After nearly two years of development, Peking Opera has spread all over the north and south of the Great River, inside and outside the Great Wall, even if it is the most distant Shu land, there is also the voice of Xipi Erhuang, when everyone is proud of listening to Peking Opera, watching Peking Opera, and singing Peking Opera.

If, my Guihe Ban releases the news, he will appear in Shaolin in the near future, Master Benxin, I don't know if I can make the influence of Shaolin Temple to a higher level?"

When the little monk heard that there was a Peking Opera, he couldn't help but have his eyes shining, and then looked at the abbot of this letter, and his eyes were slowly full of pleading. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The abbot of this letter groaned slightly, and then shook his head.

"Lord Yang promised the bad apprentice two years ago to perform Peking Opera in Shaolin, and now it is just a fulfillment of the contract, which can be counted as the cause and effect of you and the cuteness, but it is not counted on the head of the Shaolin Temple. ”

Yang Fenglou's eyes narrowed.

"The repertoire of the performance is based on the Buddhist classics and the monks of the past dynasties as the prototype. ”

Master Benshin shook his head.

"Not enough. ”

"In the future, I will travel the world with my class, and every time I go to a state to perform, there will be a Buddhist play. ”

"It's still not enough. ”

Yang Fenglou secretly gritted his teeth.

"I'm here to teach Shaolin monks to perform Peking Opera!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Fenglou gritted his teeth and looked at Master Benxin, if he dared to say that it was not enough, he would have to give him a punch, regardless of whether he was a second-grade little grandmaster.

Master Benshin is worthy of being a monk.

"Deal!"

A few people next to him were dumbfounded.

Chai Fei and Song Yan really realized the high virtue of Master Benxin for the first time, and they didn't say it, they raised their thumbs with both hands, high, really high.

And although the little cutie is young and grows up in a paradise like Shaolin, she can't help blushing after listening to Master's several key words, "not enough", "still not enough", especially the last "deal".

Yang Fenglou had already had a preliminary understanding of Master Benxin, and he didn't have much respect, and when he saw that Master Benxin agreed, he said angrily:

"I arranged for Guihe's class to rehearse a new play, based on Buddhist monks, and staged it in Shaolin, in order to repay the lovely 'fruit'.

In addition, I can teach the monks to sing Peking Opera, as a 'cause' for Shaolin to relieve me of the hidden danger of bitter meditation, but at the end of the line, you should prepare by yourself, don't expect Guiheban. ”

"Amitabha, it's easy to say, today is March 20th, why not, this Peking Opera, please ask your class to be staged on the eighth day of the first month of April? That day is the birthday of my Buddha, Shaolin also has to do large-scale rituals, if there is another Guihe class to perform Peking Opera, it is really a holy scene of Buddhism. ”

Yang Fenglou ignored him and turned to Chai Fei.

"You have fast legs, go back to Tongjian Villa, please come to the water ape, rooster, Liu Dayin and Liu Dayou's brothers, the civil and military scenes, the martial arts are popular, all come over, and the line is cut to the end, and they are all brought together......

As for Liu Puhe and Nie Yijin, there is no need to come over, in addition, Tian Xiao'e and the female pheasant are not used anymore, there is no danjiao play, please rest for a few more days......"

Chai Fei took the order and left.

Yang Fenglou turned to the abbot of Benxin again.

"Master Benxin, since this matter has been agreed, I will do my best to wait for the show, I don't know when the master will take action for me and relieve the hidden danger of bitter meditation?"

Master Honshin smiled slightly.

"There is a cause, there will be results, and it is not difficult to relieve the hidden danger of Kuzen internal force, but it is not difficult, Yang Shizhu does not have to worry, please stay in my Shaolin for the time being, and rehearse the new drama wholeheartedly. ”

Yang Fenglou listened, and couldn't help but curse in his heart, sure enough, people are old and treacherous, horses are old and slippery, this is not a rabbit and no eagle, so he has to wait for the performance of Peking Opera to finish before he starts to remove the hidden danger of Kuzen internal strength.

His silence was exchanged for another smile from the abbot of this letter.

"Master Yang, you and the bad guy are old acquaintances, the bad guy has been by your side for many days, have you ever found that the bad guy is different from ordinary people?"

Yang Fenglou really wanted to tell him that your apprentice was greedy, but considering that the little cutie was by his side, he still said honestly:

"Cute little master, with magical powers, mysterious and abnormal, can feel the good and evil in the hearts of the people around him. ”

Ben Xin smiled.

"This is one of the six supernatural powers of my Buddhism, but Yang Shizhu knows whether he wants to accept him as a disciple?"

Yang Fenglou was stunned when he heard this.

Born with supernatural powers, this is in Buddhism, comparable to the reincarnation of King Kong, such an apprentice, who doesn't want to accept it?

Wait a minute!

Yang Fenglou suddenly had a bad premonition.

Just listen to the abbot of this letter continues:

"The six supernatural powers of Buddhism are the heavenly eye pass, the heavenly ear pass, the heart pass, the fate pass, the divine foot pass, and the leakage is the foundation of the Buddhism inheritance for thousands of years, but the cultivation is difficult, and the people who cannot enter the door all their lives abound.

After years of exploration, my Buddhism has found that the cultivation of the six supernatural powers the day after tomorrow must be congenital in order to achieve success, so far, my Buddhism began to look for children born with the six supernatural powers in the world.

My Buddha is compassionate, and although there are not many such children, they still exist.

A bad person is a person who has his heart.

He went to Shaolin, and the reason why he worshipped me as a teacher was because I was the only one who could teach him among the previous generation of Shaolin people......"

Yang Fenglou listened, and the more he listened, the more unsightly his face became.

The little monk was cute, and he couldn't stand it anymore, so he spoke directly.

"Brother Yang...... No, Master Yang, my master is also in his heart, and he has been cultivating for many years, not only can he feel the good and evil in the hearts of others, but he can even read the inner thoughts of others...... So, it's best not to slander ......"

Yang Fenglou listened, got up and left.

It's so embarrassing, just now I was still slandering the abbot of Benxin, but I didn't expect people to have his heart, wouldn't it be what he wanted and thought, and he was seen in the eyes of Benxin? Fortunately, I didn't scold the "bald donkey" or anything like that in my heart just now, otherwise, I wouldn't have offended the Shaolin abbot to death.

But he didn't want to, Yang Fenglou was still secretly rejoicing, but there was a sudden "duh" sound behind him.

It is the roar of the lion of Buddhism!

Yang Fenglou felt that this short word was like a heavy hammer, smashing on his head, making him dizzy.

"Small punishment and big commandment! Since you dare to scold me to your face, eat me a Buddhist lion's roar!"

Yang Fenglou ran out of the abbot's room with a rolling belt, suddenly turned around at the door, and pointed to the abbot of Benxin.

"Old monk, don't think that you can understand his heart and mind.

Against you, simple.

As long as the heart and mouth are the same.

Look at my lip sync......

Bald donkey!"

The abbot of Benxin didn't expect that after Yang Fenglou received a Buddhist lion's roar, he would dare to insult him in person, and he couldn't help but be furious.

The prestige of the second-grade little grandmaster was fully displayed, and the momentum was stimulated, like a violent wind, stirring in the entire abbot's room, really like King Kong's angry eyes.

Looking at Yang Fenglou again, he has long since disappeared. (To be continued.) )