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But before Banxia finished speaking, Xie Yu was wondering if this was the reason why Banxia disliked the hard work of practicing.
As if he had discovered something, the great monk Qingshui yelled something bad and immediately stood up and walked out.
That speed is definitely fast enough, and after a few moves, only the shadow can be seen.
Xie Yu was stunned for a moment, then immediately stood up and pulled Banxia along with the footwork of the powerful Vajra Palm, plus the blessing of the dragonfly's magical power to touch water, he could barely keep up with the back of the great monk Qingshui.
Fortunately, the great monk Qingshui didn't go far and just stayed at the two painted walls where Banxia and Xie Yu were prohibited.
After taking a breath and putting Banxia down, Xie Yu strolled over to Master Qingshui and asked in a low voice: "Master..."
The great monk Qingshui ignored Xie Yu and just pointed at the painting with the forest of flowers printed on it.
Xie Yu looked up and was surprised. The wall had actually changed a little. Behind the words "Wanhualin", a road appeared inexplicably.
Hey, Xie Yu looked hard and seemed to see the figure of a man dressed as a scholar and the figure of a woman wearing a gauze.
These two people were very small. If Xie Yu's eyes weren't so good now, Xie Yu wouldn't be able to see clearly.
But, what is the situation?
Xie Yugang wanted to ask Monk Qingshui, but Monk Qingshui turned around immediately.
Xie Yu naturally chased after him, as did Banxia.
However, before they had gone far, the great monk Qingshui suddenly said to Xie Yu and Banxia: "Do you two want to save your young master?"
Banxia: "Of course I want to save my young master, but Master, do you mean that my young master is in danger?"
Xie Yu suddenly had a strange idea in his mind, and couldn't help but spit out: "Master, could it be that my Young Master Zhu is in that painting wall now?"
The great monk Qingshui looked at Xie Yu and said, "That's true, but I don't know. Layman Xie, are you willing to accompany the poor monk to save your young master?"
Xie Yu swallowed his saliva and immediately said something suitable for his status: "I am willing, as long as I can save my young master, I am willing..."
The great monk Qingshui did not let Xie Yu finish what he said, but directly ordered: "You guys wait patiently, the poor monk will go and prepare. We will set off in half an hour."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards his meditation room.
Only the two of them were left stunned.
At this time, Xie Yu was even more stunned. He finally felt that something was wrong. Painted walls, murals, Buddhist temples, and thousands of flowers. How could this be like the plot of painted walls in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio?
Thinking of this, Xie Yu suddenly asked Banxia: "Banxia, have you ever heard of a man named Meng Longtan?"
Banxia: "Meng Longtan? Oh, Mr. Meng is my young master's classmate and good friend. It turns out that they agreed to study hard at Lanruo Temple together!"
"It's just that Mr. Meng has something to do at home, and he hasn't been able to get away from it. But I think these days are about to come. He and my young master have agreed to go to Beijing to take the exam together and participate in next year's Spring Examination together."
Xie Yu's heart was desolate, and now it was confirmed that he was indeed the character in the painting on the wall in Liaozhai.
"Damn it, you are still too relaxed. You are not a qualified time traveler, and you haven't noticed this?"
Xie Yu thought to himself again: "Are you going to run away? I can't remember the plot of this wall painting very clearly, but it seems to involve a battle between two major practitioners. I am a little shrimp who has just entered the practice. Although there are many Arhat statues The blessing of magical powers, but in the end the practice time is too short."
"Damn it, damn it!"
Xie Yu, who was just thinking about whether he could slip away, saw that the great monk Qingshui had changed into a light professional monk's attire, carrying a treasure bag on his shoulder and holding three large incense sticks in his hand.
With a thump in his heart, Xie Yu knew that he couldn't escape today.
Sure enough, Master Qingshui stared at Xie Yu for a while, then sighed and said, "Xie, the situation is urgent. The poor monk will accept you as a registered disciple in advance today. What do you think?"
Seeing the spiritual consciousness of Master Qingshui, what else can Xie Yu say? Since he can't resist, he might as well take the initiative.
He could only kneel down and say: "I have met my master. As long as I can save my young master, I am willing to become a monk."
What he said was what he was thinking in his heart: "Although I had expected that the great monk Qingshui wanted to accept a disciple, I always thought that his target would be Pinellia ternata, and I was just a sidekick."
"It seems that we can't take any chances. It's a pity that we can't eat meat or drink alcohol... forget it, but we can't mate... have sex..."
The great monk Qingshui didn't even think about listening carefully to what Xie Yu said. He waved one hand on Xie Yu's head, and his gray hair disappeared.
Not to mention, it is quite cool to have a bald head in this summer, and the ugly and dry face seems to be a little more compassionate.
I also don’t understand Xie Yu’s self-deprecating mentality of being “forced” to become a monk.
Great Monk Qingshui: "Pure, quiet, true, like the sea, Zhan, silent, pure, chaste, and plain. From now on, Layman Xie will be the generation of Jing, and his Dharma name..."
Xie Yu's heart tightened!
"My name is Jingyu. From now on, Jingyu will be one of our Buddhists. You should recite Buddhist scriptures and accumulate Zen wisdom. There are some precepts that should be observed and you must abide by them. You must not be as dissolute as before."
Xie Yu knew what the great monk Qingshui ordered. Although he didn't think he had seen too clearly, but...hey, he took one step at a time to see.
Xie Yu: "Disciple Jingyu obeys the order, but not first to save my young master."
Monk Qingshui: "You must never use the title of Young Master from now on. Since you are a member of the Buddhist sect, I will still call you Master Zhu or Lay Master Zhu from now on."
What else could Xie Yu say, he could only say: "The young monk Jingyu understands, that the layman Zhu..."
The great monk Qingshui said to Banxia who was a little dumbfounded: "Little layman, it's time for us to set off to rescue your young master. At least I will tell you something before we go."
Banxia swallowed, fearing that like Xie Yu, he would be forcibly shaved. He envied the monk's bald head, but he didn't want to have a bald head, otherwise his thick black hair would be wasted.
Banxia: "Master, your orders."
The attitude is very respectful.
Monk Qingshui: "There are three pure incense sticks here. I bring one, and I bring one pure jade stick. I need to light another one here."
"In a moment, we will enter Huabisu to rescue your young master. We also need Jingxiang to lead the way. Otherwise, if we can't find the way, it will be difficult to return."
Banxia understood the importance of this and nodded immediately: "I understand, little one, don't worry, great monk!"
Monk Qingshui was about to light incense when Xie Yu suddenly thought of something and said, "It won't rain today!"
In mid-summer, the sun is shining and the weather is clear and refreshing.
I was about to say no.
However, the expression of the great monk Qingshui changed. He looked at Xie Yu and said, "What Jingmaize considers is that we build a small rainproof stand before setting off!"
Then, amid Ban Xia's confusion, the three of them worked for a while, setting up a matryoshka-style rain-proof stand with one large and one small in front of the painting.
Or when it comes to his own life, Monk Qingshui is still very cautious.
Then three sticks of pure incense were burned on the person, and after sharing one stick with Xie Yu, the great monk Qingshui stood in front of the Wanhualin mural, muttering something, as if reciting some kind of incantation.
Although Xie Yu didn't speak, he was really praying for the blessings of the gods and Buddhas in the sky, hoping that he, the time traveler, would not have a short life, and that he would not die before leaving the army.
Fortunately, the great monk Qingshui did not give it in vain. Being able to follow Master Fudu's order and guard here is indeed a bit of a back-up.
I saw a flash of clear light on the wall of Wanhualin, and Xie Yu and the great monk Qingshui disappeared.
However, two vague figures appeared vaguely on the wall of Wanhualin, one a monk and one ugly.
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