Cangzhou, mosque.

"Disciple Mingyuan, I have seen the abbot master. "A little monk with blue hair stubble on his head, and the scars on it have not been around for a long time, and it looks like there are still some traces.

On the futon in hand, there is an old monk sitting, the old monk looks kind and kind, a big bald head with a shiny oil, you can see at a glance that this has been shaved a long time ago, and the scar on the head is already an old scar, if it is not for the golden silk brocade robe on the body that makes the old monk have a bit of a luxurious feeling, this can really be regarded as a good monk.

"Your heart is upset. The old monk asked the little monk to bow in front of him, and for half a moment, the little monk's body was not moving, and he couldn't see that he was embarrassed. After another half a moment, the old monk finally spoke, but this opening made the little monk's heart move.

"Amitabha, the disciple is just thinking about one thing. The little monk recited a Buddha name, and then looked at the host, his eyes were blazing, without the slightest respect. He is a Zen person, the Buddha scolds the ancestors, the people of Zen Buddhism do not do this, the Buddha is not used to it, and there is a lack of an old monk like you?

"Oh, Mingyuan, isn't there something he can't think through? You might as well say it and let the poor monk take a closer look. "The old monk is quite different from the other monks in this temple, he has a fat head and big ears, and he has a fight with the enshrined Maitreya Buddha.

"The host master is serious, but the little monk can't understand why some people in my Buddhism often do some things that deceive themselves and others, deceive the world and steal their reputation. The little monk's eyes were like a sharp sword, examining people's hearts, the old monk was slightly stunned, and then his eyes were like something like fire.

"I don't know Mingyuan, how can I say this?" The flame in the old monk's eyes was naturally easily covered by him, after all, a monk who has been a monk for decades can still get the highest title of abbot, how can he be a person who casually lets others see through it.

A Zen stick in the hand of the little monk Mingyuan was originally placed at the door, but at this moment, as soon as the little monk stretched out his hand, the Zen stick immediately flew into his hand, and then the little monk slammed on the ground, clicking, several cracks in the ground, extending out a distance of several meters, and there seemed to be a woman's cry from the ground. The voice seemed to be crying, and it seemed to be mixed with some pleasure.

"Master Abbot, what else do you have to say?" The little monk raised his head, and the Zen staff in his hand was held by him, and the solemn appearance of the law was even more like a master who cultivated Buddha than the old monk.

"This. Listening to the woman's voice that was getting clearer and clearer underground, the old abbot's face was red and black for a while.

"If the abbot master didn't say it, then the little monk will send the master to the west heaven and personally repent in front of the Buddha!" The monk's robe around the little monk seemed to be blown up by the wind, and a strange roar sounded around the little monk, this was not the voice of the little monk, but the sound of his true qi breaking through the air and tearing the air.

"Since you've found out, stay with it. Bo Ruozhang!" The old monk's eyes suddenly flashed with a bit of resentment, and the original solemnity of the Dharma was all gone, leaving only a kind of resentment that made people look chilled.

The little monk looked at him and shook his head, as if sighing something. Then the Zen staff in his hand volleyed down, if the shape is pressing, Mount Tai collapsed more than this, how can the sky overturn manpower can stop?

After three incense sticks,

The little monk led more than a dozen disheveled women out of the temple, and then the temple was lit by fire, and it is said that later on the original site of this temple, another temple was built and the name was called the mosque, but the people inside also changed.

"Thank you, Master, for saving your life. "Those women are all young and beautiful, and one of them is still a young lady from a large local family, who was taken by these monks and dragged to the secret room, and finally the family searched for it to no avail.

But fortunately, the monk arrived in time, this girl was rescued before she had time to be insulted, but after all, it doesn't make much sense, in this era, there is no place for these women, whether you mean it or not, as long as you are ** to others, you are already unchaste.

The little monk took the girl back, and when he looked for her family, he didn't see that the other women he rescued either jumped off the cliff or hanged themselves, and some went directly back to the temple that ruined their lives, and were reduced to ashes along with the raging fire.

Whose sorrow is this? No one can say for sure. There are still some people and some things in this world that cannot be explained clearly.

"Water donor. The little monk was fortunate not to be dishonored, and he had already rescued the young lady, and the donor was relieved that when the little monk arrived, the young lady was still fine. The little monk looked at the middle-aged man dressed as a rich member and said very calmly.

"Daddy, woo-woo. Along the way, the girl who didn't say a word threw herself into the other person's arms and cried when she saw the middle-aged man.

The member outside was coaxing, and persuasion, and finally the little monk couldn't look at it, stretched out his hand and pointed at the girl's sleeping hole, let the girl fall asleep, and then said to the middle-aged man: "Ling Ai suffered a great disaster at the moment, although he was rescued by the little monk, but under the great sorrow and joy, people were still stimulated after all, and the little monk just clicked on Ling Ai's acupoint, which should have fallen asleep at this moment, and asked the staff to let Ling Ai go back to the room to rest." Remember not to call until she wakes up on her own, or she may damage Ling Ai's spirit. ”

"Yes, yes, thank you, Master. I don't know where the master is staying, but Shui still has something to give to the master as a thank you. "The sailor is a big family in Cangzhou, and at the moment he said that he wanted to be grateful, naturally he had to have gold and silver treasures, although it was said to be a vulgar thing, the other party monk did not necessarily like it, but the monk also wanted to eat, and outside the sailor, there was no other way to thank him, right?

The Zen staff in the hand of the little monk Mingyuan was put on the ground by him, and then he put his hands together and said to the sailor: "The little monk is alone, but he doesn't need the money outside the staff." If there is a heart outside the staff, you may wish to give alms to some of the poor people here, and the little monk heard that Shanxi has been in drought for two consecutive years, if there is spare strength outside the staff, please transport some food, and the poor there, the little monk will bring which people to chant and pray for the outside. ”

"Master, there are really some high monks. Shui will definitely do it, but the master, the little girl. When the sailor said this, he paused slightly, and seemed a little difficult to speak, but Mingyuan could easily see what the other party wanted to ask.