The early morning sun shone into this small room, only to see that the little dragon in the wing room at this time was quietly kneeling on the bed and closing his eyes, and not far in front of him, I saw that the colorless little monk was also lying on the desk, holding the Buddhist scriptures in front of him and copying, perhaps for fear of disturbing the little dragon behind him, so the voice can be said to be very small, if you don't listen carefully, you can hardly hear it, he is so committed and serious, so he knows that even the little dragon behind him has slowly opened his eyes did not feel。

Almost after opening the first glance, Xiaolong had already seen the colorlessness in front of him, seeing that this little monk was so diligent, he had already started to copy books and practice before dawn, but inadvertently, Xiaolong couldn't help but nod slightly and showed a smile of relief.

I saw that at this time, Xiao Wuse maintained a very upright sitting posture and the desk level, although there was no support under the crotch, but a pair of toes seemed to be rooted in the bluestone ground, even after a few hours still stood still, a small face was full of serious color, with the pen in his hand constantly running, with the lips constantly squirming, the profound scriptures were moved.

I have to say that this Shaolin is known as the originator of martial arts in the world, in fact, it is not completely wasted, in the martial arts that circulate in the temple, almost every move and every style has an incomparably subtle meaning, even if ordinary people have been thinking about it for many years, if they can get one or two of them, they can also be used for life. And this method of copying Buddhist scriptures, although it seems simple. However, it is an extremely clever set of wonderful methods for both internal and external cultivation, and this colorless little monk has been immersed in it for many years, but he has unconsciously laid a deep foundation.

Immediately, in the heart of a slight sigh, Xiaolong gently walked off the bed to the colorless little monk's side, seeing that his beautiful hand of the fly-headed Xiaokai has jumped on the paper at this time, Rao is Xiaolong can be regarded as seeing too many so-called calligraphy masters, but he still can't help but secretly scream in his heart.

It can be seen that this little monk has indeed not undergone any famous teacher's assignment and systematic calligraphy guidance, but under the years of practice, he has also practiced a handwriting in his own school, and not only is the penmanship full at the edge of the pen. And it's even smoother. There is even a hint of pride contained in it, which is a rare good word.

Immediately, in a slight burst of joy in his heart, the little dragon did not disturb the colorless little monk, but just stood quietly beside him and watched carefully. Until the colorless little monk copied the Buddhist scriptures to a paragraph. Then he stretched his waist and slowly put away his momentum. Fang Cai was surprised to find that Xiaolong was already beside him, but he immediately stood up in surprise and said apologetically to Xiaolong.

"Mr. Lee. The little monk is so addicted that he has forgotten you, what a sin and a sin! The little monk is going to prepare hot water for you to rinse!"

"Not busy, not busy!"

I'm sorry for the colorless little monk who is so busy, but Xiaolong couldn't help but wave his hand slightly and then said disapprovingly, seeing that the colorless moved the position in front of the desk, he simply came to the desk, picked up the wolf brush that had not dried the ink, and then said softly.

"Little monk, sharpen ink for me!"

Seeing that Xiaolong had such an order, how could this colorless little monk dare to be the slightest slack?

At this time, the little dragon holding the brush had closed his eyes slightly, and stood quietly in place, as if thinking about something, as if he was reminiscing about something, until the colorless little monk had ground it, he opened his eyes, and after dipping his hand in ink, he wrote the rice paper laid in front of him.

"This, this is ......"

Seeing that the little dragon in front of him was faintly containing a trace of indescribable wonder under the handwriting, so that the colorless little monk who was watching from the side couldn't help but be attracted to it, and deeply felt that the other party was opening and closing at the edge of the pen for a while, but it was a faint ripple that made the colorless little monk's originally pure and incomparably pure spiritual platform faintly brought up a trace of ripples, which made the heart begin to be slightly excited, which made the colorless couldn't help but feel a little unsure of what to say in a burst of excitement。

"Little monk, look at it, as for how much you can realize, it depends on your own creation!"

Seeing that the colorless little monk on the side couldn't help but have a new surge and even began to have a faint hint of hand dancing, this little dragon couldn't help but smile slightly in his heart, and after muttering to himself, it was for the convenience of the other party to be able to watch, and he spread this momentum more and more.

In fact, in addition to copying scriptures every day, a large part of the rest of the time is still spent on contemplating his own martial arts, and because of the extreme relaxation and calm of his soul, it is very effective for his meditation, many of the subtleties that he didn't think of at all at this time, but at this time it is like gurgling water that continues to surge into his heart, almost a wonderful hand can have a great harvest, but it is a result that Xiaolong never thought of.

Originally, Xiaolong's martial arts can be said to be extremely mixed, although he has almost cultivated all these martial arts to an extremely advanced realm, but these martial arts have always been in their own systems without the slightest connection, and now in such an environment that is almost completely isolated from the outside world, Xiaolong has begun to gradually summarize and sort out the previous martial arts, and the originally irrelevant martial arts have gradually begun to form a vein, and there is a tendency to begin to blend.

At this time, in the process of writing, Xiaolong is undoubtedly gradually summarizing the various contexts that have been meditating in recent days, which can be described as thick and thin, and the harvest of the past few days is almost completely revealed at this moment.

And in this process, as a bystander, the colorless little monk is undoubtedly the most rewarding, although the heart is still ignorant and does not know what Xiaolong's actions are, but the heart is inadvertently completely attracted by the artistic conception sketched by Xiaolong at this time, only to feel that a never-before-thought of inexplicable wonderful truth at this time is constantly surging into the heart, partial life this colorless little monk has no experience in learning martial arts at all, let a burst of hands and dances as if there is something to vent out, but the partial life is as if there is a layer of window paper in the block, there is nowhere to vent, I am afraid that such an uncomfortable feeling is not something that ordinary people can imagine.

"Wake up!"

Seeing that the little face, the colorless little monk beside him had been suffocated red at this time, and even began to have a trace of purple, the little dragon was afraid that the other party would be suffocated by something, and immediately after snorting, his fingers had been pointed in the middle of the colorless forehead.

Originally, I was so suffocated that I didn't know how to be haode colorless, I only felt that with Xiaolong's guidance, the depression in my heart that had accumulated countless layers actually found a catharsis at this moment, and that layer of window paper was finally completely pierced at this moment, and in the heart of a burst of relaxation and comfort, this colorless couldn't help but open his mouth and let out a long howl like a spiritual crane.

"Yes!

Hearing this long whistling sound close at hand, Xiaolong actually felt that he was intoxicated by any natural sound, and almost at this moment he finally couldn't help but completely integrate all his spirit and strength into the pen, and after a dragon and phoenix dance, he casually threw out the brush in his hand, and then couldn't help but look up to the sky and laughed.

"Donor, am I doing something wrong?"

After a long time, this colorless little monk woke up from the previous wonderful truth, he has always been extremely self-controlled, he thought that Fang Cai himself had done such a ridiculous thing, but he couldn't help but panic slightly in his heart, and then looked at the little dragon who was still a little unsatisfied after a long laugh, but he became more and more scared, and immediately asked in a burst of emptiness.

"Haha! you didn't do anything wrong, on the contrary, you did it very well, very well!"

Seeing the colorless little monk in front of him like this, this little dragon sighed more and more, and then couldn't help but raise his hand and stroke the other party's little bald head vigorously, and then continued.

"Little monk, it seems that this green lantern ancient Buddha has nothing to do with you! If you just return to this great shijie directly, when you appreciate the red dust in the world, if you still want to be this great monk, then it is up to you!"

"Sin, sin, sin!"

Seeing that Xiaolong actually made such a proposal, the colorless little monk couldn't help but be shocked, but he hurriedly clasped his hands and said in a loud voice.

"The little monk has already decided to dedicate this life to the Buddha, and he will be accompanied by this green lantern ancient Buddha for the rest of his life, and I ask Mr. Li not to say this again, it is really a sin!"

"Hehe! If your Buddha heart is firm, then even if I grind those three inches of incorruptible tongue, how can you have the slightest temptation? I'm afraid that it will only be regarded as a breeze and will not leave any traces in your heart, but now that you are so flustered, doesn't it mean that your Buddha heart has begun to waver?"

Seeing the colorless little monk's behavior, this little dragon didn't intend to let the other party go at all, but immediately couldn't help but show a look that seemed to be smiling, and then laughed and squeezed the other party.

"Mr. Li, I don't know what's going on?"

Just when the two of them were still laughing, suddenly a quiet voice came in from outside the door, and then pushed the door and walked in a monk, who else could there be if it wasn't the empty master? (To be continued......