Fang Yin stood under the Bodhi tree, looked up, and felt that this tree was taller than this Nanshan.

Why? Fang Yin was thinking, why.

Maybe it's because Nanshan is so tall, but the mountain is at the foot, not necessarily.

Maybe it's because the tree shouldn't have been so tall and bigger than Fang Yin imagined.

The heart is great, and the heaven and earth accommodate.

Fang Yin lost his mind, Fang Yin lost his soul, Fang Yin couldn't help but touch the thousands of air roots in front of him.

Slightly numb, slightly itchy, almost unconscious in the palms of the hands, and a gentle sensation like eye waves.

When you touch your hand, you move your heart.

A heart-shaped turquoise leaf fluttered down, like a hat covering Fang Yin's eyes.

At that moment, Fang Yin thought of something.

A little inspiration haunts the mind, like a little firefly in the darkness rising in front of your eyes, but you can't help but capture it.

It's dodging, it's evading, what it is, what it's afraid of.

In an instant, the leaves fell, the light flourished, thousands of rays of light passed through thousands of roots, thousands of arrows of light pierced through thousands of heart leaves, and blinded Fang Yin's eyes! Yes, yes, this is a silent tree, like a mountain. But it is also moving, like clouds in the sky. Yes, yes, every heart moves, and it is the wind that blows the heart. Wow, wow, all the time, it turns out that it can also sing. Yes, yes, I couldn't help but close my eyes, and there was only one big tree in front of me, and Fang Yin was already worth the trip. Yes, yes, silently chanting about heaven and earth, feeling the opportunity of movement and stillness, thinking for a while, and then it seems to have gained-

That little bit of aura, exactly, exactly, what is it?

"Pounce!"

If it weren't for a fart, Daoist Fang would have gotten the Tao under the Bodhi tree at that time: "It's all a bunch of rice buckets! Get out of the way!" The incompetent immortal yelled, raised his fist and looked vicious: "You dare to move, the immortal friends of this immortal, hum! I don't know whether to live or die!" There was a loud hula sound, and the monks covered their noses and flew back: "Idiot is incompetent! Stinky fart is incompetent!" It is the Nanshan Zen Buddhism that has no words, dozens of tall, short, fat, thin, black, white, beautiful and ugly, there are shirtless people, there are all dressed in clothes, and the general spirit is full of energy, and the eyes are blazing, and the two of them are generally angry and incompetent: "Where did you come from the little wild road, can you move the sacred tree? Stay away!

The stench on the end of Daoist Fang's nose was mixed in his ears, and he had to be frightened and dreamed, and he watched the cooked duck fly away all of a sudden: "What are you screaming? Hmph! Where did a group of bald heads come from!" Of course, Daoist Fang was in a bad mood at this time, and it was inevitable that there would be some little rudeness when he spoke, not to mention that the monk scolded first, and he was also looking for scolding: "Xiaoye Dao! Get out of the way! Quickly take away your dirty hands, save me from dirtying my sacred tree!"

"Boom" sounded, Fang Yin's hand pulled hard, and a slender air root was cut in two: "I'm willing to touch it, I'll pull it! It's your business again!" All the monks were furious, jumped up in unison, and surrounded Fang Daoist with a hula: "Okay, you Xiaoye Dao! You should be killed!" "Hit him!" "Hit him!" "Fight him to death!" "Dare to come to Nanshan Zen Buddhism to spread wild, teach you how powerful!" "Senior brother! Second senior brother!" "Go on!

I didn't shout, but no one stepped forward, it was just dry thunder and no rain.

Daoist Fang only wanted to be happy for a while, but he also knew that he was never an opponent, and he was crippled if he fell into the hands of this monk who was like a wolf and a tiger. was frightened for a while, but he was also secretly surprised, and the six cow hair needles had been hidden in their sleeves, just waiting for-

"Waste, garbage, it's all bear bags!" Impept yelled, jumping and shouting: "Hit, hit, don't dare, haha! To put it bluntly, it's tantamount to fart!"

"Hit. One person said weakly.

The sound fell, and the four of them rushed out, so they didn't punch and kick, and there was a ghost crying wolf howl, and the monks crackled and fell countless times!

Spiritual anger, spiritual anger, spiritual anger, spiritual anger, spiritual anger, and the four great vajra of the Discipline Hall are out of the horse!

Daoist Fang was stunned!

The four of them are like wolves and tigers, and like fierce beasts, into the flock! Punch to the flesh, and show no mercy in the slightest! Kick horizontally and vertically, and roll and climb with them! It is exactly the right thing to be beaten to death, it is really too unspeakable! Teach you to speak out, teach you to be disrespectful, and beat and beat! Fight to death! In the blink of an eye, all the monks fell to the ground, some fell to the ground, some wept bitterly, and some gritted their teeth and suffered bitterly, including incompetence. As soon as the Four King Kongs came out, the incompetent immortal's fart didn't work. But it also includes incompetence, every monk who has no words does not dare to fight back, so he does not dare to escape, just because there is another -

The third eye.

There are rules, there are precepts, dare to offend, fight!

This is Nanshan Zen, this is Nanshan Zen.

This is the Zen house in the back mountain, a spacious flat land, eye-catching, only a Bodhi tree.

Under the tree, the old monk sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed. The body is slender, the white eyebrows are slender, the face is slender, and it looks like a slender coat rack, and a slender coat is put up. He was at the other end of the Bodhi tree, Daoist Fang had already seen him, this person looked sad, it seemed that he had great troubles all the time, and the clouds on his face did not disperse all year round, as if someone owed him two hundred taels of silver in his previous life and his previous life, and was ready not to pay it back for eight hundred lifetimes.

"Yes. Empty sorrow looked sad and spat out a word sadly.

The four great vajra withdrew their hands, each returned to his place, guarded by four corners, and still made angry eyes. The first monk and the third eye looked sad, and one by one they stopped talking, like a defeated rooster, completely without the majesty of the party. The incompetent tooth grinned and stood up, limped to Daoist Fang's side, and said vaguely: "Next time, that, bring more." It was the miraculous beef jerky that stopped the pain of the incompetent monk, but there was not much left: "That Fang, Fang, brother! Remember, I can beat you up!"

Yes, now Daoist Fang is the incompetent monk's brother, the dearest!

The day is the first day, and the noon is the same.

At that time, just after the morning class of chanting, when the monks were practicing martial arts in the back mountain, they were resting in the middle, and the Taoist priest came.

This was originally a black sheep, and as soon as it came, dozens of monks were beaten up! Of course, Daoist Fang was unintentional, and he was a little embarrassed at this time: "Shangqing Fang Yin, meet the master." This time I worship empty sorrow, but empty sorrow is not as easy to talk as empty news: "Shangqing Xiaoye Dao, get out of yours!" This is Nanshan Zen Buddhism, the so-called Qing rules and precepts have always been different from person to person. Fang Yin was angry for a while, but he also knew that he had offended the Divine Tree and other Zen people, so he swallowed his anger and said, "The kid is rude, master-"

As he spoke, his left knee was numb, his left leg was weak, and his body was suddenly crooked!

In a fright, he was about to support himself, and his right knee was numb, and his legs were numb and he didn't obey the call, so he fell to his knees!

Fang Yin didn't kneel! Hanging the long sword upside down to support the ground with the handle!

"Dang!" With a sound, the long sword flew out of his hand, and Fang Yin had already seen the two small pebbles under his feet-

Then he twisted his waist with a swing arm, plopped, and fell to the dust on his side: "You-"

Empty sorrow took out three stones in a row, popped out with his fingers, and divided two knees and a sword, Fang Yin couldn't be it!

But he just doesn't kneel, he would rather have his feet facing the sky than kneel! Daoist Fang was originally a donkey, and his temper was stinky and hard: "Old bald donkey!" He raised his head and angry eyes, even if he was lying on the ground, an evil fire rushed up to the top door, Boss Fang had already forgotten everything, and instantly knocked the three stones back to their original shape: "White-eyed old bald donkey! No hairless old bald donkey! No skin and no face, his son beats Lao Tzu!"

This stone can be said to be a lightning and flint stone! Teach you to scold and knock out a mouth full of teeth!

Seeing the stone come out this time, Fang Yin couldn't hit him, so he raised his hand to block it-

But this stone is too fast, it is the lightning flint! Fang Yin didn't have time to raise his hand, and he couldn't hide in panic: "Ah!"

Just a flash, the stone is in front of you. Just a flash, the stone is in front of you.

If it weren't for the spirit stone, this stone would definitely have hit the Daoist Fang to spit blood and look for teeth all over the ground!

Lingshi let go of his hand, Lingshi let go of his fist, and a small pebble fell in front of Fang Yin's eyes, under him: "Uncle Shi, it's over." "The clothes are dusty, there is nothing surprising about people, the nose is the nose and the eyes are the eyes, the face is like a person, ordinary and simple. Seeing that he was neither tall nor short, and then he was neither fat nor thin, he stood beside Fang Yin, like a big stone. This was the first time that Daoist Fang had seen the spirit stone, and Fang Yin didn't know that Wu Chan also had a master called the spirit stone.

Master Lingshi has always been here, but Fang Yin didn't see it.

"Spirit Stone!" "Empty sorrow roared, his eyes widened, roaring like thunder, his eyes like lightning: "Spirit Stone!"

But that's all, the spirit stone was unmoved.

There is no way for anyone to take a stone, not to mention that this is a stubborn stone: "Amitabha-" recited a Buddha name in an empty and sad manner. Of course, with Daoist Fang's character, this matter will never stop like this, even if Daoist Fang escaped, then the old monk of empty sorrow is not far from death!

Six out of the hair needle!

Unexpectedly, there was a darkness in front of him, and there was a fist again: "Fang Yin, don't." ”

Yes, Master Lingshi knew that Fang Yin, Wu Chan had already said it countless times, and everyone present had heard of it.

Immediately, there was a small commotion, and under the gaze of everyone, the spirit stone spun its wrist, loosened its fist, and palmed its palm to the sky.

Nothing.

The monks didn't know why, Daoist Fang was horrified, his eyebrows rose again, and his face was still sad: "Lingshi, go away, but a little flying needle, I can't help my uncle." Lingshi didn't leave, and he didn't make a sound, he leaned over and reached out for himself, and gently rubbed Fang Yin's knees a few times: "You are looking for Wuzen, but?" Fang Yin stood up, but he didn't look at him, he still stared at the empty sorrow fiercely from his eyes, gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "Old bald donkey, you wait!"

Empty sorrow and rage!

In fact, it is already merciful to his subordinates, but with a small punishment, otherwise, at this time, the legs of the little wild road have been broken, where can he still stand and speak like this! Old bald donkey! Old bald donkey! An old bald donkey, such a hateful little miscellaneous hair! Empty sorrow in Nanshan Zen Buddhism has always been highly respected and respected, how have you ever seen such a stubborn bastard boy! In a blink of an eye, he was already furious, and he didn't say anything, he jumped and took off and pounced, and slapped his head with a slap!

Spirit stone catches up.

Lingshi lowered his hands and greeted him with a heavenly spirit cover.

"Spirit Stone!" Empty Sorrow's left palm hung on the top door of the Spirit Stone, and he was already really angry: "Death!"

The spirit stone does not move. It's like a stone.

In the meantime, the two people in front of Daoist Fang saw him move dozens of times in an instant, so fast that they were like phantoms, and they were unrecognizable.

The spirit stone is like a shadow, and you can't get into it.

This Nanshan Zen Buddhism really hides the dragon and crouching tiger, and it can be said that there are many masters everywhere!

Fang Yin had already memorized his name: Spirit Stone.

Empty sorrow was helpless, and he walked away like thunder, and he was in a hurry and angry, thinking that he was looking for someone to sue.

"Boy Fang Yin, meet the master. Daoist Fang changed his face like an incompetent immortal: "Thank you Master Lingshi for coming to the rescue, the kid is rude, and please Lingshi Master Haihan." Lingshi glanced at him, shook his head and said, "Master Fang, Lingshi doesn't need you to thank you, and you don't have to hold a grudge against Uncle Kongbei." "Don't you know that this little donor has his own number, and changing his face is faster than turning a book, and when he reported a cold snort, he glanced at the direction of the empty sorrow, and spit hatefully: "Phew!"

Lingshi shook his head and smiled, and said, "Lingxiu, you come." ”

"Lingxiu, where?" Daoist Fang was taken aback: "Are you talking about, Monk Hua?"

Fang Yin didn't know that Lingshi knew that he was coming.

"Senior Brother Lingshi, in the past few days, a little Taoist priest in Shangqing is coming. ”

A few days ago, Lingxiu said to Lingshi: "That little Taoist donkey has a temper, I'm afraid that I will cause trouble, so you can bear more." ”

Yes, it was not surprising that Lingxiu knew that Fang Yin was coming.