Early the next morning, Wuming and Cheng Huaibao woke up from the meditation.

The two boys were so upset all night yesterday that they finally came up with the easiest but stupidest method - to go around the temple and ask with your mouth.

When he was about to find a little monk in Yuanshou Temple, he received enthusiastic support from Cangqiong beyond imagination. Of course, Cangqiong wanted to have something to divide the hearts of the two little ancestors. He had already made up his mind and planned to use the drag-on technique to deal with the two. Until the beginning of the conference, those who did not sign up naturally could not participate in the competition.

Cangkong and the two of them went to Master Lekong directly. After saying this, although Lekong was surprised by their sloppy appearance and their terrifying seniority, he agreed readily and gave them an ebony amulet, who could walk at Yuanshou Temple with this amulet.

Someone must have been surprised. The two of them just looked for Kong and asked for people. Why do you have to find them yourself? You must have forgotten that the five days of righteous elite meeting will begin, and the entire Yuanshou Temple is almost busy. Who has the spare time to help find people, let alone there is no clue except that the slut.

The two brothers had no hope of any help, and the amulet was an unexpected surprise. After getting the amulet, the two of them immediately started looking for someone without saying a word.

Before the matter was done, no one expected that Wuming and Cheng Huaibao to find someone was such a difficult and difficult task.

Yuanshou Temple covers an area of ​​more than ten acres, with thousands of monks. In addition, a large number of people from the righteous path have recently poured in, with a total of nearly two thousand people. How could Wuming and Cheng Huaibao know which monks are monks and which are born bald and bald? What's more, monks have to divide the monks in Yuanshou Temple, monks in Qingchan Temple, and monks in other temples whose names cannot be called, so they have to ask one by one.

In short, after three days of searching, Wuming was fine, just running errands, and the tasks of talking and asking people were all Cheng Huaibao. Cheng Huaibao was miserable. He asked everyone when he saw him, and said that Cheng Huaibao's words were ironic, and he couldn't help but shout that he couldn't bear it. Two big bubbles appeared in his mouth, which hurt so much that he couldn't even eat.

It was so hard but no gains. The monk with a slut on his left eyebrow found four, one of which was from Qingchan Temple, and the other three were either middle-aged or had no idea about it. In short, they were all incomparable.

That night, Fang Zi returned to the room, and Cheng Huaibao had already collapsed like a pool of mud, saying half-deadly: "Mu, I can't do it anymore. It's really a damn thing to find someone. It's not a human to do it."

Wuming was also a little depressed, and stood there for a while before he said firmly: "We have promised my father and we must do it. We will go and look for it tomorrow."

Cheng Huaibao exaggeratedly and pretended to be in pain and whined: "Let me die."

Wuming ignored him and sat cross-legged on the cushion silently, and began to meditate and practice alchemy.

Recently, some abnormal changes in the body made Wuming, who was slow, finally noticed a little strange. For some reason, for the past ten days, the thing in the dantian was always very impetuous, as if it was eager for something. It only calmed down when he refined the alchemy himself, and seemed to be more insatiable than before. Therefore, Wuming's daily alchemy time was getting longer and longer, otherwise he would be uncomfortable all over his body.

Wuming couldn't figure out how this could be. In the Xuanqing Temple's Sutra Hall, there were nearly twenty books about alchemy, but none of them were recorded in the same situation as his current situation.

Is this situation good or bad? Wuming has no way to know, and now he can only walk and doesn't care about that much.

At three ominous moments, Cheng Huaibao woke up slowly into meditation. When he entered meditation, he couldn't feel anything, but he felt hungry when he woke up. No wonder, because the two big bubbles on his mouth limited his appetite, he only ate a little supper.

Cheng Huaibao touched his belly. The three consecutive days of fatigue made it so difficult to get hungry at this time. His eyes rolled and he called Wuming softly: "Mu, wood, wake up. Wood, wake up."

Wuming only felt a long and profound voice calling him in the dark. The voice seemed to be far away from the sky, but was close to his ears. Wuming's divine intention slowly came out of the cauldron where water and fire converged in his body. His body shook and his eyes opened.

If he says that he can just collect it, if he is seen by other alchemy, he will definitely make a fuss. You should know that alchemy is the most dangerous internal mental method in the world. If the divine intention is slightly discharged, the water and fire are not in harmony, which is a disaster of burning the meridians and invading the fire and becoming possessed by the devil.

Actually, it is not surprising that the mutated purple vital body can absorb any extra essence and energy from Wuming's body, and you will not dislike it at all regardless of water, fire, yin and yang. Therefore, Wuming has no danger of getting into a demon, and it can be considered as losing the gains after losing.

When Cheng Huaibao saw Wuming awake, he leaned over and said, "Mu Tou, I can't stand being hungry. Let's go to the kitchen to get some food. What do you think?"

Wuming nodded. He thought Cheng Huaibao had eaten too little during supper.

The two boys sneaked out of the room. After three days of searching for someone, they had already figured out the door of Yuanshou Temple, so they naturally knew where the house was.

On the way, I met two teams of monks patrolling Yuanshou Temple who showed the amulets in their hands, so I stopped asking and letting them go.

There are eight cottages in Yuanshou Temple. Two people touched the cottage behind the Bodhisattva Hall. From a distance, they saw lights swaying in the cottage, and there was obviously someone inside.

Cheng Huaibao thought to himself: "It just so happens that there will be hot food to eat."

The two of them opened the door and entered. In the huge kitchen, a monk was busy with it. Seeing that he had piled up vegetables and radishes that were washed like a hill, it was the meal for today.

The monk heard the footsteps and said without looking back: "Is it Master Yuanjue? I haven't finished it yet, so you can rest for a while." Hearing the sound, the monk was not old.

Cheng Huaibao said: "We are not your master. The little monk, but there is still food to eat?"

The monk was still busy with his work, and did not look back, saying to himself: "There is freshly cooked porridge on the stove over there, please use it for yourself." He said that, and pointed at the pot lid next to him, which was filled with white air.

Cheng Huaibao didn't care about anything when he heard this. He almost jumped to the big pot, picked up the scoop on the lid of the pot, opened the lid and scooped half of the scoop of hot porridge, and did not bother it, so he poured it down.

After the hot porridge was eaten, Cheng Huaibao felt much more comfortable, and then turned around and said, "Do you want to drink some Mutou? This porridge tastes good."

Wuming shook his head, he was still worried about the strange situation that was close to his body.

Cheng Huaibao didn't say much, but scooped up another scoop of porridge and was about to pour it into his mouth, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at the little monk who turned to the front because of the dishes.

A scream came from Cheng Huaibao's mouth, holding a porridge scoop in one hand and pointing at the little monk with the other hand tremblingly. His face was full of surprise and expression of excitement, and his mouth trembled, "女...女..."

Wuming didn't understand anything. He immediately looked at the little monk who was as if he was startled and turned to look at the vegetable washing monk.

At first glance, there was no granulated green bean size on the lower eyebrow of the little monk.

Looking closer, the little monk has a medium figure, about six feet tall, with a round face and wide forehead, a straight nose, and thick eyebrows. He looks very honest and ordinary, and his eyes are kind and cowardly. He looks like a timid guy.

Cheng Huaibao stopped drinking the porridge and jumped to the little monk with one step. He didn't care about this and scared him. He grabbed his shoulder and said, "Is your surname Zhong?"

The little monk was indeed a little timid. He was obviously startled by Cheng Huaibao's abnormal behavior. After a while, he thought about what he meant. He flinched in confusion and said, "The little monk's layman's surname is Zhong, I wonder how the little donor knows?"

Cheng Huaibao didn't care whether it was late at night and was filled with a roar. He shouted unscrupulously and jumped up.

His roar was so loud that it was known to everyone in the temple, but most people thought it was the howling of wolves in the mountains, and they didn't care. There were often wolves in the mountains, and the sound of wolves were often heard.

Wuming also looked excited and jumped over.

The little monk was frightened by Cheng Huaibao's unscrupulous behavior. He didn't care about fear in panic. He covered Cheng Huaibao's mouth, for fear that he would let out another scary howl. At the same time, he said, "Don't shout, little don't shout, it's a sin to disturb others' rest and practice."

Wuming pulled the little monk's hand and said happily: "Brother, don't be afraid. We are entrusted by your grandfather, Dad Zhong, to come to Yuanguan Temple to look for you. I have been searching for you for a long time but haven't found it. So this kid is a little too excited, don't be afraid."

When the little monk heard that the two of them had been instructed by their grandfather to come to find him, he remembered his grandfather who often met in his dreams. He was so excited that he couldn't speak for a moment. He trembled all over and used a lot of strength to say: "You...you...my grandfather...is he okay?" As he said that, tears flowed down from his eyes.

Cheng Huaibao pulled away the hand that the young monk covered his mouth and said impatiently: "Dad Zhong is strong and tight. He has come to Yuanguan Temple to look for you five or six times. As a result, his grandmother has a wide Buddhist sect and many bald heads, and every time it will be in vain." Thinking of the hard work he had been doing these three days, Cheng Huaibao couldn't help but curse. If it hadn't been to chance to hit him tonight, he would have known when and when would he find this "Monkey Monk" brother.

When the little monk heard that his grandfather was fine, he felt a little relieved. Then he remembered his monk's identity, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and shouted "Amitabha".

Wuming and Cheng Huaibao looked at the little monk in confusion, wondering what the relationship between Mr. Zhong and the ghost Buddha was.

The little monk muttered in his mouth as if he was reciting some sutra. Wuming and Cheng Huaibao did not understand. No one knew what he was doing. Wuming, who was impatient, slapped the little monk's shoulder with a heavy palm and said, "What are you doing?"

The young monk opened his mouth and said again, "Mencius must be pure in six senses. Only then did we remember that the spiritual platform was impure because of grandfather, so he recited a Vajra Paramita Sutra to drive away distracting thoughts."

"Distracting thoughts?" Wuming and Cheng Huaibao said in surprise at the same time.

Cheng Huaibao, who has been an orphan since childhood, heard his words very harshly, and grabbed the little monk's neck and said, "Are you so confused about chanting scriptures? What distractions do you think of grandpa calling that mother?"

The young monk's eyes revealed a firm light of worship and a firm voice, and said in a low voice: "The Buddha said that everything in the world is illusory, and people are trapped in ignorance (one of the twelve links of dependent origination in Buddhism), and are disturbed by the six consciousnesses (eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind), so they are trapped in the cycle of life and death and cannot extricate themselves..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wuming couldn't help but interrupt, "Take it slow, can you explain it clearly? I didn't understand a single sentence."

Cheng Huaibao almost laughed. He was different from Wuming. He was born with a vulgar body and naturally scoffed at Buddha and Tao, such as those who advocated purity and desires.

The young monk may have always been listening to people's preaching. It is rare for someone to listen to his preaching. He immediately became energetic and forgot about washing vegetables. He began to teach Wuming the Dharma: "Since someone arises, there is karma. Karma, the Sanskrit word is called 大方. People have thoughts and thoughts, and have various minds to do various behaviors about external environments and afflictions. Behaviors can be divided into body, mouth, and mind: do it with the body, speak with the mouth or think in the mind. These are all actions, called creation, and also called karma."

Wuming listened very seriously and nodded. For him, this was another brand new knowledge, a completely different knowledge from what he had learned in the past.

Cheng Huaibao rolled his eyes while rolling his eyes. Seeing this situation, he was afraid that it would be over for a while, so he just drank porridge.

The young monk continued: "A process of creation will cause future retribution. Judging from the retribution, there is the so-called cause of karma; from the cause of karma to the retribution of karma, there is the so-called karma, which means that the result of karma is formed by the combination of karma and external factors, which is the so-called karma..."

The night passed so fast, at least the little monk felt this way, as if he had just said for a while, why was there a rooster crowing outside?

As the sound of the rooster crowing came to the ear drums, the young monk who had just spoken to Wuming about a monk was already full of panic, and shouted like an ant on a hot pan: "Ah! The rooster crowed, the breakfast was not ready. It was broken! What should I do?"

The little monk's extremely anxious voice alarmed Cheng Huaibao, who was dozing off the porridge pot, and the boy got up in a daze, wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "I finally finished speaking, my mother, you can hear the wood."

Wuming, who was quite impressed, glanced at Cheng Huaibao, who was sleepy, but ignored him and said to the young monk seriously: "The Buddha said that all things are impermanent and all dharmas have no self. How could you end up in such a panic because you didn't prepare breakfast?"

The young monk said with a bitter face: "My practice is not enough, and I cannot understand the highest level of Buddhism, so I will naturally be unable to escape the disturbance of the six consciousnesses..."

Before he could finish speaking, a loud voice sounded outside the kitchen: "Xiao Zhong, have the breakfast been ready?"

The little monk... No, Xiao Zhong's face was even more panicked. There was no trace of talking about it just now. He looked like a monk full of proverbs and classics, and hesitated and didn't know how to answer.

The door creaked open, and a fat monk came in from outside. What a big guy, he was ten feet tall, and his waist was thicker than the big water tank outside the kitchen, giving him leopard eyes and a fierce look.

Xiao Zhong seemed to be particularly afraid of the monk, lowered his head and stuttered, "Master Yuanjue, I... haven't finished it yet..."

The fat monk Yuanjue entered the kitchen and wondered why there were two sloppy Taoists inside. After hearing Xiao Zhong's words, he couldn't help but shout: "What? I haven't finished breakfast yet?" As he spoke, he opened his bloody mouth and walked towards Xiao Zhong with a fierce look on his face as if he was about to eat people.
Chapter completed!