Daytime.

There was a person walking on the road, it was Murong Gongzi.

Sparsely populated, the world is lonely, and the son walks slowly, dressed in a green coat and white robe.

Nestled in the mountains.

The first stop, Nanshan Zen Buddhism.

And, and rest, eighty miles a day, eight hundred miles a night, the second day of the first day of departure and the third day of the first day of the first day will arrive-

At the beginning of the morning, Nanshan is the head.

Step up and step, step up the step, no trace of tiredness, no trace of tiredness, waterfall-like ink hair tied in a ponytail, the son is refreshing and refreshing up the mountain.

Just after the New Year's pass, there are no pilgrims, the mountain gate is closed, and there is occasionally the sound of chanting.

In the hall of the Mahavira Treasure, the monks are doing morning classes, chanting scriptures, suddenly stopping, people enter at the main gate, floating out of the dust.

Walked forward and saw Kongwen: "Master Kongwen, I'm here again." ”

Kongwen nodded, staring and smiling.

The chanting is up again.

Standing for a while, listening for a while, Childe asked, "By asking the master, where is the absence of Zen?"

"Back mountain. Master Kongwen nodded, and smiled again: "You go yourself, he is waiting for you." ”

Back Mountain.

Under the Bodhi tree, there is a monk.

In the middle of winter, the green branches and green leaves, the roots of the old trees are gray and black, and the monk's lips are red and his teeth are white: "Master Lingxiu, I am here again." ”

Lingxiu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Which way do I go to the gods, it turns out that the son has arrived, and he has missed the welcome, sins and sins, and there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south——"

This monk is sharp-toothed, and the son does not wait to say more to him: "I came for Wuzen, and Master Lingxiu borrowed it." ”

"You came for Fang Yin, why did Lingxiu borrow it?" Lingxiu blocked his body and said with a smile.

"Fake hands on others, kill yourself and demons. Childe sighed, "I'm here for me." Why are you standing in my way?"

"I'll ask you. How sure is that?" Lingxiu has already calculated.

"I'll find out if I tried. "What Wuzen gains is madness, and Murong Gongzi is an extremely clever psychiatrist.

"There is a labor almsgiving, Lingxiu has thanked him. Lingxiu gave a deep salute and let it go: "Good and good, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south." ”

Back Mountain.

Lingshi was meditating outside the cave, and the black tiger was lying quietly on the side.

The wind moves.

The black tiger suddenly opened his eyes, less than three feet, and his silver eyes were facing the black pupils: "Meow-"

The black tiger was startled. After that, he was furious, and without saying a word, he instantly bounced up and shot out, and swept over with a fierce palm!

The bird flies, the cat goes up the tree, the tanuki generally jumps to the tree in twos and threes, and the bird generally stands on the branch: "Chirp ~ Chirp ~"

He laughed to himself, and the black tiger became more and more annoyed, and he circled the tree three times, and jumped off the ground. The blood basin gulped and sharpened its teeth: "Click!"

Bite a dead branch and two dead leaves on the branch.

The man jumped. Another jump, trembling and dotting on the branch: "The true monarch of the Xuantan has arrived, and the evil beast still doesn't recognize the master!"

Zhao Gongming, riding the black tiger, who are you looking for?

The black tiger glared at the man, and suddenly thought of that person, who was also treacherous and hateful, and hated as much as he laughed, neither of them was a good thing!

Only Zen is the best.

When the black tiger thought of Wuzen, he suddenly became excited, turned back to the entrance of the cave, and lay down again.

He raised his head with his neck held high, and his eyes widened as a warning.

This is a tiger's den, no trespassing!

"Great monk, why don't you speak?" From beginning to end, the great monk did not move, and the old monk was in a state of calm.

"Great monk, is he dumb?" This is a spirit stone, and Murong Gongzi also knows it, just like Lingxiu.

"The division was rejected, returned to the south, entered the Tiger Hill Mountain, and gathered stones as apprentices. The son fluttered down and walked slowly: "Speaking of the Nirvana Sutra, to the elucidation point, it is said that there is Buddha nature, and said: As I said, is the heart of the Buddha? Walking in front of Lingshi, he was condescending: "Great monk, do you believe this?" Lingshi closed his eyes, still silent, Lingshi was not the Lingshi of the year, and the Lingshi of the year knew how unwise it was to fight with this person: "Lingshihu?

Then he pinched his left fist, knocked his middle finger, and struck three times according to his bald head: "Knock! knock!"

The voice was extremely crisp and bright, the black tiger was dumbfounded, and the spirit stone still sat without moving and silent, and it seemed that he had already sat down and died, and went to the western sky!

Only three blows, a knife protruded, and stabbed fiercely in his lower abdomen: "Pounce!"

Just a bit, poke it in pair!

The black tiger was taken aback, and then he was overjoyed, and finally couldn't help but blurt out a sentence: "Ahhh

This is retribution, ah woo means deserved, deserved!

In the blink of an eye.

The human heart is more cunning than a jackal, more vicious than a snake and scorpion, and two people join forces to deceive a tiger, is it interesting?

The black tiger buried his head, and his heart wanted to cry very much, and he was so angry that his lungs exploded!

The exit was pounced, and the black tiger looked away at the clothes he was wearing.

Now, the two of them sat cross-legged on the ground opposite each other, and changed their chatter: "Why don't you hide?"

"There is nowhere to hide. ”

"Why don't you retreat?"

"There's no need. ”

"Alone?"

"One person is enough. ”

"Where's your sword?"

"Shelved it. ”

It was the same back then, Murong Gongzi knocked three times on the spirit stone, and the spirit stone pierced Murong Gongzi's clothes with a knife. Naturally, it was a martial arts competition, and in the fierce fight, the three chiseled spirit stones that year were broken and bloody, and almost all of his head was blown up, and Murong Gongzi gave him a cut on the handle of his knife, and his ribs were directly broken three times. So this time there is a long lesson, everyone is harmonious, so as not to lose both, and the general point is up, and both double warm old dreams-

It's a pity that Murong Gongzi didn't bring a sword, and Lingshi was still a little disappointed: "Don't fight?"

"No fights. Murong Gongzi smiled and got up: "Great monk, you little monk, I don't know." ”

"Zen is in there, you see for yourself. When it came to Wu Zen, Lingshi also frowned: "I came back for a while, but I didn't see good, I was afraid, I was afraid-"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid-" Gongzi dusted off his clothes and cleared his throat: "Nan Wu Amitabha!"

Xiaobai?

He went in, and the black tiger was still ignorant, and suddenly realized that the person was the person: "Huh?"

Ji people have their own heavenly appearance, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, right and wrong are life and death, and one thought cannot be liberated: "no Zen - no Zen -"

It's no Zen.

Naked, lying like a tiger, sleeping on the head and face of feces and urine, hands and feet drowning in blood: "Whew-Whew-Whew-"

I slept soundly.

Not only did it not get better, but the condition of Wuzen was aggravated again, the disease was in the heart, and the medicine was ineffective.

"No Zen - no Zen - " Childe called softly, no Zen was unconscious, it was extremely sleepy, tired and tired: "Huh-huh-huh-"

The head and face are gone, only the hands and feet, the flesh and blood on the four walls are not seen, and the bones are white and white!

I only saw a short hair, and the roots were like iron!

"Whew, whew, whew!" just for a while, someone pinched his nose and hurriedly stepped back: "I can't stand it, I can't stand it, this is too stinky!"

said that Murong Gongzi has a habit of cleanliness.

"In this way, can't be cured?" In a blink of an eye, hope was shattered, and Lingshi was already desperate: "The stink is stinky, and there is no way to stink, as soon as it is released, it will bite people, and it will not be able to move when sleeping, hey!"

"Healed by healed, not moving. Childe took a deep breath and stretched his waist: "And let him sleep, meet in a dream, heh-"

Then he yawned, walked away, and went to sleep in a leeward and sunny place.

Meeting in a dream?

The four eyes looked at each other, and they both looked at each other: "Big tiger, do you believe this?"

The black tiger also shook his head: "Whew!" (to be continued......)