The cutie is still the same cutie. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A fish jumped into Yang Fenglou's arms, hugged his neck, and smiled heartily.

"Brother Yang, why did you come? I thought you didn't want a little monk anymore?"

"Brother Chai, Brother Song, how are you?"

"By the way, didn't that Wang Rong come with you? I wrote him a lot of letters, and he said that he would come to see me sometime, why didn't he come?"

"Brother Yang, you are here, you must stay in Shaolin for a few more days, I will take you to the back mountain to play, I found a spring in the back mountain, the water is sweet, by the way, Brother Yang, do you bring tea? is the kind of tea you often drink? I will take you over in a while, use the mountain spring to make tea, it must be delicious......

The little cutie's mouth asked questions like a cannon, worthy of the "high monk" who can give lectures to Shaolin monks, his mouth is too neat, Yang Fenglou was stunned for a long time and didn't interject, just listened with a smile on his face, nodding from time to time.

The cutie said a lot, and suddenly asked:

"Did you bring me a gift?"

After asking, without waiting for the three of them to answer, he jumped down directly, ran in front of Song Yan in a few steps, looked through Song Yan's pockets, and muttered vigorously, "Where is it, where is it?", he didn't find it for a while, so he simply ran to Song Yan's body again and continued to look through his pockets.

Song Yan is more than seven feet tall, he is a veritable Angzang man, standing upright, really like an iron tower, the little monk climbs up and down, like a little monkey, especially he is still wearing a big red robe used for preaching, and the corner of the eyes of the guest monk twitches.

Song Yan was a little embarrassed, the three of them came to treat Yang Fenglou's hidden disease, the main target was the great monk of King Kong Realm, and he really didn't prepare any gifts for the little cutie, but fortunately, Chai Fei had a stinky problem in the Mansion of the Kingdom of China, and he usually didn't like to eat, so he lived on all kinds of snacks.

The little cutie suddenly exclaimed.

"Great! osmanthus cake! jujube cake! and cake! and sugar!hahaha...... I knew ......"

As he spoke, he snatched the snack from Chai Fei's hand and stuffed it into his mouth vigorously.

The monk couldn't stand the little cutie's useless appearance, announced the Buddha's name, and said softly:

"Senior brother, since the three Yang Shizhu are your old friends, it is better to invite them into the mountain gate, and the senior brother can also fulfill the friendship of the landlord. ”

When the little cutie heard this, her mouth tightened, swallowed the cake in her mouth hard, straightened her waist, and nodded pretending to be old-fashioned.

"The junior brother is reasonable......

That momentum, as if in an instant, turned back to the "Ke" word elder brother in the lecture hall, of course, if there is no cake residue left at the corner of the mouth, it will be more virtuous and high-ranking monk.

The little cutie turned to Yang Fenglou and stood up in front of him with one palm.

"Also invite Yang Shizhu to enter the temple......"

Seeing him pretending to be old, Yang Fenglou and the three couldn't help but want to laugh, but they had to help the senior brother of the "Ke" generation save face, so it was really not funny, and they were very fortunate to hold back one by one.

The group entered the mountain gate and stepped on the Shaolin Yongdao, the monk led the way in front, and the little cutie accompanied Yang Fenglou and the three of them to walk behind.

Walking on the road, the little cutie would secretly stuff a piece of candy into her mouth when the monk was not paying attention, and Yang Fenglou and the three of them couldn't help laughing, and they were even more fortunate.

The cutie grimaced at the trio and asked:

"Brother Yang, did you come to Shaolin this time to see me? Why didn't Sister Nie and Sister Tian come? and Grandpa Liu...... Just the three of you, how can you perform Peking Opera? Ah, by the way, what about your outfits? Are you at the bottom of the mountain? Do you need me to send someone down to help you transport them up? Ha, I know, Sister Nie, they must be with Xingtou, am I right?"

When Yang Fenglou heard this, a trace of embarrassment flashed on his face, but he could only tell the truth.

"Well, we came this time, mainly because there was a problem with the internal exercises I practiced, and this exercise was passed down from Shaolin, and we wanted to see if Shaolin could help me solve this problem...... As for Peking Opera, I'm afraid it won't work now......"

When the little monk heard this, he let out an "oh" with a disappointed face, and was silent for a while, and then smiled.

"It's okay, not this time, next time, Brother Yang, you promised me to perform a Peking Opera in Shaolin, Wang Rong also heard this, he wrote back last time, and mentioned this matter...... It's okay, it's the same next time I perform, it's okay......"

The little cutie said that it was okay, but the disappointment on her face was overflowing, and the strength of the forced smile made Yang Fenglou feel sad for a while.

I just wanted to speak, but I was stopped by the cutie.

The little monk has mysterious powers, and can feel the joys, sorrows, and sorrows in the hearts of people around him, so he naturally feels the guilt in Yang Fenglou's heart clearly, and when he saw that Yang Fenglou wanted to speak, he smiled first.

"Brother Yang, I'm really fine, you don't have to worry about ......"

This time, the smile is much more free.

"By the way, Brother Yang, there is something wrong with your internal exercises, what exercises are you practicing?"

"Bitter Zen. ”

Yang Fenglou forcibly suppressed the discomfort in his heart and told his situation.

When the little monk heard this, he thought about it for a while and said:

"Brother Yang, I have heard of the name Kuzen, and it is indeed a kind of Shaolin internal strength of my mind...... I want to think about it, oh, by the way, your surname is Yang, it was two hundred years ago, when my thirteen Shaolin monks helped Taizong, a senior monk was rescued by the guards surnamed Yang beside Taizong, so he was rewarded with bitter Zen, presumably, that Taizong's guard was the ancestor of Brother Yang?"

"Not bad. ”

"Oh, I know what's going on, but I haven't practiced Shaolin martial arts, so I really don't know what's going on with Kuzen...... In this way, I'll take Brother Yang to see my master, he is an old man who is a pedantic and should be able to help you solve ......"

After finishing speaking, the little cutie and the monk explained a few words, then let him leave, and then took Yang Fenglou and the three of them around the Daxiong Treasure Hall and went straight to the depths of Shaolin.

The little cutie is the "monk" of the word "can", his master, must be the "this" word generation, plus the cutie introduced Yang Fenglou, undoubtedly said the word "pedantic celestial", so that Yang Fenglou and the three of them are looking forward to it, if they can get the guidance of the great monk, maybe the hidden danger of bitter Zen will be solved.

After entering Shaolin, the little cutie resumed the posture of the senior brother of the "Ke" character, striding forward, with no joy or sorrow on his face, in the face of many monks' salutes, the return salute was also decent, and a good look of solemnity made it inconvenient for Yang Fenglou and the three of them to ask about the little cute master, so they had to follow quietly behind.

After a while, the cutie stopped.

"It's here. ”

When the three of them looked up, it was a small courtyard, and there was a plaque hanging on the door beam of the small courtyard, with three big characters written on it.

Abbot's Room!(To be continued.) )