The fool Wuzen was just released, and the idiot and incompetence went in again.

Not everyone is as honest and contented as a monk who is not Zen, enthusiastically devoting himself to everything, and is also willing to face the boring things like facing the wall. The old monk and the little monk will go to the meditation house, the two big monks are holding a little monk just out of the house, the little monk is crying and screaming, his legs and feet are kicking around, crying hoarsely, his face is full of tears and snot, and he is struggling desperately, like a little fat pig who is about to be carried up to the board and under the knife.

That's not happy.

"Little junior brother, little junior brother!" Wu Chan shouted and flew over, and suddenly hugged Wu Zen: "No power to cry! No ability to cry!" "Wu Zen saw Wu Zen, and cried even more sadly, as if he had suffered a great grievance: "Dead! Dead! Incompetent is going to die Woo Wow!" "I'm not afraid of incompetence, with or without Zen, no one can bully you!" Wu Chan comforted softly, and suddenly patted his head: "Haha little junior brother, you went to the room to steal things and eat again!" Brother Wuzen, you must save me, otherwise you will die if you are incompetent!"

Wuchan let out a sigh of relief and laughed: "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, but I'm facing the wall, this isn't the first time, haha!" Seeing this, Wuchan mourned in his heart, and immediately closed his eyes and tilted his head, and died! Wu Zen has a way, Wu Zen said a word in his ear, and his incompetence was instantly resurrected, and he smiled: "Okay, don't lie to people!"

"Yes!" Wuzen nodded heavily, his expression determined!

"Let go, let go of me, I'll go by myself!" shouted Impotence.

Then he strode like a general going to the battlefield with his head held high and went to face the wall.

Seeing no surprise, the two great monks bowed down and saluted: "Uncle Shizu." ”

"Hmm. ”

The sky is overcast, and the mountain breeze is getting stronger.

The big monk is gone, the old monk is gone, and the little monk is coming.

"Hey, hey!" "Haha!" "Bang bang!"

- Luohan XVIII!

In front of the house, in the open space, under the big tree, a small monk is seriously practicing martial arts, and the dust is flying around is very lively: "No Zen! No Zen! No Zen!" No Zen is back, but everyone does not dare to shout, only bored to practice martial arts. There are four big monks standing in the four corners, all with fierce expressions and cross-faced, and they are none other than the four great vajras of the precept hall!

Don't be distracted!

What's more, there is an old monk in front. This old monk is called empty sorrow, it is the first seat of the Luohan Hall, and it is the master of Nanshan Zen Buddhism, and his martial arts are second only to the old monk of Dinghai. Kongbei has a slender body, long white eyebrows, and a slender face, which looks like a slender coat hanger, and a slender coat. This man looked sad, as if he had great troubles all the time, and the clouds on his face did not disperse all year round, and no one had ever seen him smile.

"Hey, hey!" "Haha!" "Bang bang!"

No one dared to say hello to Wuzen, everyone was practicing martial arts desperately!

He is the nightmare of all the little monks.

Suddenly!

Kong Bei's eyes opened, and a cold lightning suddenly rose from his white eyebrows: "Fight!"

The spirit anger monk flew over and punched Wu Di to the ground: "Demon!

The little monk grinned and got up and continued to punch, cursing in his heart but not daring to speak-

The Arhat rode an elephant, and he rode crookedly.

Sora nodded sadly, and slowly closed his eyes again.

Suddenly-

"Hit!"

Lingfu flew a fist and rolled to the ground silently!

The Arhat sat on the deer and silently sat the deer to death.

"Hit!"

The wrath flew over one leg and crawled up without a breath.

Arhat picks up his ears, where do you dig without interest?

"Hit!"

Lingyu kicked it and sat on the ground speechless.

Luohan pondered, speechless what you thought.

"Hit hit!" "Hey hey!" "Haha!" "Bang bang!" "Horn horn!" From time to time someone rolls to the ground and gets up again, and some people roll down and get up again, the scene is terrifying, and everyone is worried in their hearts and dare not slack off in the slightest, for fear that the next unlucky person will be their own family! Arhat Eighteen! The old monk of empty sorrow is not only like lightning, but even if he closes his eyes, he can also find the fallacy of the fist, even if there are many people, even if there is the slightest mistake. The old monk's ability to listen to the wind and distinguish the position is really breathtaking, but for the little monks, the master's unique skill is absolutely a nightmare! It is really a headache! I simply hate him to death! So the little monks privately gave him a divine nickname.

The third eye!

The third eye saw the next unlucky ghost: "Fight!"

The little monks are all in danger, and everyone is in the mood like this gloomy sky, helplessly looking at the sad third eye, and they want to die for a while!

Except for no Zen.

Wuzen stood there for a long time, and then went back to the room to get two large wooden barrels and an iron pole, and left lightly, going to the mountain stream to fetch water. These have nothing to do with Wuzen, Wuzen has something to do without Zen, Wuzen has work to do, as early as five or six years ago, Wuzen didn't have to practice boxing with everyone, because this is what the uncle of the empty sorrow said, because the so-called third eye has never seen Wuzen -

Life is like a glass of boiled water.

Drink it is light and tasteless, and it tastes bland when you drink it again, but if you taste it carefully, it's really, a little-

Sweet! Very sweet! No Zen coo dong dong cow drink a pass, wipe your mouth and laugh!

This is mountain spring water, a spring that is born in a mountain stream. The stream jumps and rushes with a loud sound, the head is not seen on the top, the tail is not seen on the bottom, there is like a transparent and bright ribbon in this mountain, winding far away to divide this majestic mountain into two halves. I don't know where I came from, I don't know where I'm going, I don't know where I'm going, I don't know where I'm going, I'm here to get water, I'm drinking it, I'm here to get water, I'm just here because of the road.

Near.

That's it, you don't have to go back to the source, it doesn't matter where it flows, the water is the same, and where you pick it is the same water. Wu Chan has never known and never thought about where this water comes from and where it will flow: "Haha!

Shake it, shake it, and the belly is full of rattling, just like the sound of the flowing water: "Haha! Haha! The water has flowed into the belly of Wuzen!" The little monk became more and more happy, and twisted his body around with force for a while, and the water flowed happily like the water flowed, and the water danced happily like the water splashes, and the sparkling water reflected a little monk laughing, and the happiness of Wuzen was as endless as this stream of water, which never dried up.

A vat is full, a vat is filled.

The two big buckets were very heavy, full of water and hung at both ends, and the waist of the iron flat was tired and bent! Not heavy, not heavy, not heavy at all, Wu Chan picked up very easily, Wu Chan stood motionless by the stream with the bucket, his eyes were motionless, and he looked at it with all his attention.

A cicada!

It was a black cicada, just falling from a tree, spreading its wings to fly.

Fly, fly, fly, but unable to fly, the black cicada folded its wings, and climbed up the tree along the roots, slowly and quietly climbing upward, as if Wu Zen heard that heavy and tired sigh. Yes, it was so old, so old that it could no longer fly, it was too old to sing, it was so old that it couldn't even grasp the branches, so it had to fall into the dust again and again, and suddenly! The cicada fell down again with a snap, and its gray face fell into the dust, and its thin legs slashed weakly twice.

Don't move.

It's dead!

Wuzen was dumbfounded.

Yes, it's dead, and no Zen knows. He was alive just now, but soon he was dead, so dead that he couldn't die anymore, and his big black and bright eyes dimmed. The transition between life and death is so fast, so fast that it is jaw-dropping, so fast that it is lightning fast! So fast that the monk Wuzen was stunned with his mouth open, and suddenly remembered Master's words.

Being a cicada is not easy. The cicada lives in the dark underground for a long time, and after molting again and again, it can break the chrysalis and sing from heaven and earth. It also makes people think that it is noisy, and hates it. It's really not easy to be a cicada, all the people who sing are male cicadas, if you don't work hard to sing louder, I'm afraid the object won't be able to get it. And most of the cicadas that come out of their shells don't have a few days to live, and if you don't hurry up and sing hard, you really won't be able to get a target!

Everyone knows that it is a very tragic thing to not be able to get a partner. So let it sing. It doesn't matter if it's nice or bad. Don't scold, just do good. We need to understand each other and support each other, but where is this going? Cao Zhi said that he is really indifferent and has few desires, and he is happy and moans for a long time, and his voice is agitated and pervasive, like the mind of a chaste man. This is a cicada, you see how well it is said, this is a tall and cute worm!

Alas, it died.

Master said that there is life and death, you are like this, I am like this, and he is like this.

It's the same with Wuzen! Wuzen will die one day, just like this cicada!

Wu Zen suddenly realized.

No Zen is not sad, and no Zen is not afraid, because Master also said-

Death is another kind of life, Wuzen will die and will not die, and Wuzen may be a cicada in the next life.

Wu Zen deeply thinks so.

Perhaps, this cicada is also Zen-free in the next life. So, what exactly is an afterlife? Master said that the next life is this life. Then, this cicada is non-Zen in this life. Wuzen is a cicada, so Wuzen fell to the ground and died! But Wuzen is obviously alive and well now! This is really a strange thing! The monk Wuzen laughed and walked away happily with a flat pole. If you can't figure it out, you don't want to, this is a non-Zen monk.

What about the buckets? The barrels were carried away by the flat poles.

Isn't the water in a bucket?

The one that has no Zen is just a flat shoulder, so it is very easy to pick up.