the tea or not, his talent alone is no longer comparable to Cui Zhifang, hum, it is handsome, phew.

Cui Zhifang shook his head helplessly, and arched his hand: "Master Zhizhao's talent is outstanding, and it is difficult to surpass the poor road, even if this game is... ”

Qiu Chuji sighed helplessly on the side, but before Cui Zhifang finished speaking, Lu Qingdu interrupted: "Uncle Shi, I have a small poem here, which I just thought of, so it's better to let the two elders help me taste it." ”

Cui Zhifang was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Good." ”

The corners of Lu Qingdu's mouth were lightly raised, and he glanced at Zhizhao, who looked curious, and the little fat man flicked his fingers, and the wolf flew out, and his wrist was stretched out rapidly, just before the wolf flew out of the long table, he grabbed it in his hand.

This trick of chasing the stars and catching the moon was greatly appreciated by Qiu Chuji, and in the bottom of his heart, there was an inexplicable glimmer of hope.

It's just that Zhizhao is a little speechless, although the wolf was caught, but on the lower abdomen of his monk's robe, a lot of black ink was sprinkled, and the original white clothes were as white as snow, but now they are even whiter...

Lu Qingdu brushed a little bit, the pen was fast, writing, with a flick of his fingers, the wolf returned to its place, and Zhizhao on the side hurriedly picked up the proclamation and blocked it in front of him.

When there was a loud bang, the wolf returned to its place, Zhizhao breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a cold on his face, wiped his fingers, and put it in front of his eyes, it was disgustingly dark.

He was a little secretly angry, and secretly thought in his heart that if this little Taoist priest really couldn't write anything good, he would have to make him splash blood in five steps and ink all over his body today.

Glancing at the poems on the paper, he was suddenly stunned.

I was worried about hurting the Sanskrit line, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain. The world has the law of both, and it lives up to its promise.

Before Zhizhao became a monk, he had a very affectionate crush, but after indulging in Buddhism, he began to force himself to escape into the empty door, minus three thousand troubles, and focus on the ancient Buddha, but in the dead of night, he occasionally thought of the girl who used to cry and laugh together, how is she doing?

Lu Qingdu's poem evoked his memories, Zhizhao was stunned for a long time, only to feel that his heart was slightly blocked, he bowed lightly to Lu Qingdu, and then turned to leave, the victory or defeat is self-evident.

Master Xingxiu paused for a moment, laughed and said, "Okay, the Quanzhen Sect is really full of talents. ”

Qiu Chuji was also a little surprised: "Hehe, luck, luck." ”

Xingxiu waved his hand: "Where is Chang Zhong?"

A muffled voice outside the door: "The disciple is here." ”

As soon as the door opened, a tall man entered, full of two meters in height, with a black face, wearing a monk's robe, bare wrists and calves, and carrying a stick in his hand.

He said sullenly: "Disciple Chang Zhong has seen the master, all the distinguished guests. ”

Qiu Chuji glanced at him, and saw that this person's temples were bulging high, his muscles were bearded, and he was probably not a master to deal with, he glanced at Cui Zhifang, who was just about to stand up, but was stopped by Lu Qingdu: "Uncle Shi, the disciple seems to have some fate with this master, why don't you let me come?"

Cui Zhifang was stunned for a moment, nodded, Lu Qingdu patted him on the shoulder, and his internal force automatically rebounded, but Lu Qingdu was fine, but he was floating because of the power of the anti-shock, which means that Lu Qingdu's internal strength is far better than his own, this conclusion makes him a little unbelievable.

Even though he knew that Lu Qingdu was extremely talented, he never thought that he would be surpassed in just half a year, which was simply like a ghost.

Chang Zhong glanced at Lu Qingdu and said lightly: "You can't do it, let's change someone." ”

Lu Qingdu smiled: "It's okay, if I lose, I will naturally be replaced." ”

Chang Zhong snorted coldly: "Okay, then you can make a move." ”

Lu Qingdu raised his eyebrows slightly, a little under his feet, drew his sword in his hand, and used the momentum to make a move to divide the flowers and willows, Chang Zhong did not dodge or dodge, and hit the stick with his head, this move is the head of the Zen disciples will be the first to drink.

When the head stick drinks, exquisite, powerful, Lu Qingdu vaguely felt that he did not dodge, he was secretly surprised, his left palm quickly struck out from under the ribs, Chang Zhong was caught off guard, was hit in the shoulder, his body shook, the stick knocked on the ground, bang, the green brick shattered, the force was great, staggering.

Chang Zhong was not ashamed or annoyed, put his hands together and said: "The little Taoist is extremely martial arts, just now the poor monk said nothing, next, the little monk is going to perform the housekeeping stunt, Cao Dong knocks the stick method, and please be careful!"