While the two were eating, there was a sudden thunder outside, and then it started to rain without warning.
The raindrops were as big as peas, the wind was rising on the ground, the rolled leaves were rustling, and various whistles were heard one after another in the hall where the air leaked from all directions. In addition, there were ghosts swaying outside and the cold wind whistling, which really made it feel a bit eerie.
Fortunately, the two of them were guarding the fire and eating the rice balls with gusto. Under the scorching light of the fire, they didn't feel anything.
Monk Mingxiu is worthy of being a Buddhist scholar, and his determination is far superior to ordinary people.
He didn't eat much, so he drank a few more water after two rice balls, then took off the prayer beads on his hand, and slowly moved them while staring at the fire in a daze.
It looks like he is chanting Buddha silently in his heart.
Gao Ning suddenly raised his head and looked out the window thoughtfully.
This rain is strange!
A little too abrupt.
Recalling the plot, after Shifang and Yan Chixia rescued Master Baiyun, they also wanted to burn the tree demon grandma with a fire. However, as soon as the fire started, heavy rain poured down, directly dousing the two of them. Feeling cool, the fire naturally went out.
The Seven Hundred and Forty Temple of the Southern Dynasties, with a few towers in the mist and rain, Buddhism retreated westward from Hangu Pass. Buddhism had spread all over the sky in its early years. Not to mention Baiyun, even the abbot of the Xiaoxiangguo Temple dared to say that he knew the monks in the sky well.
Monk Gao Ning looked shocked, but Gao Ning had not blurted out yet: "Isn't he Junior Master Baiyun?"
"Oh! It turns out that's how bad it is!"
Seeing this scene, Gao Ning couldn't help but express his admiration.
Monk Gao Ning replied: "My master Yixin was originally a monk from Qitai Mountain. More than ten years later, by chance, he came to Tangwang Temple and stayed there until now!"
Monk Gao Ning said: "Thank you for your concern, young master. Senior brother is arrogant and talented. He has not achieved great success in martial arts, and he has no blessing from Buddhism. It's just a bad ghost coming. If you dare to come, don't let me lose my soul!"
So he leaned towards Gao Ning and asked loudly: "Senior brother, that rice ball is so delicious, what was added to it?"
Shifang praised again and again, added two rice balls and stuffed them into the master's bag. He then grew some wooden sticks on the side and made a complicated rack. He sandwiched the rice balls at the back end and grilled them on the side of the flame, and gave them to the master. Before stuffing one into his watch, he couldn't wait to peel off the plastic wrap, hold it and start chewing.
I have heard the Dharma name, and it is nothing short of extraordinary.
Monk Gao Ning quickly stood up, clasped his hands, and saluted with raised eyebrows: "Master Gao Ning has met the junior master and that senior brother!"
Monk Gu Xiong was startled by the sound, and he and Gao Ning turned their heads to look at each other. Their eyes met, both of them were slightly unsurprised.
It was Shifang and Baiyun Junior Masters.
"The great monk understands. He has met the junior master and that senior brother!"
"Oh?" Junior Master Baiyun looked at Gao Ning without any surprise.
Little Master Baiyun said: "This happened a long time ago. I never thought that no one would remember it!"
And when he smiles, he doesn't have two big dimples on his face, plus his big, fat head and a coarse monk's robe, it's hard to give people a bad impression.
Gao Ning blinked, apparently forgetting that moment, knowing what explanation he should give, and turned to look at Gao Ning.
Little Master Baiyun suddenly coughed, and Shifang's hand froze in mid-air before he turned his face hastily, his eyes full of longing.
Shifang was startled: "What? Is there no ghost outside?"
I was obviously an unfilial person. After I came back, I deliberately filled up the bamboo tube. Before putting it down in its original position, I first placed the bamboo tube in front of the master. Then I cast my curious eyes under Gao Ning and the two of them. .
From this point of view, could this rain be a precursor to Grandma Dryad's attack?
Shifang Xiao was overjoyed and quickly took the rice ball and thanked him repeatedly.
Both of them were wearing coarse cloth monk robes, one was very old and had a straight waist, the other was young and ignorant, his eyes were lively, but he looked very scared.
Shifang thought that the rice balls were just randomly kneaded, but he thought that his tentacles also touched a thin film.
Little Master Baiyun, on the other hand, took off his backpack and placed it next to him.
It rained twice in one day, and Shifang had already been freezing and hissing. Now, unfortunately, he had no chance to warm himself by the fire. His expression suddenly relaxed, and he was so comfortable that he almost groaned.
The old monk is indeed an old monk. He is not rich in experience, but he can maintain the demeanor of a humble monk at all times.
But there was nothing I could do about it, so I hurriedly took out a bamboo tube from my backpack, ran to the door in eight steps, took two steps at a time, caught some rainwater, and drank a few sips, and then my esophagus was cleared. Come on.
Just as he was thinking about it, the door was pushed open with a creak, and two figures walked in one after the other.
When the protagonist looked closer, Gao Ning realized that I seemed to be a few years older than outside the plot. I didn't look like I was seventeen or seventeen years old. Although I wasn't even skinny, my eyes were dim and gave me an aura. A weird feeling.
Gao Ning had nothing to say, but he clasped his hands together hastily, and his body seemed to be coated with a special film, emitting a faint golden light.
"Amitabha!" Junior Master Baiyun smiled and nodded, leading Shifang to approach quickly: "It's necessary to be careful. There are no Junior Masters out there when you go out. You are just monks passing by. You are of the Ming Dynasty... I'm sorry to the poor monk." I am ignorant, where are the treasures of the seven masters?"
"Have Junior Master and Senior Brother used vegetarian rice? You don't have many rice balls..."
When talking about grandma's first appearance, there was also a sudden shower. The bandits who were attracted by the Golden Buddha were lost in the rain, and they even got into the trees. The charming grandma’s embroidery building is gone forever.
"Those who haven't added pickles yet have been taught a lesson!"
Shifang's eyes lit up, as if he had found a treasure.
"Amitabha!"
However, the more he looked at it, the weirder Gao Ning's expression became.
Shifang's eyes lit up, and he decided to take it without thinking.
Little Master Baiyun raised his eyebrows without any intention, but said nothing.
Monk Baiyun thought for a moment and found that once he got something, he became entangled again.
Little Master Baiyun's eyes brightened slightly, with a look of joy in his eyes: "But the poor monk was mistaken. The master really failed in cultivation. His seven brothers were all outstanding in both literature and martial arts. This made the poor monk... I’m not surprised anymore, do you know the name of their master?”
Although monks are required to abstain from seven kinds of meat, soy sauce, sesame and other foods are obviously included in this list.
Shifang blinked, turned to look at the master, and said loudly: "Master, is he so unknown?"
Little Master Baiyun was at a loss for words. Should he decide whether he was his true disciple or not, and decide for a moment, or wave his sleeves and decide to turn a blind eye.
From the perspective of juniors like Master Baiyun, the monks in heaven are one family, and as long as they sincerely worship the Buddha, they are all my seniors.
In my opinion, such a great monk is not the future of Buddhism. How can I be disgusted by it?
How do you know what you added?
Seeing that Gu Xiong had not yet retreated into a semi-tranquil state, he moved his lips and slightly moved the rosary with his fingers, so he knew it was time to interrupt.
"One heart, one heart!"
Gao Ning was speechless: "That is the fascia on the outermost surface of the banana leaf. After ordinary treatment, it has become soft and tough. It can neither retain the convenience of wrapping things in the banana leaf, but it is also more refined. It is the future of a master uncle." , I made it accidentally when I had something to do!"
Little Master Baiyun said helplessly: "I'm going to give him a shock. He's so courageous. If he just sleeps outside the door tonight!"
What's more, I can vaguely feel the Zen spirit emanating from under Monk Gao Ning, which means that the other person is obviously a monk who is familiar with various scriptures and has even practiced for a short period of time. Dharma has not yet entered the transcendent realm.
"Huh? What is that?"
I suddenly became curious and looked closer.
"More than just knowing, it's like thunder! When many people mentioned Little Master Baiyun, they said that you have a compassionate heart, quick wits, and how to deal with evil spirits and ghosts when you walk around!" Gao Ning replied.
If I add some of those things, it would mean white rice, green vegetables and tofu all day long, of course I would like it.
The bad thing is that I reacted quickly. I recalled the taste of the rice balls after eating them, and said with a smile: "Actually, it's nothing. I just added some soy sauce, seaweed and sesame seeds. People often don't like adding some pickles, saying it's more refreshing. !”
As for Gao Ning, at first glance it seems ordinary and strange, but it actually made me worry about it.
After just one bite, my eyes lit up, and I said clearly: "Master, this is bad food, eat slowly!"
"..."
"I'd better thank his senior brother!"
Bai Yun looked at Gao Ning in a hurry: "Does the master know about the poor monk?"
Little Master Baiyun originally looked like he was sitting in meditation, but despite his disciple's repeated urging, Younai opened his eyes, looked at the rice ball in his hand, then looked at Gao Ning and Gao Ning opposite him, and nodded to apologize.
The two of them obviously also thought that there was no one staying in the dilapidated ancient temple, and there were two monks just like us.
"Your master's name is Baiyun!" Shifang rushed to answer.
When I walked back, I felt refreshed again.
The male ghosts in Lanruo Temple are so inhumane, even a seventeen-year-old monk is spared? Gu Xiong replied calmly: "The seven senior monks and brothers are from Tangwang Temple in Kaifeng. Do you know what they are called?"
Gao Ning didn't know I would ask that kind of question, and he vomited in his heart.
Here, eight people from all over the world finished the rice balls. They were so slow that they choked and blushed.
"What if! It's raining so little inside, and you'll be soaked by the doorway where you sleep!" Shifang shook his head like a rattle.
"Master, we didn't get the fast food this morning..."
I looked at Gao Ning and the two of them and said, "They are both cowardly and came to Lanruo Temple to stay for the night. Do they know there are no evil spirits outside?"
Even if they are close disciples from all directions, they are in the category of a family.
I asked the rice balls to be put into my sleeves, and every now and then I would pinch a few and stuff them out of my mouth. There was no smell of fireworks the whole time.
Before the complicated exchange, the two parties took their seats next to the fire.
Bai Yun had a smile on his lips, and before he had time to speak, Shi Fang responded in surprise: "Dasheng Shifang passed by seven senior brothers. You thought that place was gloomy, and you were still scared while walking all the way. But you had thought that you would unexpectedly meet these two brothers. Senior brother, it’s so bad!”
When Gao Ning saw this, he quickly stopped imitating his example. His emotions instantly converged, and there was a wave of ancient wells inside.
Monk Gao Ning took out a few rice balls from his pocket and handed them to Shifang with both hands.
