Suddenly hearing these words, not to mention Xiao Kexiao and others, even Abbot Yuanhui and the dozen or so masters behind him were moved.
Abbot Yuanhui boasts that his mind is as still as water, but at this moment, he is in great turmoil.
idea.
Everyone's surprised eyes fell on Xuan Bao's little face, but she remained calm and composed.
"You have been living in Buddhism for many years, and you are still stuck in your appearance." After Xuan Bao finished speaking, he shook his little head and sighed.
What does it mean? Outsiders can't understand it, but other monks find it baffling. The first thing a monk needs to understand is emptiness.
"Let's go, take me to see the old monk."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Bao walked toward the gate of Tianlong Temple on his short legs. Without Abbot Yuanhui's instructions, several young monks came out and led Xiao Kexiao and others into the temple.
As soon as the others raised their feet, Xuan Bao was already ten feet away. Master Yuan Hui was startled and raised his energy to catch up.
"Use the accelerator charm to show off, little stupid boy, you've become successful, and you've learned how to fool the little monk with your words." The veteran Taoist master complained.
Xuan Bao retorted: "I didn't fool him. Whether he can understand it or not is up to him. As for the spell, it is a spell from Tianxuan Sect. The accelerating charm is not something ordinary people can draw. I am not pretending to be cool just for you."
"Plausible, it makes some sense. But what does your own face have to do with me?"
"Lest people say that your old Taoist priest's disciples are not as good as the old monk. I don't know which generation of disciples he is."
"It seems to make sense. The young monk is quite capable. If you catch me, don't embarrass me."
"Donor, please stay."
Hearing this, Xuan Bao stopped and turned around slowly: "Little monk, please lead the way."
"Please follow this poor monk." Master Yuan Hui looked at Xuan Bao with a different look than before.
Xuan Bao smiled slightly, with the accelerating charm on her body, her feet did not touch the ground, she lifted her short legs and took a big step. The little baby walked much faster than an adult.
At a close distance, Master Yuanhui also discovered that the mysterious treasure was not simple, and he unknowingly put on a respectful look.
The two of them seemed to be walking slowly, but in fact they were walking very fast, but in a blink of an eye they arrived at the backyard of Tenryuji Temple.
After thinking about it all the way, Master Yuanhui couldn't figure it out, so he asked without shame: "Senior, you just said that I am still stuck in form and my practice has stagnated. I really don't understand. Please give me some advice."
"Are we here?" Xuan Bao looked up and saw that they had reached the end of the corridor, and the two doors in front were open.
Master Yuanhui came back to his senses, bowed and made a gesture of invitation: "Master is inside, please come."
"Okay, thank you very much." When Xuan Bao stepped forward and came to the door, he suddenly stopped and turned to face Yuan Hui with a sly smile, "Little benefactor, benefactor, senior."
He was obviously stunned, but in the blink of an eye, an idea flashed in Master Yuanhui's mind and he was ecstatic: "I understand, I understand! You taught me that after living in Buddhism for nearly a hundred years, I still focus on color."
Xuan Bao said calmly: "Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. There is nothing in the first place, so where can we stir up dust?"
"Amitabha, you are worthy of being a close disciple of the old Taoist priest because he said, 'There is nothing in the first place, so there is no dust.'" A hearty laughter came from the room, "Yuanhui, why don't you thank me quickly and go back to meditate."
Master Yuan Hui looked at Xuan Bao with admiration and respect in his eyes. He bowed and stepped back.
It was quite fun to pretend, but in fact Xuan Bao didn't understand anything, that is, she had a good memory, and the book that the veteran Taoist Master Yigulu stuffed into her little head contained a lot of Buddhist teachings.
Just now this sentence flashed through Xuan Bao's mind, so she said it casually, thinking of fooling Monk Yuanhui so that he couldn't sleep, but she never thought of getting it right.
"Why don't you come in yet?"
There was a world-famous divine monk in the room. Xuan Bao suddenly felt a little timid and was hesitating when he heard his voice.
The reputation of an experienced Taoist master cannot be lost in his own hands. Xuan Bao took a deep breath and stepped towards the threshold with a grin.
When Xuan Bao entered the room, she expected to see an old monk with a frown on his face and a long white beard, but the result was far beyond her expectation.
The little baby quickly glanced around and saw that there was only one person in the room, that is, the middle-aged monk who was sitting cross-legged on the couch with no wrinkles on his face. He was fair and fair and could not tell his age.
At this moment, the monk's eyes were fixed on the chessboard on the table, holding the chess pieces in deep thought.
He really has no appearance. Who would believe that the rumored divine monk who lived hundreds of years would look like this?
"Bafang Zhenlong Bureau."
Hearing Xuan Bao's voice, the divine monk raised his head, and their eyes met in mid-air.
In front of him was indeed the old monk who was said to have lived for an unknown number of years. Xuan Bao instantly concluded that there was so much wisdom in his eyes that he seemed to be able to see through everything at a glance.
"Do you recognize this situation?" the monk asked calmly.
"I recognize it, I've seen it in books." Xuan Bao replied honestly.
The divine monk laughed and said, "You are such a little kid, so your master will show you his treasured collection of books. The old Taoist priest really loves you."
Xuan Bao lowered his little head and said gloomily: "The old Taoist master loves me very much. Not only did he give me all the books, he also gave me all his things."
"What happened to your master?" Surprise flashed across the monk's face.
"He has been gone for more than three years."
The monk's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he closed his eyes and counted something with his fingers.
Xuan Bao stared at the divine monk curiously. They all said he was an immortal, but she wanted to see what he could calculate.
"It's strange." The holy monk slowly opened his eyes, "Your master said he was going but then didn't go, and said he didn't go but then went."
"Old monk, did my old Taoist master go or not?" Xuan Bao asked.
"The old Taoist priest is a talented person. I really can't figure out anything about him." After the monk finished speaking, he looked at Xuan Bao with a smile, "But about you, I can see some clues. It just so happens that today
See you."
"Well, I came here especially to see you."
"It's good to have seen it before." After saying this, the monk's attention turned to the chessboard again, and it was obvious that he had given an order to expel the guests.
The old monk had a really weird temper. He hurried away without saying anything. He made this trip to avoid returning without success. Xuan Bao suddenly picked up a white chess piece and put it on the chessboard.
"Don't move..."
As soon as the monk finished speaking, his eyes suddenly opened up. The white chess piece that had been trapped in a dead game regained its life, not to mention that it was like a sharp knife coming out of its sheath. The situation on the chessboard changed instantly.
"Oh, little baby, you broke my 'Bafang Zhenlong Game'." The divine monk danced for joy, "It has been more than one hundred and twenty years since I set up this game. I never thought that I would see the game broken in my lifetime.
