film world traveler

Wen Hua looked at the little monk first.

He has a smooth head, a pair of dark starry eyes that are dimly shining, and his dull look looks quite interesting.

But how can he argue?

I only learned two moves in swordsmanship, and I almost died from the torture during this period.

Wen Hua complained endlessly: "Sir, what kind of debate can I have? It's useless even if you call a young monk to come."

"Who wants you to talk about scriptures to him? This young monk is a scripture master in the temple. You don't even know all the words, so just say what you usually want to say until he admits defeat."

"Master."

"roll!"

Chen Jun patted Wen Hua on the head directly, "If you can't even convince this little monk, don't see me anymore."

Wen Hua had no choice but to step forward.

The young monk opposite looked at Wen Hua's slightly taller body compared to his, and felt a little nervous, "Master, I can't even explain things in the temple, how can I debate scriptures with others?"

The monk in white gave the young monk a chestnut, which felt as crisp as jade. He smiled warmly and said, "Just say what you usually want to say."

"Yeah, it hurts."

The young monk touched his head: "Master, what should I do if I fail?"

"If you lose, you lose. Anyway, this temple has been in the world for thousands of years, and it can't be crossed even if it is not invaded by wind and rain."

The monk in white touched his bald head and said with a smile: "Silly Nanbei, Master no longer has the heart to argue with others. If someone wants to argue with Master in the future, it will be up to you to fight. This is considered as advance practice.

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"Then Master..."

Before he finished speaking, the little monk was hit on the head with a chestnut again, with a gentle hand, "Hey, why are you knocking me?"

"Let's debate. There is so much hesitation. Stupid Nanbei, let me tell you that I know that man named Wen. Don't think he is taller than you. In fact, he can't speak to you."

"Come on, North and South."

After saying that, the little girl with braids put her hands on her hips, strode forward, and said fiercely: "Young man named Wen, do you still remember me?"

Wen Hua saw Miss Li as soon as he glanced at her. It was very funny to think of the days when he and Xu Xiaozi, Lao Huang, and this little Miss Li were digging out bird eggs.

"Of course I remember, why are you here?"

"This is my home, where would I be if I wasn't here?"

"This is your home. It's a good thing that I treated you to beggar's chicken in the first place. If you only treat my master to drink water, I'll eat air instead."

"...."

"I won't talk nonsense to you. I'll let that stupid Nan Bei do this later. He can't even compete with me in the temple. If you dare to win, my aunt will want you to look good."

The little monk looked at the little girl standing in front of him with her arms akimbo. Her back was mesmerized for a moment.

"Things, I will definitely win."

The little monk's heart was surging, and he was filled with the passion called blood. He passed over the little girl, clasped his hands together, and said politely: "Little monk, please ask the donor for advice!"

Wen Hua glanced at the little girl named Li Dongxi. After hearing what the little monk said, he subconsciously lifted the wooden sword. Thinking that this was not a sword show, he put the wooden sword on his shoulder again; "My name is Wen Hua, little monk."

So polite."

The two of them suddenly looked at each other, one high and the other low, with big eyes and small eyes staring at each other, not knowing how to start next.

In the end, the young monk said a passage from the Diamond Sutra. Wen Hua was confused. He knew the Diamond Sutra, but he didn't know the Diamond Sutra. He didn't read much. He didn't know anything about rebirth, emptiness, Bodhisattva, and Buddha. He was helpless.

I can only tell you what I experienced on the road.

I don’t know if the lecture was too exciting. The young monk had a solemn face and continued to explain the scriptures. Wen Hua became more and more enthusiastic as he talked, and he kept drooling.

The two of them discussed this.

Discuss the Tao! Chickens and ducks talk together!

Xuanyuan Qingfeng had a look of astonishment on her face. She felt a strong sense of absurdity as she watched the scene in front of her. Listening to the little monk's scriptures, even she felt a sense of enlightenment and enlightenment. But what kind of experience was Wen Hua talking about?

The young monk has extremely high attainments in scriptures. This is not a fake. The robes of ordinary novice monks are gray and stick to the right shoulder. The young monk is wearing a green robe and a light red cassock. It is clear that only a preaching monk with a very high status in Buddhism can wear it, let alone one who is born in the world.

Ryozenji Temple is the first famous temple.

He also has a master named Li Dangxin.

The only Li Dangxin in the world who can marry a wife and have children, the invincible Li Dangxin of Donkey Kong.

With such a master, the only disciple should not look down upon him.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't dare to underestimate him at all, but after listening to the scriptures, she still found that she was a bit contemptuous. Even though the young monk had no internal energy fluctuations and no traces of practicing martial arts, she gained a lot from the scriptures he taught.

The young monk lectured, and there were no legendary visions of golden lotuses emerging from the land of the sacred monks and the Buddha's light shining all over her. However, her realm in the Vajra realm was slowly loosening.

This is enough.

It is far better than those beautiful scriptures.

In contrast, this makes it even more obvious that Wen Hua is talking nonsense, but what does the two people mean by trying desperately to convince each other?

Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't understand, and Zhang Mu wanted to seek his husband's opinion, only to find that Chen Jun and Li Dangxin had gone far away because of being fascinated by what he heard, and smoke was rising in the temple.

She also found that the little girl opposite was also listening intently, and from time to time a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, or she burst out laughing.

His eyes were not on the little monk.

He held up his chin with both hands and puffed up his cheeks, laughing loudly at Wen Hua's novel and interesting stories.

What's the point?

When the young monk heard the laughter, a little sweat dropped from his forehead, and he tried to recite the sutra.

In the small hut in the distance, Chen Jun lit a fire, and Li Dingxin cooked and stir-fried. He specially took out the ham and sausages left over from last year's pickling, and picked a few handfuls of green vegetables, cabbage, garlic, ginger, etc. from the vegetable field. The rice was ready.

In a large pot, two crystal-clear thin slices of ham are placed on the white rice with clear grains. The ham fat soaks the edges of the rice. The white is white and the red is bright red. The color is clear. The aroma of ham and rice are mixed together. The sausage is plum.

Beware of the wife's filling. It contains not only meat but also chopped vegetables. Add it to the green vegetables and stir-fry together. When it comes out of the pot, it will be fragrant and attractive. Stir-fry the cabbage separately, add some garlic and other seasonings, pour oil and serve it with Xuanyuan.

Qingfeng swallowed his saliva.

When the little girl smelled the aroma, she immediately ran over and took a few bites. After finishing the meal, she didn't forget to bring the food to Wen Hua and the little monk.

Wen Hua tasted so delicious that he almost swallowed it without his tongue.

The best monk in the world also cooks excellent food.

"Is there any more?" Wen Hua smacked his mouth and savored the taste.

Little girl Li Zi took the bowl and chopsticks and said, "No, your master said you can only eat it if you win."

"Ah~"

Wen Hua looked at the little monk who had already eaten the second bowl, with a look of despair. When the little monk finished eating, he leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear. The little monk shook his head, "No, we haven't gone yet."

Decide the winner."

"Okay, then let's fight for three days and three nights!" Wen Hua said loudly.

In fact, they did not argue for three days. They just talked from morning to noon, and from noon to the moon and the sky. At the end, the little monk was forced to pee by Wen Hua.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng saw Wen Hua's little move and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

No matter how many tricks she resorted to, she could not be crushed by the majesty. No matter what, after the little monk lectured on scriptures for a day, she had entered the Zhixuan realm.

But the scene that happened next completely shocked her eyes.

After the young monk came back, he talked about the scriptures for a while, put his hands together, walked to the edge of the chess game where Li Dangxin and Chen Jun were playing, and said slightly awkwardly:

"Master, this disciple has been defeated!"

The moonlight reflected the starlight on the smooth little head. The little monk's delicate face looked a little apologetic, and he bowed his head to admit his mistake.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at Wen Hua's proud expression and took two steps back.