Chapter 6

He hid in the room and studied the happy Zen until the sun rose three times. Zhitong called for the fifth time, and then reluctantly put down the happy heart demon Zen Sutra.

One night, I finally understood the joy book carefully. I was very excited.

classic! What a classic! Of course, the most classic is the praise with pictures and texts.

In the last life, although idleness also had a wife, it always came and went. I've been tired of those postures for a long time, but now the knowledge brought by this happy heart demon Zen Sutra is too rich!

Directly opened a door for waste. It's really an open mind! Even after reciting the heart clearing mantra more than ten times, it still didn't press down, and the column tilted to the sky.

Waste can not help but sigh: the last life, really TMD live in vain!

Of course, he wasted only a small part of his time on the appreciation of both pictures and texts. Most of the time, he was watching the cultivation method of the happy heart demon Zen Sutra.

After watching it n times in a row, he shouted and sighed: it turns out that practice can still be like this!

This cultivation method directly pointed out a bright way to waste, and finally successfully solved the problem that he had been trapped for many days and could not practice.

But he was not happy because it was very difficult to practice this skill!

Just to get started, you need an adult woman who is extremely feminine and soft. Moreover, she is not a virgin, and even this virgin is divided into several products.

Well, although these are difficult, it's easy to do with some thought, but the later supplement is too difficult!

It is not necessary for the virgin who is extremely Yin and soft to fully cooperate, mobilize the Qi of extremely Yin and soft in the body, integrate into his own pure Yang Qi, and combine Yin and Yang, so as to enter the happy heart demon Zen Sutra.

Wipe! Is that an exaggeration?

I am a monk! Where can I find such a virgin? Besides, if I find one, how can I be a monk with myself if I am a big girl who is as good as a jade

Although there is no need to do that in this process, they need to be honest after all. How can this be possible.

Thinking of this, idleness can't help feeling a little upset, but Zhitong's sixth urging also sounded again.

He put the happy heart demon Zen Sutra into his arms, and then he walked out of the room with a heavy heart.

Zhitong looked at the wasted two panda eyes and sighed gently: "disciple, although the happy heart demon Zen Sutra is the supreme Sutra of Buddhism, don't worry too much."

I'm sorry to be fooled by master. Hei hei smiled, "master, I know."

"Just know." Zhitong stopped talking about this, but paused a little and said with a straight face: "but remember, in front of outsiders, you must not say anything about your practice of happy heart demon Zen Sutra, otherwise I'm afraid all Buddhists in the world can't tolerate you!"

Seeing Zhitong's fierce voice and color, he nodded: "master, don't worry, I know how to do."

But unexpectedly, Zhitong's face changed quickly. Just now he was unfathomable. In a twinkling of an eye, he changed into a giggling look. He took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to him: "there is a Buddhist grand ceremony on the 25th of this month. You can attend it on behalf of the teacher."

Originally, I was still happy to listen to master's instructions, but unexpectedly, the topic changed, and there was such an accident. I wasted my time and quickly pushed it off: "I can't do this. My Dharma can't get into other people's eyes at all. It's bluffing, and I'm afraid I'll lose master's face."

It's not a waste of modesty. It's true that he doesn't understand Buddhism at all. When he reads those Scriptures, his head is as big as a bucket and his eyelids are heavy.

"I let you go. Naturally, I have my reason. If you don't go, you can give me back the joy nerve." Zhitong dared not say it when he saw the waste. He immediately turned his face and asked for the Scriptures as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Such a classic divine book must be read from time to time in order to understand its profound connotation. If you waste it, you are willing to return it. At present, you are serious and righteous. Ling ran said, "master, if you are an apprentice, you have to share your worries with master, so I decided to attend the Buddhist grand meeting for you."

"Children can be taught." Zhitong nodded with satisfaction: "I have a good relationship with master zhizen. You should be careful with the rest, hehe."

Zhitong said that, but he didn't give the opportunity to waste refutation and went straight away.

In vain, I picked up the invitation and wanted to have a closer look, but I was surprised to hear the roar of people outside the temple: "Xishan temple is not a good place to travel. How can there be so many people?"

"Stinky bald donkey, get out of here!"

Just as idleness was about to ignore it, there was a loud scolding outside.

Although he had never regarded himself as a monk, he was very angry when he heard such a scolding.

Outside Xishan temple, there were a dozen people standing at this time. The most striking one was the one standing in the middle of the group.

This man is wearing a suit and leather shoes, which are very high-grade. However, these are not the reasons why he attracts attention, but on his neck. At the moment, he is wearing a trap, that is, the kind we have seen to fix the cervical spine.

Even more exaggerated, his head was wrapped with a thick layer of gauze, revealing only his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. It looked abrupt and strange, a bit like a head shaped mummy.

He was staring at the gate of Xishan temple.

"I dare to provoke Ben Shao. I must skin you with cramps!"

When it comes to forgetfulness, he waved it in the void with his arm.

"Ouch!"

This time he waved his arm, but he accidentally pulled his cervical spine, which made him feel a deep pain. The hatred and anger in his eyes were even more prosperous.

In particular, after scolding for a long time, no one came out at all, even the temple door didn't open, which made the equation's anger and hatred couldn't be released at all, so he shouted angrily: "who will find out the smelly monk for Ben Shao and reward him 10000 yuan less!"

Hearing that there were 10000 yuan, a dozen people standing next to him were immediately excited.

Mud horse, it's still a job. Come on!

The crowd was trying to answer, but a rough man grabbed the head: "Fang Shao, I'll find out this smelly bald donkey for you!"

The equation gave a gentle hum, the rough man smiled ferociously and snorted coldly: "Fang Shao, just look."

They wanted to compete for this opportunity, but when they saw the rough man with big arms, round waist and bad face, they closed their mouths one by one.

In the fierce laughter of the rough man, he stepped in front of the gate of Xishan temple in a few steps. Without saying a word, he put his foot hard towards the gate of the temple.

"Squeak."

At this time, the temple door suddenly opened from the inside. The rough man lost his center of gravity and directly fell in.

As soon as he opened the temple door, he saw a humanoid bomb hit him. He immediately gave way to him and staggered half his body, but one foot remained in place. The man's body was tripped by such a trip, lost his center of gravity and fell straight down.

Idleness was quick in eyes and hands. When he stretched out his hand, he pressed it on the head, but the force he pressed was slightly downward. The man was already unstable under his feet. In this way, his upper body was fixed, but the inertia of his lower body was still there, so he directly flopped and knelt in front of idleness.

"Benefactor, what are you doing? How can you do such a big gift as soon as you come up? I'm worried! " He looked merciful, shook his head gently and said, "he is really a polite child!"

"Hiss..."

At this time, outside the Xishan temple, more than a dozen people were preparing to watch the excitement. When they saw this scene, they also wasted the words of pretending to be infinite. What's more, they were as natural as the child said. Combined with the rough appearance of the man kneeling in front of him, they were full of his appearance in his teens and twenties, and each of them couldn't help taking a breath of cold air.

This monk can really pretend!

The rough man was really depressed to death. He slipped and knelt in front of the monk, and his head was held down. Such a humiliation is unbearable for scholars, who can't bear it!

"Let go of your hand, bald donkey!"

"Oh." He loosened his hand when he was obedient. The man was struggling. Now he suddenly fell straight ahead with a light on his head. He hit the bluestone next to the temple door and fainted directly.

"Amitabha." He recited the Buddha's name in vain, gently shook his head and sighed: "benefactor, you have to let me go, but there was such a tragedy. It's really... Alas!"

A crowd of onlookers suddenly became messy. Is this mud horse a monk? Isn't it bad?

The wasted eyes just turned on the fainted rough man, which was harmless to people and animals. He looked at the people with a compassionate face, put his hands together and asked softly, "benefactors, come to Xishan Temple early in the morning. Don't you want to chant scriptures and participate in Buddhism?"

"Participate in your horse's Zen!" The equation is really angry. The bald donkey is still pretending up to now. It's really unbearable.

"How can you curse, benefactor, with your head covered?" He said with regret on his wasted face. His expression seemed to sigh that the world was corrupt and the people's heart was not ancient.

"Rush..."

Mud horse, I don't use gauze to wrap my head. I still say such sarcastic words!

The equation can't stand it anymore. I just feel the blood surging up and a mouthful of fresh blood will come out.

A crowd around him, seeing the angry appearance of equation, immediately surrounded him: "Fang Shao, is he who beat you like this?"

Equation touched his neck, wrapped his head in gauze, and showed a sinister hatred in his eyes: "it's him!"

"A weak little monk, with kidney deficiency and even panda eyes, can beat you like this. I say Fang Shao, you are so......" in the crowd, a guy with a fierce face asked jokingly.

More than a dozen people nearby could not help laughing when they heard what he said.

"Do you believe that such a monk can beat people? I don't believe it anyway? " Someone contemptuously pointed to the monk's black eye and spoke loudly.

"Ha ha, I can beat him down with one finger!"

"Ha ha..."

Everyone laughed again, even more disdainful of the equation.

For the disdain of others, although he was more angry in his heart, he knew that now he had to rely on these thugs in front of him, but he poured out this shame and anger in his heart.

Seeing the equation in vain, I immediately understood it, but I kept walking under my feet and was still not in a hurry or slow: "benefactor, since so many of you didn't come to chant scriptures and participate in Buddhism, but blocked the passage of the temple, why?"

Fuck, that's a well-known question!

Equation scolded in his heart, but looked at the dozen thugs he called next to him.

The ruthless character looked down at the waste and said, "little monk, did you beat him?"

"Sin, sin, I'm a monk. How can I beat someone?" Idly, his hands folded, his eyebrows lowered, and his eyes looked very pious.

As soon as he heard the direct denial of vanity, the equation immediately jumped up: "bald donkey, how dare you say you didn't hit me? Look at my face?"

"Benefactor, you're wrong. You said you wanted to talk to the Buddha. The poor monk just helped you. You don't appreciate it. Instead, you framed the poor monk to beat you. Your conscience is all broken!" The more you waste your time talking, the more angry you become. In the end, your voice and color are fierce, which is very painful.

The cruel character was impatient when he was listening. He snorted coldly, looked at the waste and pointed to the equation with his hand: "I don't want to listen to your nonsense. Now you apologize to him!"

His words were taken for granted. It seemed that such an arrangement had given great face to waste.

"Oh, just apologize to him?" The wasted complexion seemed to be loose and asked softly.

"No, he must let me slap four times." The equation didn't wait for the cruel character to speak, so he grabbed the lead and shouted.

The woman who has been standing beside the cruel character has a concave convex figure. She is wearing a super short skirt. Her white and tender thighs are exposed outside. She is just a face and painted some flirtatious. At this time, she giggled: "don't be so violent. People don't like violence. Let the little monk get under my crotch."

She also gently lifted one side of her leg and stepped on one side of the stone. The infinite spring light loomed and transmitted, which was very attractive.

But the girl was not aware of the leakage of spring light. She was teasing. She looked at the waste, stretched out her slender fingers, gently hooked it, and the tip of her tongue was still on her red lips.

"OK, that's a good proposal!" The cruel character laughed and clapped his hands, then glanced at the waste: "monk, do as LAN said."

I studied hard all night and enjoyed Zen. Now I see such temptation again. I immediately feel a heat flow burning in my stomach. Fortunately, it is covered by a wide monk's robe, so I don't make a fool of myself in public.

"No!" Wasted awkwardly recited a Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

"What? How dare you refuse me? " The cruel character snorted coldly, and his eyes projected a evil spirit: "it's really a toast and no penalty. Tell him what will happen if you refuse me!"

As his voice fell, the two people who had been wasting time moved. They cut through one left and one right.

"Alas! Why do you all want to talk to Buddha so much? Is it true that people today are so wise? " He sighed in a low voice, shook his shoulders slightly, got out of the way, and then stretched out his hand and slapped each other. They immediately went to talk to the Buddha.

"All go together and beat me hard!" When the cruel character saw the wasted moment, he controlled the two people. As soon as he frowned, he was not afraid. He had more than ten people. He would stay here if he could fight again.

"Pa, PA, PA..."

The crisp sound of the slap on the ear continued, but in more than ten seconds, more than ten people had all laid down.

"How could this happen?" The cruel character looks pale and looks at the waste.

Vanity smiled and walked to the cruel role: "benefactor, it's your turn to talk to the Buddha."

"Talk about your mother!" The ruthless character was also hard hearted. He looked back and saw vanity coming, biting his teeth and directly punching out.

Idly glanced away, avoided his fist and raised his hand again: "pa!"

A crisp slap on the face of the cruel character.

The tough character is a little boss who can mix with more than a dozen people. He is also a man who has been killed for a long time. However, over the years, he has too few opportunities to do it himself, and he lacks physical exercise. In addition, he has just soaked in that Lan Lan. Last night, he did it seven times a night, so his body is weak.

The wasted palm was so deep that it was quick and accurate that it directly knocked him out.

I didn't expect that the cruel character shouted so loudly, but it turned out to be a silver wax gun head. It was a little stunned, but in an instant it showed appreciation: "benefactor, what a wise root!"

Then he turned directly to the equation.

At this time, he regretted, hated and feared. He secretly regretted why he provoked the evil god.

But seeing the vanity getting closer and closer, he suddenly had an idea and shouted, "master, I see the Buddha, I really see it!"

With tears and regret.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to rush to answer, talent!" Idleness exclaimed, but he still slapped the equation.

Lan Lan looked silly and her legs were shaking all the time, but she just looked at her in vain and sighed in her heart: Alas! This woman can reach the middle grade, but her breath is messy and her Yin and yang are mixed. I don't know how many Yang Qi have treated her and she can't use it at all. It's a pity that she has a good skin bag!

Sigh, slowly walked into the Xishan temple, only one sentence left, floating in the wind

"Tell them that this time it's a heart to heart talk with the Buddha. Next time, I'm afraid it's a deep communication with the Buddha."