Good old and good?

Daoist Fang was greatly disappointed, and let out a long sigh, and was very interested! Liars, they are all liars! Where are there old friends? Obviously he is a big monk! Where is there a big girl? There is also a little monk. It's all this hateful old way, and if you don't understand what you say, it makes people confused and want to rejoice in vain! The two of them have arrived, and they all stopped together. Su Dao Chang smiled and stared: "You are here." The great monk smiled: "I'm here." Immediately, the two looked at each other with a smile and did not say a word. The little monk didn't speak, his head wilted and his head was pestle, like a wooden stake.

That's it?

After such a big formation, it ended in a so-so way, and two monks came, and they said something without saltiness, and it was over? I can't help but peek at the big monk with my eyes, and I can't help but praise secretly in my heart-

Pretty!

Pretty pretty, nice monk. But seeing that he was born with a slender body, a fair complexion, and a graceful bearing, standing there in pure white monk's clothes, which was spotless and pleasing to the eye. Look closely at the monk's lips and white teeth, his nose is like a jade pillar that reaches through the sky, his eyebrows are black and long, and his eyes are beautiful and clear.

Pretty and beautiful, and bright for a while. A monk and a Taoist stand there facing each other, equally handsome and extraordinary, and generally a figure in a painting. The Taoist can be described as a handsome man, a fairy wind and a Taoist bone, the Taoist who is most like a Taoist; the monk is handsome, he is already handsome, and he is the least like a monk. The people in the painting, the people in the painting, the blue sky is white, the beautiful scenery of the mountains cannot take away the charm of the two people; the people are still and the wind moves, and the clothes are light, which adds to the poetic charm of the characters in the painting; but the thin texture at the corners of the eyes is generally stretched, silently telling the ruthless passage of time, but it also gives this picture a trace of vicissitudes and charm.

"Flower Monk!"

Daoist Fang was ashamed of himself, ashamed of his appearance, and in his heart he was angry, and in the blink of an eye, he gave a monk a nickname! He muttered quietly, but the monk also heard it. The monk heard it, but he pretended not to hear it, and smiled and pulled the chief of the dormitory to speak. The two of them said a few words mysteriously, and the monk took the lead and walked straight to the grass hut next to the firewood house, followed by the chief of the Su Dao, and after a while, the two entered the grass hut, closed the door and didn't know what to do.

Two big ones went, and two smaller ones remained. A little Taoist, a little monk.

Standing for a moment with an embarrassed face, Daoist Fang saw that the little monk was standing there stupidly and didn't say a word, and couldn't help but be angry in his heart: "Two monks, generally rude! Don't greet one, obviously don't take Boss Fang in his eyes! Do you know who I am? He is the boss here, I am the second boss here!" The little monk saw his eyes glaring straight at him, scratching his head, hehe, he avoided his eyes in a panic, and looked a little shy.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Amitabha, the little monk has no Zen. The little monk suddenly clasped his hands together, as if he closed his eyes, and made a solemn appearance. Daoist Fang was stunned, and said: "Yes, yes, no, uh, do you know who I am?" Of course, the two people don't know each other at all, this is nonsense, but the boss has his own plans in his heart, and when he asks back, he also reports his name in a serious and majestic manner: "Supreme Heavenly Venerable - Fang Yin of this way." ”

"The little monk doesn't know. Muzen opened his eyes and replied honestly. Daoist Fang was stunned again, frowning and said, "I don't know, I can ask, it's your turn, you ask me!" Wuchan shook his head again and again, closed his mouth tightly, and looked nervous as if he was worried. Daoist Fang didn't know why for a while, and asked again and again: "Hey, why don't you say it? Speak, speak!" After a while, the little monk finally spoke helplessly, and said with a solemn face: "Amitabha Buddha - my master said, you can't ask other people's names rashly, that's not good, you will go to hell with your tongue!"

Fang Dao morale knot.

After a while, Boss Fang exhaled and sighed: "In this way, I ask you to ask my name, is this always okay?" Wuzen thought for a while and nodded: "Yes." After waiting for a long time, he didn't speak, and Daoist Fang was impatient: "You ask quickly! I have more things to do here!" Wuchan was stunned and said: "You haven't asked me to ask yet, it's very reckless for me to ask you now, my master said, you can't be reckless......" It was very difficult to talk to this monk, Daoist Fang only felt that his head was big for a while, and he shouted again and again: "Okay, okay, you ask, ask now!" Wuchan smiled apologetically, closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, and asked: "Amitabha, excuse me, no! Dare to ask the donor, no!" Daoist, no, Daoist, uh, Brother Dao, no, that big number, or honorific name......"

The little monk stammered and asked for a long time, but before he could finish his words, he stared at him and opened his mouth and was stuck there, only to be so anxious that his face was red and sweating profusely, and he scratched his head! But asking a name, is there such a difficulty? Daoist Fang was also dumbfounded, and for a moment he only felt that his throat and eyes were blocked with broken cotton, and a suffocating breath almost broke out of his chest! He gasped a few times, and suddenly heard the other side sigh: "Hey! It still doesn't work, yes, what's your name?"

Yes, yes, what's my name? Daoist Fang was so dizzy that he almost forgot what his name was. He took a long breath and exhaled slowly, and he didn't bother to report any more names, so he only stared at the little monk opposite with wide eyes. It is also a re-examination of this stunned, laughable, fresh and unfamiliar visitor from outside the mountain.

The little monk has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a round head and a square forehead, a straight nose and a wide mouth, and big ears with beads, and he looks quite energetic. The shaved head shows the identity of the family majestically, and the shaved scalp can imagine the thick hair with long hair. He was dressed in a coarse linen gray coat, with large and small patches everywhere, and two amphora yellow straw sandals, revealing ten toes. is a simple little monk, nothing unusual, but his waist is straight, his back is straight, his skeleton is thick, and he is half a head taller than others when he stands there, which makes Daoist Fang feel a little unhappy.

"That gutless ......"

"Amitabha, the little monk has no Zen. ”

"I know, I know, listen, my name is Fang Yin. ”

"Amitabha, the little monk has no Zen, and I have seen Brother Fang Dao. ”

"What a brother, little monk, you have to call me, uh, boss!"

"Yes, Boss. ”

"So obedient? Haha, scream again?"

"Boss. ”

You asked, he replied, this little monk was honest and obedient, Boss Fang was very satisfied, and he accepted a little brother without paying attention, although this little brother was a little stupid. Wu Chan stood there scratching his bald head hehehe, stupid music, and he was quite happy to look at it. Seeing that the green scalp was shiny and lovely, just like half a small watermelon on his head, Daoist Fang couldn't help but be moved, walked forward with a smile, nodded and said, "Little monk, your head is good, can you touch me?" The little monk's face was red, he looked very shy, he looked at him evasively, and hesitated to think for a long time, and finally said: "Touch it." Daoist Fang was also a little embarrassed when he saw this, and looked at the bald head, thinking about it and feeling embarrassed: "Hehe, hehe." Wuchan lowered his eyebrows and said, "Boss, you touch it, my master often touches it." ”

It is rough and slippery to the touch, soft and hard, hard and not prickly, it is a peculiar feeling, difficult to describe in words. In short, it feels good! Daoist Fang was satisfied, and gently stroked it, and couldn't put it down for a while. The Wuzen monk squinted his eyes and smiled and touched him, and he looked very comfortable and enjoyable. It's a wonderful scene, with the palm of your hand just above your head, slowly touching and touching......

The sky is getting bluer, the wind is softer, and even the shrill cicadas are getting weaker and weaker......

The sky and the earth seem to be frozen, the hurried time stops, the Tao and karma of the two are finally staged, and the drama dream of life has fallen at this moment-

Fixed.

Fang Yin lowered his arm, looked at this little brother who was one size older than his own, and asked softly, "You, how old are you?"

Wu Chan smiled innocently: "Fourteen years." ”

Fourteen, years?

Fourteen, year.

Wuzen nodded and said, "My master said that I stayed in the temple for fourteen years, so Wuzen lived for fourteen years. Daoist Fang was stunned for a moment, and said, "What about your father, what about your mother?" Wuchan laughed and said: "I don't have a mother, I only have a father, and my father is a monk." Daoist Fang was surprised when he heard this: "Little monk, what are you talking about! You don't have a mother, could it be that you are born to a great monk?" Wuchan nodded and said seriously: "Yes." ”

Yes?

Daoist Fang was dumbfounded, and the surprise in his heart could no longer be described in words. After a while, he sighed and said, "I said brother, I thought you were an honest man just now, and you are talking nonsense again." Wuzen was shocked when he heard this, waved his hand and shook his head, and said, "I don't, I don't! Wuzen never tells lies, my master has said that those who lie will be pulled out ......."

"Hmph, monk sheng monk, how can this be reasonable, you are obviously talking nonsense with your eyes open!" Boss Fang snorted, looking a little angry. Wuchan was stunned, but he didn't know where to offend this boss, his face was red for a while, and he sobbed in his mouth: "Monk Sheng, monk, what's wrong......?

- Really stupid or fake stupid?

Daoist Fang looked left and right, and saw that his expression was anxious and did not seem to be fake, and he was a little uncertain in his heart for a while, so he frowned and asked, "Little monk, have you ever seen a woman?" Daoist Fang sighed, and said helplessly: "Forget it, let me tell you, every child is born to a woman! That's it, understand?" Wuchan's eyes widened, as if he had heard the strangest thing in the world, and immediately shook his head, and said with a serious face: "What you said is not right, it's not like this." ”

- Not so? What is it?

Wu Zen said: "Men are born of men, women are born of women, monks are born of monks, Taoist priests are born of Taoist priests, Amitabha Buddha, that's it." The little monk's words were amazing, and Daoist Fang was completely stupid, staying in place for a while, unable to say half a word. Wu Chan patted his bald head and suddenly smiled: "Yes, boss, which Taoist priest were you born to?" Daoist Fang was already in a state of mind, his eyes were empty, and he only felt that the concept that he had been holding on to for many years and believed in was suddenly crumbling and about to collapse! At this time, listening to his question, he couldn't help muttering when he lost his mind: "No, I'm not, I'm my mother's birth, I'm not ......."

Wu Chan glared and smacked his tongue again, scratching his head again and again: "Strange, strange! How could you be born to your mother? Ahh

Daoist Fang finally collapsed.

He suddenly took a few steps back, held his breath and looked cautious, and once again carefully looked at this strange little monk called Wuzen, and warned himself again and again, be careful, be careful, be careful! Look at his inconspicuous, stupid and honest appearance, but after a trick, he will make you deflated everywhere, and you can't say anything about your suffering, and you will lose your teeth and swallow it in your stomach! Such a person is either stupid to the extreme, or extremely smart, and this is how he pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger!

Is he playing with me?

The monk is still the same monk. The monk is the monk.

This time, the little monk did not avoid his gaze, just looked at him with a smile, his eyes were bright, his eyes were as clear and transparent as the water of an unknown spring, without a single impurity, it seemed, it seemed, it seemed that he could see the bottom of his heart from his eyes. The two looked at each other for a moment, Boss Fang looked away, shook his head with a wry smile: "These things, I think it's all what your master told you!" Wuchan said happily: "Yes, yes, you are so smart, you can guess right!" Boss Fang sighed and said, "Your master is naturally the great monk who came with you." Wuchan was taken aback, looked at him blankly for a long time, and said with admiration: "Can you guess this? You are so smart!"

Looking at the little monk's innocent, kind, and innocent appearance, Boss Fang suddenly felt a little hatred for the white-clothed monk! Hate him for deceiving ignorant children, hate him for bullying his own little brother, hate him for being so handsome! Daoist Fang snorted and scolded: "What a flower monk!" Unexpectedly, when the little monk heard this, he jumped up, his eyes widened and he shouted excitedly: "You, you, you even guessed the name of my master! You must be a fairy! The boss is a fairy, a fairy woman!" As he spoke, he shook his head and praised it, his face was red, and his eyes lit up and he looked at Daoist Fang, shocked.

Daoist Fang was speechless anymore, looking at the lively little monk in front of him, a faint sadness rose in his heart. This little monk, this little monk who thought he was a monk, must also be an orphan who lost his father and mother since he was a child, and was brought to the monk's temple to be a little monk. He didn't know what a pitiful man he was, even more pitiful than my Yin! Look, look, he's still laughing, just smirking like that.

Little monk, little monk, do you know what you are laughing at? What are you laughing at? Little monk, little monk, do you know how pitiful, how ignorant, and how ridiculous you are? Little monk, little monk, why are you smiling carefree with the same background, but I feel so sad? Little monk, little monk, I can no longer understand you, what kind of little monk are you?

- Amitabha, a little monk without Zen.

Muzen is laughing. With heartfelt laughter, laugh happily. I don't know why sorrow is, why is sorrow come from? I don't know why ignorance, why is ignorance? Master said, that's it, I am a little monk born of a great monk. Wuzen also has its own philosophy, Wuzen never lies, and what the Master says will never be wrong! The Master also said to Wuzen -- a monk is a monk, a monk is a monk, you and I are a monk, he is not a monk.

- I don't understand, do you understand?

Wu Zen is an honest monk, Wu Zen is a simple monk, Wu Zen is also a happy monk.