Qi Dangdao looked at the young monk in front of him. He was probably about seventeen or eighteen years old. He, a man of nearly thirty years old, was actually stopped here by a child. If he told it, he would become a joke in the world.
, but if I treat this little
It seemed a bit unjustifiable for the child to take action. Qi Dangdao was a little hesitant at this time and didn't know what to do. After a moment of silence, he shouted loudly: "Why, your Qingshan Temple is now in such a state of decline that you let a young monk take the lead?"
"That's my apprentice. If he lets you go, you can leave." Duochen from the temple sat as steady as a rock and whispered back.
"Master Duan Chen, this is not a joke. If I really start a fight with this child, it will become a joke." Qi Dangdao turned around and smiled.
"I don't know martial arts. If you fight my brother, if you can beat my brother, I will let you go." The young monk shouted loudly.
"Your brother?" Qi Dangdao frowned slightly, then raised his head and laughed: "You are like this, what else can your brother do?"
"Stop talking nonsense, either go clean the wall, or compete with my brother in martial arts. You can choose between the two paths." Faced with Qi Dangdao, who had become famous when he first entered the world, the young monk Xuan didn't show any timidity at all. On the contrary, he spoke extraordinarily.
Be confident.
Qi Dangdao smiled helplessly when he heard this, turned to look at Duan Chen and asked, "Master Duan Chen, do you, the disciple of yours, really mean what you said?"
"My apprentice has the final say." Duan Chen nodded.
"If I really compete with you, the young monk in Qingshan Temple, and if I win, everyone in the world won't say that I, Qi Dangdao, bully the small ones with the big one?" Qi Dangdao asked with a smile.
"Don't worry, you can't win." The young monk Xuanzheng replied with certainty.
When Qi Dangdao heard this, he laughed loudly. After a moment, he put away his smile and whispered: "I will give up my hands to compete with your brother. If your brother wins, I will not only erase the writing on the wall, but I will also
You have been sweeping the floor in Qingshan Temple for half a month, what do you think?"
When the young monk heard this, he glanced sideways at Qi Dangdao, clasped his hands together and chanted Amitabha softly.
"What's your reaction? Do you agree or not?"
"Arrogance and arrogance are a taboo in martial arts, do you think clearly?" Xuan Zheng asked sincerely.
"Of course it's clear. You and I are both monks, so don't tell me about the rules. I, Qi Dang, have been practicing martial arts for several years, but I only don't know how to write the word modesty!"
When Duan Chen in the temple heard this, he raised his hands and said lightly: "Amitabha."
Seeing how stubborn Qi Dangdao was, the young monk Xuanzheng could not continue to pester him. He turned around and shouted: "Xuanxie, come out and fight!"
After Xuanzheng finished speaking, he saw a fat monk walking out of the temple. He was covered in fat. If you just look at his appearance, you wouldn't be able to tell that this little fat monk is a martial arts practitioner.
The fat monk Xuanxie reluctantly moved his fat body and walked slowly to the side of the little monk Xuanzheng.
This good one and the evil one happen to be fat and thin, which looks very funny.
Qi Dangdao looked at the little fat monk. Judging from his face, this fat monk was indeed blessed. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, especially his ears, which were surprisingly big. From a distance, he looked like a little Maitreya Buddha.
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"Brother, I'm sleeping, why are you calling me?" the chubby monk asked while wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth and looking at Xuan Zheng.
"Why are you sleeping again?" Xuan Zheng replied helplessly, then pointed at Qi Dang in front of him and said: "This man bullies me, help me beat him."
"I won't help." The fat monk shook his head decisively, his face swaying with fat.
"Why?"
"Last time, I helped you fight and I was beaten up. Master went back and beat me for a whole day. I won't help you this time." The little fat monk seemed to be a little scared and replied.
"This time is different from last time. This time the master agreed. This person not only bullied me, but also bullied other people in our temple." Xuan Zheng explained quickly.
"Then we should let the master take action, I can't control it." The little fat monk still shook his head.
"Are you sure you won't help me?" Xuan Zheng threatened in a low voice.
"I just woke up, and I'm not in the mood to fight." The chubby monk turned his head and glanced at Xuan Zheng. He quickly clasped his hands and imitated the way Duan Chen spoke on weekdays. He shook his head and said, "Master said that monks should be compassionate and put down their butcher knives.
Become a Buddha, brother, you always ask me to help you fight. When you become a Buddha, but I can't become a Buddha, what will you do?"
Xuan Zheng turned to look at his fat brother, with a look of helplessness on his face. He gritted his teeth and whispered: "You have broken the precepts a long time ago. You can't become a Buddha."
"When did I break the vow?" the chubby monk asked quickly.
"You saw the nun next door taking a bath before, and you violated the precept of sexual immorality. Last time you went down the mountain, you drank wine and ate meat with others, and violated the precept of killing. You will not be able to become a Buddha a long time ago."
"Then didn't you watch the nun take a bath? Then didn't you eat meat?" the chubby monk retorted.
"I saw it and I ate it, but I came back and confessed in front of the Buddha. The Buddha forgave me. Has the Buddha forgiven you?"
"Brother, how could you do this? Why didn't you call me to confess to the Buddha?" The little fat monk seemed to be in a low mood because he knew that he could not become a Buddha, and the expression on his face was also a bit depressed.
"I called you, but you insist on going to sleep." Xuan Zheng replied helplessly.
"That won't work. I'm going to find Buddha to confess now. This fight cannot be fought today."
After saying this, the little fat monk turned around and ran towards the temple. Xuanzheng saw the little monk was about to leave and quickly reached out to stop him.
"No, do you two want to fight? I can leave if you don't fight." At this moment, Qi Dangdao held the sword in his arms and watched the two young monks muttering endlessly. He shouted to Xuan Zheng impatiently.
road.
"Fight, why don't you fight? Just wait for me first."
Xuan Zheng hurriedly replied, then pulled Xuan Xie aside, looked at Xuan Xie and asked: "Are you sure you don't want to help me fight?"
"I am going to ask Buddha to forgive me now. Which is more important, your fighting or my becoming a Buddha?" the little fat monk asked.
“Is it more important to become a Buddha or to eat meat?”
"Become a Buddha...eat meat..."
The little fat monk was a little embarrassed.
"You haven't seen the Buddha for such a long time, and it's only been a while." Xuan Zheng continued.
"Eat meat...how much meat?" The little fat monk was a little tempted by Xuan Zheng's words.
"Three chicken legs." Xuan Zheng said through gritted teeth.
"Three is too few, I'd better go and become a Buddha." The chubby monk shook his head and replied, then walked forward quickly.
Xuan Zheng quickly changed his words: "Five, five is the most!"