Deep in the Fanyin Temple, there is a huge Bodhi tree. The tree is about as thick as several human bodies. Its green and slightly wide leaves spread out in all directions, like a huge umbrella that binds a simple Zen house.
It was shrouded firmly. Under the bodhi tree and outside the Zen gate room, there was a young monk, about three or four years old, kneeling devoutly under the bodhi tree, chanting tirelessly again and again: "Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha
, Namo Amitabha!”
A monk in yellow robes, with long eyebrows and hair hanging down to his cheeks, a long and thin head, but sharp and lively eyes. The weirdest thing is that he actually has a wine bottle hanging on his waist.
This person was Monk Kongyou who had fought with Xin Xiaoqi before. Monk Kongyou walked up to the young monk, smiled and asked kindly: "Fifteen, how many times have you recited it today?"
"Seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven times. Uncle Master, you just finished reciting it when you arrived," the young monk replied crisply.
Monk Kongyou laughed and said with approval: "Fifteen is really working hard, he will definitely be a big shot in the future!"
The young monk Fifteen pouted his little mouth slightly and said proudly: "After fifteen, he will definitely be a great hero. Master said that you must have perseverance in doing things. You must not be like Master Kongyou, who practices martial arts for three days and drinks for four days. Fifteen will grow up."
When I grow up, I want to be as powerful as senior brother Wuyou and become a great hero."
Hearing this, Monk Kongyou pretended to be disdainful and said: "Your master speaks ill of me behind my back. You are not a hero."
The young monk said that on the 15th, he heard what Monk Kongyou said about the Master, and wanted to refute it, but the Master seemed to have really said bad things to Monk Kongyou, and he hesitated for a while, not knowing how to reply to Monk Kongyou, and retorted in a murmured voice.
Said: "Master, they said they are going to have a meeting. Uncle Kongxiang and Senior Brother Wuyou have arrived. If you don't go in, you will be beaten."
The little monk's tender index finger pointed at the empty monk, as if threatening the tunnel.
Monk Kong You laughed, touched Shi Shi Shi's little bald head kindly, and strode towards the Zen room. When Xiao Shi Wu saw Monk Kong You walking away, he stuck out his tongue cutely, and ran away as fast as he could.
Monk Kongyou looked at the simple Zen room in front of him, and thought to himself, the dignified head of Sanskrit, lives in such a simple way, is he cultivating his moral character, or is he just pretending to be noble? Hey, if it is not possible to defeat him...
Thinking of this, Monk Kong You pushed open the Zen door. With a "creak" sound, the door of the Zen room opened. When he entered the room, the huge word "Zen" on the opposite wall came to his face. Monk Kong You thought to himself speechlessly.
Said: "Obviously he is a Mahayana Buddha, why is he still talking about Zen?"
At this time, on the only cloud bed in the room, there was a tall old monk with a long horse face, white eyebrows and white beard, a bitter and hateful expression on his face. The old monk was sitting on the cloud bed with his eyes closed.
Next to the old monk stood a man with a tall figure, wearing a blue monk's robe, holding one hundred and eight Buddhist beads, with a Chinese character face, big ears, thick lips, and a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes on the high bridge of his nose.
Monk Wuyou, standing a little distance behind Wuyou, was also a young monk. This monk turned out to be Wang Xiangwu, who had fought against Xin Xiaoqi.
Monk Wuyou and Wang Xiangwu were both standing not far from the cloud bed, looking at the old monk on the cloud bed without thoughts. Judging from the situation, senior brother Fanyin could stand aside and wait quietly, while he was sitting high on the cloud bed.
, it is estimated that there is only Master Kongxiu of the Sanskrit School.
In front of Master Kong Xiu's cloud bed, there is an ancient futon. Sitting on the futon is a middle-aged monk with a dignified appearance, fair skin and a slightly plump figure. This monk is naturally the master of Kongxiu in Sanskrit.
Several people heard the footsteps coming from the door of the Zen room. Except for Master Kongxiu, everyone turned to look. It turned out that Monk Kongyou had arrived. Wang Xiangwu hurriedly saluted Monk Kongyou. Monk Kongyou nodded, and then asked Wang Xiangwu.
Asked: "What is your current name?"
"Uncle Master, my Buddhist name is Xiangwu." Wang Xiangwu said respectfully with his Chinese character on his face.
"Xiang Wu?" Monk Wuyou asked with a slight doubt but also as a greeting.
"That's right, if something happens, senior brother, just give me your orders," Wang Xiangwu, who is now known as Xiangwu, said respectfully.
Monk Wuyou nodded and said softly, as if he was thinking, and then asked: "During the last sect trial, during the competition with Xin Xiaoqi from Shangxiao, were you also present?"
"I was there at that time." Young monk Xiang Wu replied truthfully.
Monk Wuyou was about to ask again, but he heard the old voice of Master Kongxiu, and asked Monk Kongyou: "Kongyou, you are always late for every meeting, wandering around all day long, and don't practice well.
If you used the energy you gained from drinking to practice, you would have moved to the mountains a long time ago."
"Moving to the mountains?" Monk Kongyou said with a wry smile.
Without waiting for Monk Kong to speak, Master Kong Xiu continued: "Let me ask you, did the woman in black gauze escape from your hands? You know that this woman is very likely to be a mosquito Taoist who escaped from the Great World of Paradise.
, but you let her slip away, and even went to Shangxiao. It’s not like you didn’t know that Shangxiao, hehe, the shrine, the Buddhist country..."
"What should we do?" Monk Kongyou said helplessly.
Master Kong Xiang, who had been silent for a long time, spoke loudly to Kong You, Wu You, and Xiang Wu: "I guess you have also heard that Senior Brother Kong Wen was attacked for no reason. His injuries were similar to those of Yuan Houzhao of the Ming Dynasty back then.
They are exactly the same. It is said that not only Senior Brother Kongwen, but also Lichen Zhenren of Shangxiao and Cao Taiwei of Mingting Court have the same kind of injuries. Everyone is thinking that someone wants to cause trouble, but wants to eat three sects at the same time. It seems that
The tone is a bit loud!"
"What, the old thief Li Chen was also injured? Then who else in the world can resist head-on?" Monk Kongyou said in shock.
Master Kongxiang looked at the horrified three people and explained: "The outer sect disciple of Shangxiao rebelled and led the demon to sneak attack. Master Li Chen was seriously injured after he fought with the power of nine mountains and seas of the demon's magic weapon.
"
"With the power of nine mountains and nine seas, this old cunning guy is really powerful." Monk Kongyou said in admiration.
Master Kongxiu on the side waited for Monk Kongyou to finish his praise, and then said softly: "So I have two tasks for the three of you this time. Firstly, if you encounter the woman in black gauze, you must bring her back to the temple. Secondly,
Second, you think you are going to Demon Mountain to look for the Night Flame Grass. The three of you, an old disciple of the Kongzi generation, a senior brother of the Wuzi generation, and a new disciple, are all the pillars of Fanyin, so you must cooperate with each other."
Monk Kong You, Wu You, and Xiang Wu respectfully said to Master Kong Xiu, "Yes."
When Master Kong Xiu was about to dismiss the meeting, suddenly Monk Kong came forward and said, "Brother, it's a long way to Monster Mountain. Can you give me more ore? I'm also nervous about the money for drinks."
"Go away!" Master Kong Xiu said calmly to Monk Kong You.
Monk Kongyou looked at Master Kongxiang who was snickering at the words. He was expressionless in emotion and anger. Xiangwu, who did not dare to show his expression, pointed at Master Kongxiu with extreme indignation and said: "As a Sanskrit Palm, you
Men, how can you, a dignified monk, curse others!"
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