"Although Yi practices Buddhism, he still doesn't know much about it. Little master, how about teaching you a popular Buddhist scripture?"

Yi Shuyuan turned around a courtyard wall and saw no one at the corner.

"Monks hate calling people donors, but you have donated to them, how can you be worthy of being a donor?"

When Xiang Shanchan came over, he saw the bird with its feathers pecked out. He didn't even care about us, master and disciple, and beat him until he was stunned, so he said to Shi Sheng.

"As the donor said, the poor monk is not a monk from Ding Feixiong Monastery. He has stayed for some time and is preparing to leave today."

"The donor should be a person who often worships Buddha, knows Buddhist principles and is familiar with scriptures. Can you point out a place for a poor monk to go to, and allow the poor monk to convert to your Buddha and become a monk?"

Yi Shuyuan saw something strange at a close distance. As he took a few steps closer, the Confucian scholar could actually make bird calls that were difficult to distinguish between true and false.

As soon as the movement came out, Xiang Shanchan and Shi Sheng both turned around and looked in front of them, and saw that there was no monk within a dozen steps.

Other birds either jumped up or went around the two birds to peck at the steamed bun residue, or simply chirped a little further away, almost seeming to watch the silence.

"The poor monk is rude!"

"Chirp...chirp..." "Chirp..."

Weng Peng kneaded the hardened half piece of steamed bun into pieces and spread it on the ground to feed the birds.

Monk Zhaoli felt happy and hurried over, and Xiangshan Zen also spoke again at this moment.

But the two birds were still hitting each other, so Xiangshanchan changed his call and lowered his volume.

The monk got up and tidied the bed, then picked up a monk's cloth bag and slung it over his shoulder, opened the door and walked out.
Chapter completed!