The handsome young monk burst into tears, while Jiang Wang next to him was speechless for a long time.
Jingli had been alone and lost for a long time. He forced himself to smile in front of others and looked solemn in front of believers. Finally, he met his junior brother, but he couldn't restrain himself and felt sad for a moment.
And Jiang Wang was just thinking... He was still able to thrive even though he was panting so much while talking, which is really a blessing.
Jingli cried for a long time, crying very sadly, but found that his junior brother's face remained expressionless.
I couldn't help but pursed my lips and said, "Junior brother, why aren't you sad?"
Jiang Wang said faintly: "You cried and told me the news that was delayed for more than half a month. It makes me sad."
In order to save him, the old monk Ku Jue did not hesitate to leave the mountain gate. This incident really moved him, otherwise he would not have been the first to think of contacting Ku Jue after he escaped. But that was already August...
"Has it been so long?" Jingli sobbed, "But I'm still sad..."
Jiang Wang asked: "What is your saddest thing?"
Jingli pursed his lips again: "I don't have a master anymore!"
"Master Kujue has left the mountain gate, don't you recognize him?" Jiang Wang asked.
"Yes." Jingli blinked.
The tears washed his eyes so clear that there were still residual beads trembling slightly on his eyelashes.
He looks like a poor little monk.
Jiang Wang sighed: "Then don't you still have a master?"
Jingli frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly relaxed and said with a smile: "That's right!"
Jiang Wang was very tired, but when he saw him smiling, he felt happy for some reason.
"Do you have a way to contact your master?" He asked: "I have something to ask him."
"Yes! There is a secret contact method!" Jingli nodded vigorously.
Then he grabbed Jiang Wang's hand and said, "Junior brother, follow me."
At this time, he seemed to have the self-consciousness of a senior brother again, flying in front, cutting the wind to clear the way.
Jiang Wang wanted to ask if he could stop calling me junior brother, but he knew it would be useless, so he simply stayed silent and followed him.
The two quickly flew to a bare hill with only a ruined temple.
Flying down the mountain, Jingli said happily: "Junior brother, let's go home!"
Home?
This word is indeed very touching.
Looking at the ruined temple standing proudly in the wind on the mountain, Jiang Wang didn't know what to say.
"This is Sanbao Mountain!" Jingli said, pulling Jiang Wang toward the ruined temple: "Come with senior brother."
Jiang Wang looked around, but he really couldn't see where the "treasure" on the hill was. Returning the three treasures? There was obviously not a single treasure.
Thinking of this, Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment. Suddenly he thought that Ku Jue, Jing Li and him were exactly three people. Could it be that these three treasures...
He bared his teeth and felt a chill.
The mountain was really small, and after just a few glances, I was already pulled into the ruined temple by Jingli.
A small ruined temple, it is also divided into two halls, front and back.
Jingli took him around inside and outside, introducing him enthusiastically.
In the front hall is a wooden Buddha whose face has been blurred and has no incense at all.
There is only a wooden bed in the apse, and nothing else.
"Come, sit down!" Jingli patted the wooden bed and said enthusiastically.
"Uh, no need." Jiang Wang said: "Let's contact Master Kujue first. He is... very hard working outside."
Jingli had always felt sorry for his master. Hearing this, he immediately stood up. He first shushed Jiang Wang and said in a low voice: "Don't make any noise."
Jiang Wang expressed doubts with his eyes.
Jingli said in a very sneaky voice: "He...has left...Xuankong Temple now, we...contact...him, we have to be sneaky...a little..."
So sneaky!
Jiang Wang was speechless.
With a shiny bald head, you flew to me in a swaggering manner, and shouted loudly, "Junior Brother," how could you sneak up on me?
If I hadn't stopped you then, I'm afraid no one in Xuankong Temple would have known that I was here!
Jingli didn't care about the many things. After giving instructions to his junior brother, he lifted up the bed board.
Behind the bed board, there was a circle of precise formation patterns engraved impressively. Once revealed, the shadow shook like a dragon or an elephant.
The purification ceremony became serious, and the treasure appeared solemnly. I pinched the Dharma seal with my right hand, and the treasure glowed, and I printed it directly.
In the middle of the circle of formations, the precious light is like water, creating ripples in circles.
Is this the so-called "secret contact method"?
Just under the bed?
Jiang Wang found that he was no longer easily surprised when faced with Jingli.
In a sense, hiding behind the bed boards of this ruined temple on a bare mountain is indeed a secret.
Jiang Wang was still silently looking for reasons for Jingli, when a voice rang out: "What's going on?"
The sound of bitterness!
I saw that the precious light on the bed board had gathered into a round mirror, and the face of the yellow-faced old monk was reflected in it.
He seemed to be sitting on the top of a mountain with a tree next to him. He looked very proud and said carelessly: "I'm looking for your junior brother! He's very busy!"
After a pause, he asked: "After I left the mountain gate, those old bald donkeys didn't give you any trouble, did they?"
Because of the angle of view, he didn't notice Jiang Wang next to him, he just looked at his beloved disciple Jingli.
Jiang Wang could see him, and could see the fatigue that could not be concealed in his brows.
"Old...no." Jingli said, "How many little bald donkeys are there?"
"This is unreasonable!" The yellow-faced old monk in the Baoguang round mirror glared: "How did you do it?"
Monk Jingli grinned and said, "You have already been put in a cloth bag and beaten with a sap!"
"Good! You have the root of wisdom!" Kujue praised loudly: "You are indeed my good disciple of Kujue!"
Monk Jingli smiled at first, then pursed his lips: "But don't you want me no more?"
"Silly boy, what nonsense are you talking about!?" The yellow-faced old monk stared at him and said, "Let me ask you, who among the Xuankong Temple is the most wise and powerful, and who is the most virtuous and respected?"
Monk Jingli hesitated and said: "...Master?"
"Be more confident and remove the questioning tone!" The yellow-faced old monk spat: "You just told a fact!"
Monk Jingli had completely forgotten about his junior brother and just said "Oh" obediently.
The old monk with a yellow face let out a long sigh and said with a sad look on his face: "Well, the master is so dazzling. If you don't leave, how will you compete for the position of abbot in the future? How can you compare with the master? You can't compare with him from head to toe! Do you understand?
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Jingli shook his head: "I don't quite understand."
"Silly boy, master is doing this all for you. In order to leave you the position of the next abbot, he has to withdraw from the mountain gate. Among the several apprentices, master loves you the most. You must remember master's kindness, understand
? When you become an abbot in the future, be more filial! Steal more relics and so on... and give a few to me!"
The old monk deceived the young monk too much.
Jiang Wang really couldn't listen anymore. The most important thing was that the two bald heads, the old man and the young man, were chatting so enthusiastically. When could they talk about themselves?
So he took the initiative to step forward and said, "Can I chat for a few words?"
The yellow-faced old monk in the Baoguang round mirror was stunned.
He looked at Jiang Wang here through the precious light round mirror.
He blinked and looked at Jiang Wang here again.
Suddenly he grinned, revealing yellow teeth still stained with vegetable leaves.
This chapter has been completed!