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　　 Xu Ranxue had a meaningless sand sculpture conversation with the bald donkey. Lu Zhengkang took the opportunity to breathe in the spirited scholar and help him warm up his body so that he would not get sick.

　　 The monk who was arguing with the scholar was called Jue Chou. He was a middle-aged man with goatee. He was rebellious and unruly. He was not too young and he liked to take advantage of his tongue. He had never lost a fight with his fellow brothers. Today, he has encountered an opponent.

　　 One of them talks about Buddhism and the other talks about home. After all, Xu Ranxue is a scholar with rich knowledge, and from time to time he refutes a few famous sayings from Confucian scholars. After a while, the bald donkey rolls his eyes and can't speak.

　　 "Okay! You sour scholar, now that the court is gone, what's the use of your studies!" Juichou shouted, and then he laughed.

Hearing these words, Xu Ranxue's face suddenly flushed. He was extremely angry, his lips trembled, and he held a trembling finger at the monk. After holding back for a long time, he didn't say a word, and then he took a few deep breaths. Scolded: "Bald donkey! Thief bald donkey! Insulting gentleness! Insulting gentleness!" He pushed the door angrily and left.

　　 felt sad and sighed comfortably, and then bowed to Lu Zhengkang as if asking for credit, "Buddha, that kid, I have scolded you for you. I dare not dare to be so arrogant after seeing him!"

　　 Lu Zhengkang patted the scared children around him, and glanced at the bad monk sideways, "The troubles are not cleared, the wicked heart is not dead."

　　 Jueshou's face turned pale when he heard it. Before he could refute, he was lifted up by a strong man like a tower behind his neck.

"I feel sad, but it made the Buddha laugh. The poor monk will take good care of him!" The person who came was Shaolin elder Zi Nian Zen master, his skin was pale gold, his height and body length were seven feet long. Feeling sad is like carrying a little chicken.

　　 "Uncle Zi Nie! Master Nephew knows wrong--" Jue Chou's scream was stretched, and he quickly disappeared in the pine forest outside the other courtyard.

　　 These monks don’t have to stay in the temple now?

　　 Lu Zhengkang was deeply impressed by the tight protection of Shaolin Temple.

　　 Today’s Yigu’s house is really difficult for flies to get in. The mosquitoes were shaken to death by these monks with internal force. They would never dare to let these evil things hurt the Buddha.

　　 This behavior is actually a departure from the Dharma, but how many monks can sweep the floor without hurting the life of the ants? Persuasion is useless. Lu Zhengkang does not comment on this, because he is afraid of being over-interpreted by these monks. It will be fun to get a colony of rats, ants, insects and snakes to play with him.

Time passed in a hurry, and soon it was the end of June. Xu Ranxue did not come to teach for a full twelve days. In the end, Zen Master Zi Nie went to his door with feelings of sorrow and pleaded guilty. This made the upright book relieved. , Langlang reading again echoed between the couches.

The expansion of 　　 Yigu Bieyuan is about to be completed. In the spacious wing room, a few more children come one after another. The oldest is only two years old, and the youngest is less than a month old.

Surprisingly, the Sun Lichai who was previously treated by Lu Zhengkang seemed to be cured. Not only did she grow up, her mind seemed to begin to develop rapidly. She often asked her mother Sun Wang to take her to the courtyard to play with Lu Zhengkang, and gradually became A new member of the other house.

Compared with other children, Sun Lichai is the oldest and very sensible. Every time Xu Ranxue reads, she reads with her, a little bit, never understands her meaning, and gains something in her heart. She learns faster and faster, even Everyone can raise some reasonable questions, which shows that he has his own thinking, and the smile on Mr. Xu's face also increases day by day.

He said to Lu Zhengkang, "You little Bodhisattva, you share your spiritual wisdom with other children. Are you not afraid of becoming stupid?" He also realized that the talents of the children in Yigu's house are generally higher. Yes, Xu Ranxue has accepted what the monks said about the Buddha.

　　 Lu Zhengkang smiled and said, "Wisdom is not water. If you divide it, you will lose less. Wisdom is like light. If you light a candle, it will be brighter."

　　 Xu Ranxue shook his head, then nodded, "You compare yourself to fire, what a big heart!"

　　 "Landing the lamp, burning the lamp, there is no lamp, how come the fire?"

　　 "You can use the Zen machine at a young age! Tell me this is useless." Xu Ranxue shook his head, turned his back, and continued to read.

　　 "The peacock flies southeast, wandering about five miles. Thirteen can weave elements, and fourteen learn to tailor clothes..."

　　 It was the first long poem of Han Yuefu, "The Peacock Flies Southeast".

　　 Lu Zhengkang smiled, listening to the poems, leisurely fascinated.

　　 The peacock flies, the mandarin ducks are scattered, the twins are slender trees beside the court, and it is difficult to connect the branches.

　　 Love, worldliness, and human hearts are all red silhouettes.

　　 Lu Zhengkang was in a daze and saw a gorgeous bead net swinging and swaying, and endless brilliance was released from the beads, which seemed to contain the various forms of life, the cycle of plants and trees.

　　 is the Indra net.

　　 There is a solemn and perfect existence looming in the void behind this big net, that is Lu Zhengkang's sacrificial body.

　　 unveiled this net.

　　 After Lu Zhengkang had this idea, the curtain net suddenly lifted a corner, and the golden river gushed from it, flooding his sight.

　　 Lu Zhengkang felt a violent vibration, and then the scene in front of him disappeared.

　　 opened his eyes, the summer sun was clear and clear, the air was hot and damp, and began to sing. The weeping willows by the courtyard pond slapped the branches in the wind, making a slight sound.

　　 Lu Zhengkang raised his hand and carefully observed his palm, as if it were a treasure.

　　 Xu Ranxue glanced at him and continued to chant poems.

　　 "Pines and cypresses are planted in east and west, and phoenix trees are planted on the left and right. The branches and branches are covered, and the leaves and leaves are in traffic..."

　　 This form is like illusory and transparent.

　　 There is a perfect air mass agitating under the skin.

　　 Lu Zhengkang felt anxious, but there was no reason for this emotion.

　　As if his body is talking about something, but his soul is deaf.

　　 The existence behind the Indra net, the rushing golden light river...

　　 Lu Zhengkang's eyes moved around, and then locked on the pair of antlers.

　　The skinny antlers came from a transparent white light coming from ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and they gathered into a small white deer, running and jumping between the beds.

Lu Zhengkang's gaze chased the white deer, watching it kick on the children's body, screamed on top of Sun Lichai's head, jumped on Xu's **** shoulder, lowered his head and gnawed at his collar, turned around suddenly, and leaped high. , Stepping out of thin air, getting bigger and bigger, farther and farther, rushing out of the house, rushing into the sky, flying into the sea of ​​flowers in the sky, it is wandering, the stars accompany it around, the sunrise is the tassel on its head, the neon after the rain The rainbow turned into a quilt, and the moonlight turned into a yin Luo. His footsteps swayed in the sky, and its neighing sound was deafening...

　　 Suddenly, it faces Lu Zhengkang's eyes.

　　 Those wet eyes seemed to have infinite affection.

　　 It rushed over, cut through the clouds, and fell into Lu Zhengkang's eyebrows.

　　……

"Buddha! Look at the buddha!" ​​A monk with a loud voice saw the incredible scene, yelled deeply, and the whole Songshan seemed to tremble for a moment, and the violent air current rushed from the Daxiong Palace, a glare of golden light It shot out from the front entrance and reached the other courtyard in a flash. After landing, the light converged, revealing an old monk with gray beard, who was the abbot Zixing Zen master.

　　 "How is the Buddha!" ​​the abbot asked every word, his face seemed to be burnt with a terrible light, like a **** of anger, so that people did not dare to look at him.

　　 The roaring monk was pointing at Lu Zhengkang in the room excitedly, "Abbot! Look at the Buddha! This is a show of wonderful things!"

　　 Zi Xing Zen Master glanced along his fingers, and suddenly the anger on his face disappeared, and his face turned into a smile that could not be hidden.

Inside the small room, the Buddha is wearing a white robe, sitting cross-legged, with fearless prints on his hands, his black hair coiled into a bun, white jade antlers sprouted on both sides of his forehead, broad nose, full lips, long eyelashes, and fair skin. There is a little light in the whole body, just like a deer.