“Donor Lin, Donor Duck.
The young monk, whose name is Wugou, was originally a monk from Wuxin Temple. He went to Jiuhua Mountain to pay homage to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva two years ago and is now preparing to return to the original temple. "
In the mud alley, a little Taoist priest, a little monk, and a little duck squatted on the ground in a circle, chatting together.
Lin Xiaolu curiously looked at the black lump on the forehead of the little monk Wu Gu, and asked doubtfully: "Did you get beaten by someone?"
The young monk smiled softly: "Almsgiver Lin misunderstood, it was the result of the young monk's kowtow."
He explained: "The young monk left his disciples and went to Jiuhua Mountain to visit Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. He took three steps to kneel, five steps to bow, and seven steps to kowtow. So he walked for more than two years. .”
"Your hobby is really strange. You actually like to kowtow." Shuai Shuaiya exclaimed.
Wu Guo clasped his hands together: "Duck Donor misunderstood. This is an expression of the monk's respect and belief in Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."
Lin Xiaolu continued to look at him curiously and asked with a wicked smile:
"Little bald donkey? I see you are about the same age as me. What is your cultivation level?"
"Almsgiver Hui Lin, this young monk is currently at the third level of Qi Condensation."
"Hey~ You are too weak." Lin Xiaolu looked disgusted: "You are simply weaker than Chen Nianyun, about the same level as Oriental Egg and Tangyuan. My sister is only ten years old this year, and she can already build a foundation. "
When he mentioned his sister, his words were full of pride.
Seeing that his cultivation was looked down upon, the young monk touched his bare head in embarrassment, coughed and said: "The young monk is a monk, and his practice is different from that of many monks. He spends most of his time studying Buddhism. On."
"Then what do you study in Buddhism?"
Lin Xiaolu continued to ask curiously. He is a Taoist priest, but apart from learning calligraphy, he has never read the Taoist scriptures. Although there is a special Taoist scripture hall in Emei, he has never visited it, but the boss seems to like reading. , reading a picture book all day long, which probably contained very learned Taoist scriptures.
Seeing that Lin Xiaolu was curious about what Buddhism is about, the young monk also told him everything, and he happily preached: "Buddha's teachings can be broken down into three points and one comes and goes, so learning Buddhism is to teach people Remove three dots.”
"What three points?"
In the mud alley, the young monk raised three fingers to Lin Xiaolu and Shuai Shuaiya:
"Greedy! Anger! Crazy!"
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At noon, Lin Xiaolu enthusiastically invited the young monk to stay at the inn where he lived, and said that he would take care of all the food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Of course, there is a reason for this. The reason is because Lin Xiaolu didn't know where to look for martial arts, so he told the young monk about his confusion, and the young monk told him that in his Wuxin Temple, there were two volumes left by his predecessors. The two volumes of scriptures that came down are enigmatic and have a certain connection with martial arts.
It is said that the young monk's master, an old Zen master named Wuxin, obtained it from a martial arts master when he was young. However, because he and his master were both immortal cultivators, although these two volumes of scripture were clever, they did not have much meaning. I have researched it and just used it for collection.
The names of these two volumes of scripture are called "Xin Yi Ba" and "Yi Jin Jing" respectively.
Therefore, Lin Xiaolu warmly received the young monk and said that he was a martial arts practitioner and wanted to visit Wuxin Temple. The young monk was also very happy and agreed immediately. After all, the Wuxin Temple where he was was actually very small. There were only two of him and his master, and there weren't many people of the same age to play with on weekdays. Now he found a playmate, which felt pretty good.
"Little monk, you can hang out with me from now on. Don't worship Buddha, worship me."
"Yes, yes, I worship my eldest brother every day. I'm not happy when he doesn't let me worship him. I can't even eat." Handsome Duck said next to him.
Wugou shyly clasped his hands together, recited the Buddha's words, and said softly: "The young monk is studying Buddhism with the master and does not worship the Buddha."
"Don't worship Buddha? Then who do you worship?" Lin Xiaolu was surprised.
"We worship the Buddha Dharma." Wugou explained with a smile: "Master taught the young monk that Buddhism does not refer to a certain person or a certain incarnation, but a concept of great compassion, so what the young monk and the master worship is exactly It’s such great mercy.”
"Wow~ I didn't expect that you and your master are quite special. They are completely different from the bald donkeys I have seen before." Lin Xiaolu clicked his tongue in wonder.
The two of them entered the inn chatting and laughing. After entering, they saw Aning sitting in the lobby drinking porridge.
Her face was pale, her whole body was haggard, and she looked like she would collapse if the wind blew.
When Xiaolu saw her, he happily greeted her:
"Aning, let me introduce to you my new friend. This young monk is called Wu Gu. He comes from a temple called Wu Xin Temple."
"Little monk, this is my half-friend. Her name is Aning. I don't know her specific name. She didn't tell me."
Hearing Xiaolu call him, Aning's face turned even paler from a friend to a "half-friend".
"Hello, female donor." Wugou politely performed the Buddhist greeting method to Aning.
Aning also nodded in response and said in a weak voice: "Hello, young master."
Then, she looked at Lin Xiaolu who was laughing and joking again, and hesitantly spoke:
"You... come here with me."
"ah?"
Lin Xiaolu realized later. He saw that Aning had already stood up with difficulty, picked up the black cloth bag and walked to the backyard of the inn, so he had no choice but to put down the watermelon and followed him with some confusion.
"Little monk, let's continue chatting for a while. I'll treat you to chicken legs tonight."
In the lobby of the inn, the innocent little monk in pure white monk robes and the handsome duck stood side by side. They were both a little confused as they watched the two of them leaving one after the other.
Afterwards, the handsome duck moved his wings a few times, stuck out his plump duck buttocks, and sighed with his eyes showing the vicissitudes of life: "You can't see through a woman's heart, just because the flesh on her chest is too thick."
The young monk Wugou also clasped his palms together beside it, lowered his head and said: "Amitabha."
Lin Xiaolu followed An Ning to the deserted backyard and asked, "An Ning, why are you calling me?"
In the courtyard, the girl's back was turned to him. She paused for a while and then spoke with a slightly trembling voice:
"My surname is Jiang, and my full name is Jiang Ning."
"Jiang... Ning?"
Lin Xiaolu nodded doubtfully: "You called me here because you told me your name?"
The girl said nothing, as if she was struggling with something.
Lin Xiaolu curled his lips. He didn't like people who were always hesitant in speaking and doing things, so he curled his lips impatiently:
"If there's nothing else to do, I'll go back first. I bought some free watermelon. Let's eat together."
"Wait a moment!"
Jiang Ning shouted, turned around, holding a long black cloth bag in her hand, and looked at Lin Xiaolu very seriously.
She looked at the young man in front of her quietly for a while, then opened her mouth slightly:
"Xiaolu, have you heard of Datang?"
"I've heard of it. Aren't we in the Tang Dynasty now?"
The girl shook her head: "This is the Tang Kingdom, not the Tang Dynasty. The Tang Kingdom is just a subsidiary state of Immortal Sect Emei, and the Tang Dynasty is a powerful country that can be on an equal footing with the Immortal Cultivation Sect. Take Emei as an example, the Tang Dynasty is not Completely weaker than Emei, can you understand?"
Lin Xiaolu was a little surprised: "You mean, this Tang Dynasty, as a mortal country, can be compared with Emei?"
"Well..." Jiang Ning pondered for a moment, then frowned and nodded:
"If Emei didn't have Li Mingru in charge, it would indeed be comparable."
