The sound of water rushing in the Zen courtyard did not show any impatience among the geniuses. They watched attentively and thought about how they would deal with it if they were themselves. Summit 23S.
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"Why!"
Not long after, Lan Xinhui opened her eyes with slightly trembling eyelashes, and a look of despair disappeared in her beautiful eyes.
"elder sister!"
Lan Xinsu, who had been paying attention, saw this scene and her beauty turned pale.
Jin Qingjun's face was livid, even a little ferocious!
The geniuses were slightly surprised, and then nodded slightly in realization.
This is the Linglong Goddess, she can afford to take it and put it down!
The first two levels looked like a draw, but in fact it was Wu Ming who gave in. In the third level, Lan Xinhui competed in the way she was best at.
But in the end, Wu Ming used movement to stop him!
In other words, combining the drinks and pecks, questions and answers, words and deeds in the first two levels, all reveal the meaning of 'carpe diem' and 'seize the day'!
Lan Xinhui also lost to this artistic conception!
"Miss Lan, the water in this pool is cool. It's just a good time to wash up. It will be refreshing and refreshing!"
What almost shocked everyone was that Wu Ming just took a shower like no one else was around, but actually invited him to do so.
What is even more incomprehensible is that Lan Xinhui lowered her eyes slightly, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and walked straight towards the pond.
Fortunately, what makes people relieved is that Lan Xinhui only took off her shoes and socks, sat on the rock next to the pond, and gently put her crystal clear jade feet into the water, making ripples!
"Hiss, what a pair of golden lotus and jade feet!"
Wu Ming took a breath and stared at the pair of white jade golden lotuses that seemed to be ingenious and natural.
Unfortunately, the beautiful scenery is fleeting. The moment the jade feet appear, they are enveloped by an invisible force and no one can see clearly!
He was the only one who caught a trace of it!
For a moment, there seemed to be a heartbreaking sound, and the goddess descended from the altar!
"Thanks to Wu Shizhu's advice, the poor nun has benefited a lot. I have nothing to repay. I can only take this pill to express my gratitude!"
But then, what shocked people again was that Lan Xinhui actually took out the Dragon Song Pill.
"Miss Lan, I'm sorry to accept your kindness! But it's not rude to come back and not reciprocate. Please accept this wine!"
Wu Ming's eyes lit up and he offered holy wine in return.
"Sister, you are crazy!"
Lan Xinsu was so angry that she screamed uncontrollably.
Even if Lan Xinhui can't use such a precious elixir herself, it's not an outsider's turn. It should be given to her!
"Xinsu, it's time for you to enter the sect and practice. Come back to Xinyue Temple with me!"
Lan Xinhuiyu touched the water in the pool lightly, and she was dressed neatly in the mist.
"I don't, I don't want to be a nun!"
Lan Xinsu's pretty face turned pale and she shook her head repeatedly.
"Senior Sister Lan, even if you don't want to help me, you shouldn't force your sister to become a monk!"
Jin Qing's face darkened.
"Xinsu, I don't want you to become a monk, but you are burdened by the worldly world and have too many distracting thoughts, which is detrimental to martial arts practice.
Follow me back to the nunnery for meditation. After one year, it will be up to you to decide where you want to practice!"
Lan Xinhuiyu waved her hand lightly, and a jade-colored light rolled around Lan Xinsu. Without even looking at Jinqing, who had a ferocious expression, she turned back to Wu Ming and said, "My little sister is young and ignorant. If there is anything that offends me, please turn to Wu Ming."
The donor, out of consideration for the poor nun’s pity, spared her once!”
"What happens after one time?"
Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and said.
"She...is my sister after all!"
Lan Xinhui was silent for a moment, then she floated away wrapped in Lan Xinsu.
Of course, no one heard this conversation.
"Why!"
There was no trace of the beauty. Wu Ming felt as if he was lost, and his fingers played with the water splashes unconsciously.
"It seems that this exquisite goddess's state of mind has improved to a new level!"
Luo Wuhua looked at the rugged water with a sparkle in his eyes.
"It's a pity that blood ties and family ties can only become chaotic if they are not sorted out!"
Miaozhen said calmly.
The two of them looked at each other, and both saw the thoughtful look in each other's eyes flashing away.
"Brother-in-law, this Junior Brother Wu is really not a simple person. He invites the goddess to take a foot bath. It looks like Meng Lang, but in fact he means to wash away the dust.
This favor is not small!"
Yang Zhao took a deep breath and looked with burning eyes at Wu Ming, who was still sitting in the pond, as if in a daze.
Yue Xianjun nodded with deep approval.
"A bad person is a bad person, show mercy at all times!"
Chu Chuyu rubbed the kitten with her hands and whispered angrily.
The geniuses all had mixed views. Even if they didn't want to admit it, they had to tell one fact.
Even if they were Wu Ming's age, they would never be so calm when facing the proud daughter of heaven, Lan Xinhui!
…
In a quiet Zen forest, two monks, a young man and an old man, were sitting opposite each other. The young man was holding a white piece, and a chess piece fell in the light wind and clouds.
Huikong, who had a slender face, moved his white eyebrows slightly, and looked at the young monk with some understanding in surprise. The black one fell next to the white one!
"Yes, I am good at chess!"
The young monk nodded slightly, but before he finished speaking, another white piece fell.
Huikong pondered for a moment and followed closely.
But every time Black makes a move, White catches up instantly, with almost no time to think. After only ten stones, Black's pause becomes longer and longer!
If anyone were here, they would be shocked to find that the chess jar in front of the two people was filled with mist and light, and there were images flashing inside. It turned out to be an inconspicuous Zen courtyard.
In the pavilions and pavilions of the Zen courtyard, there are dozens of extraordinary young men and women with different expressions. The only thing that is the same is that their eyes are focused on a nun with extraordinary temperament in the pavilion and a young man taking a bath in the pond!
It is the last stage of the Book Keeper game between Wu Ming and Lan Xinhui!
Obviously, Huikong and the unknown young monk were paying attention from beginning to end!
As time passed little by little, the game between the two came to an end, and the game of chess also came to an end.
The board is filled with black stones and only a few white stones appear, and the defeat seems to be certain.
But the wrinkles on Huikong's face became deeper and deeper, and there was even a slight sweat on his forehead. It seemed that a game of chess had consumed most of his energy, and his eyes were full of exhaustion!
Snap!
When a black stone falls on the board, the white stone falls instantly, and suddenly there is a flash of black and white light, and most of the black stones suddenly disappear, and all of them appear in the chess pot!
"My master is very skilled in chess, but his disciples are not as good as him!"
Huikong took back the right hand that was about to touch Heizi and made a namaste.
"Why!"
The young monk did not feel the joy of victory, nor was he at all relaxed. Instead, he sighed as if he was burdened with a heavy burden.
Huikong's lips moved, but not a word came out.
"Just say what you want to say!"
The young monk lowered his eyes slightly and never left the chessboard.
"Master, although this son has wisdom, his character is extremely perverse. He can be said to have his own way of doing things. He really shouldn't stay in my pure land of Shaolin for a long time!"
Huikong was silent for a while and said.
"hehe!"
The young monk chuckled lightly, his eyes were as clear as water and like the light of chaos, making it difficult for people to understand its charm.
"Master, please give me a clear explanation!"
Huikong was slightly startled and said respectfully.
"This son is caught in a struggle for the holy way and has become a trapped dragon. If you were him, what would you do?"
The young monk asked instead without answering.
"Since he is a trapped dragon, he naturally seeks a way to break the situation. However, this boy is young, has chains on his body, and a strong cage. Instead of struggling in vain,
You might as well recharge your batteries in the cage and wait and see what happens!”
Huikong frowned and thought for a while.
"But as a young dragon, how can he withstand being surrounded by tigers and wolves in a strong cage and recharge his energy?"
The young monk nodded and asked again.
Huikong was stunned. He followed the young monk's unmoving eyes and looked at the criss-crossed chess pieces on the chessboard. An idea flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "Draw the ground as a prison!"
"Amitabha!"
The young monk chanted the name of Buddha, and his expression was indescribably solemn. He seemed to have a vague sense of old age and twilight, but also the innocence of a naughty child!
"But...how old is he? How could he have such a meticulous strategy? And..."
Huikong Gujing Wubo's eyes were full of astonishment and disbelief.
"And... you should be in the middle of the game and don't know what's going on!"
The young monk raised his eyes slightly, looked at Huikong's somewhat absent-minded nod, then turned to look at Wu Ming who was bathing happily in the chess jar, and actually smiled, "Haha, I can't see through this either.
place!”
"To be honest, Master, my disciple once used the Buddha's mind to examine this child and found that his luck was intermittent and his face was weak and distorted. In fact, he looked like he had died young. If it weren't for his energy, energy and spirit, he would be human.
, all the disciples thought that a thousand-year-old demon had taken over his body."
Huikong hesitated for a long time and said.
When I think about Wu Ming's age and being caught in the whirlpool of the Holy Way, not only did he not compromise, but he used his young and weak shoulders to resist the calculations of the Zhao Song royal family and the Golden Scale Demon Emperor, it was incredible.
But now, it is actually necessary to 'draw the ground as a prison' and use the Shaolin Temple to 'avoid disaster'. In order to avoid the dangers everywhere and gain time for growth.
If this place wasn't the Shaolin Temple, one of the ancestral temples of Zen Buddhism, where all monsters and monsters would have nowhere to hide, it would really make people doubt Wu Ming's identity!
"This is certain! Otherwise, Hui Nan would not have passed on the Udumbara flower to him!"
The young monk smiled.
"What? Udumbara flower? Hui Nan... Junior Brother Hui Nan is not..."
Huikong was shocked and said.
"Before Jiazi, Hui Nan imprisoned himself in Songjing Heavenly Prison!"
The young monk said calmly.
"Why...why..."
Huikong murmured in confusion, tears appeared, and his mood showed flaws.
"Amitabha!"
The young monk announced the Buddha's name.
"Master, why did Junior Brother Huinan do this? No matter how unwilling or unwilling he is, he should not pass on the Buddha flowers to outsiders."
Huikong's skinny body was shaken, and he said with a bitter look on his face after he came to his senses.
"hehe!"
The young monk smiled and said nothing.
"Amitabha, my disciple is in trouble!"
Huikong was stunned for a moment, then he bowed his head and bowed.
"Over the years, you have been brooding over what happened in the past, and have not made any progress in the Buddha's teachings. When this matter is over, take your wisdom and go down the mountain for a walk!"
The young monk said.
"Disciple receives the decree!"
Huikong bowed respectfully and stepped back.
Unlike Hui'an, the young monk did not tell Huikong where to go.
rustle!
The breeze is gentle, the leaves are rustling, and the indescribable silence is far away!
"Mountains are beyond the mountains, and the sky is beyond the sky! Watch the tide, watch the tide, things are changing. It should be like dazzling clouds, but you have given me a huge problem!
Do you want to do your own thing? Hey, it’s so lawless!”
The young monk looked at the scene in the chess jar, and a rare wry smile appeared on Gujing Wubo's face.
I don’t know whether it’s because they expelled two disciples of the Hui generation with extraordinary qualifications in just a few days, or because Wu Ming is about to stay in the Shaolin Temple for a long time, and he feels embarrassed!