There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 549 Wudang Song Qingshu

Fang Bie never wants to fight an unprepared war.

If it was really necessary to fight such an unplanned war, Fang Bie might prefer not to fight it.

Because facing the unknown is too scary.

What humans fear is always fear itself.

The essence of fear is the unknowable.

He Ping looked at Fang Bie and nodded quietly: "Then what are you going to do?"

Fang Bie looked at He Ping and smiled: "I'm going to see Mrs. Zhenru."

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Inn, woodshed.

The firewood room is the place where the guests who can’t afford the rent will live. There are no bedding here, at best there are only some straw bedding. If someone thinks that this is not scary at all, then they have to add a little more scary something.

For example - there will be more bugs in the woodshed, and there will be mice.

And they won't even give you an oil lamp.

After all, how dangerous it is to light a lamp in a woodshed.

"Master, I'm hungry." Someone shouted crisply in the firewood room.

"Have you already eaten?" An old woman's voice said quietly.

"That was for lunch!" Zhou Meixue corrected seriously: "And I only ate a bowl of brown rice and half a piece of pickles, not even a piece of tofu."

It was pitch black in the firewood room, and only the old woman's chanting could be heard.

"It's not the first time that a monk doesn't eat after lunch." The old woman looked at the disciple in the dark and said.

"It's because it's not the first time!" Zhou Meixue was very unhappy: "That's why I'm hungry!"

"Praise the Diamond Sutra ten times." The old woman looked at Zhou Meixue and said expressionlessly.

"The Diamond Sutra can't be eaten, master!" Zhou Meixue looked at the old woman: "I'm still growing, what if I can grow taller?"

"Fifteen times." The old woman's voice sounded uncomfortably in the dark woodshed.

"Master!" Zhou Meixue still wanted to act like a baby to save her life.

How to say after all?

A spoiled woman is the best life, isn't it?

But—at least all smart women know, don't act like a spoiled child to another woman.

Obviously Zhou Meixue didn't have this awareness at all.

"Twenty times."

Zhou Meixue shut up quietly.

The full text of the Diamond Sutra has a total of 170 characters, and there may be slight discrepancies depending on the translation. A skilled monk can silently recite five characters in one second, so the Diamond Sutra takes 7 seconds or [-] minutes.

Ten times of the Diamond Sutra is 170 minutes, which is one and a half hours if converted.

Twenty times the Diamond Sutra is three hours.

There are only twelve hours in a day that can be used, and sleep should be at least three hours, and then chanting scriptures for three hours, it feels like there is nothing to do.

Zhou Meixue heard that some of the most powerful monks can recite ten words per second. Anyway, Zhou Meixue is not yet at this level. The sutras of righteous thoughts can only be heard by oneself.

In this way, the Diamond Sutra with [-] words can be recited in only [-] words, and the sutra that has been recited in three hours can be recited in a little more than one hour.

Although the principle is the same, it is disrespecting Bodhisattvas.

Only the worst and worst practitioners would do that.

Zhou Meixue would definitely not do such a thing.

There is no other way but to chant sutras.

It's just the feeling of stomach growling while chanting sutras, which is really uncomfortable.

"Master." After Zhou Meixue recited the Diamond Sutra five times, she felt that the master's anger had probably subsided a little, so she asked quickly.

"Huh?" The old woman didn't add weight to the Diamond Sutra this time.

Zhou Meixue felt something was going on: "Why did we come to Yingtian Mansion?"

"The living here is not as good as ours in Emei, and the food is not as good as ours in Emei. We have to travel every day and ask for alms. Why do we have to work so hard?"

This old woman is naturally Master Zhenru, the head of the Emei Sect, and currently ranked No. 12 in the Jianghu rankings. In other words, that is her original ranking, even higher than Ning Huan.

But now this master of martial arts is wearing a patched gray black suit, sitting cross-legged on the straw, with his eyes slightly closed, chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Compared to a martial arts master, he is more like a simple ascetic.

Compared to Master Zhenru in gray, Zhou Meixue in yellow is much more lively. She also sits cross-legged, but she still wants to ask her own questions while chanting sutras.

"Cultivation is not just in the mountains." Master Zhenru said quietly without opening his eyes: "You can't become a Buddha if you only practice in the mountains."

"Becoming a Buddha is too far away, and can a nun become a Buddha through cultivation? We should cultivate to become a Bodhisattva? I think Guanyin Bodhisattva is just a woman?" Zhou Meixue spoke with a little innocence.

Of course, although it is indeed hard to go out to practice with Master Zhenru, you have to walk many miles a day, and you can only eat very little food. to leave Master.

Mount Emei is the ashram of Samantabhadra. There are four ashrams for Buddhism in Shenzhou, namely Manjusri Bodhisattva Dojo in Wutai Mountain, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva Dojo in Mount Putuo, Puxian Bodhisattva Dojo in Mount Emei, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Dojo in Mount Jiuhua.

Although Mount Emei is considered a famous mountain of Taoism, it is not included in the list of 36 caves and 72 blessed places, so Buddhism finally overwhelmed Taoism in Emei, which is what it should be.

After all, the Land of Abundance is still somewhat peaceful after all.

Master Zhenru couldn't help sighing when Zhou Meixue spoke like this.

"Do you want to practice closed-mouth meditation?"

"Master, you can't recite scriptures if you keep your mouth shut!" Zhou Meixue said hastily.

"Then talk less and recite scriptures more." Master Zhenru said.

Zhou Meixue shut her mouth decisively and began to chant scriptures.

After reciting the Diamond Sutra ten more times, Zhou Meixue felt that the rooster crowing would sound outside at some point, so she quickly called out to Master in a soft voice.

"Master."

Master Zhenru did not open her eyes, nor did she answer, as if she had fallen asleep.

Zhou Meixue sighed.

He called Master again.

Master Zhenru still didn't answer.

Zhou Meixue regained her energy in an instant. She tiptoed up from the ground, then gently avoided the dead branches and leaves on the ground that might make noise when stepped on, and went to her back basket, and then gently rummaged through it. Come out with a steamed bun.

Steamed buns are also very hard dry steamed buns. Normal people may not be able to eat them at all. Even though the climate in the south of the Yangtze River is humid, it is precisely because of this that in order to prevent mold, they are specially baked through, so they can be used as dry food.

If ordinary people eat it, they must be soaked in hot water before they can be swallowed.

At this time, Zhou Meixue didn't dare to boil hot water at all, so she could only gently break off a piece with her hands—even though the steamed bun was as hard as iron, it was still as soft as tofu in her hands.

Then put it in the mouth, and didn't dare to chew it at all, so I could only slowly soak it with saliva and swallow it.

Even so, Zhou Meixue already felt that this was a supreme delicacy.

After all, when you are really hungry, it is perfect to have steamed buns to eat.

One piece, two pieces.

It was obviously not the first time for Zhou Meixue to steal something, she seemed very experienced, but at this moment, a small stone hit Zhou Meixue's head, and it was about to hit the ground, Zhou Meixue hurriedly pocketed it with her hand Picking up the stone, he didn't dare to make a sound, but only looked in the direction of the stone.

But he saw the silhouette of a young man standing on the window of the firewood house, and with a slight movement of his hand, something fell down.

That thing was falling in front of Zhou Meixue, Zhou Meixue was able to catch even a stone, let alone this little thing, but after catching it, Zhou Meixue's expression was obviously stunned: "What is this?"

She didn't speak, because she was afraid that if she spoke again, Master would be awakened.

But there was already a fragrance slowly escaping from her hand, it was so sweet that her saliva was almost drooling.

When I looked at it in the dark, I realized that it was a delicate pastry, which was pressed into the shape of an osmanthus flower by a mold. It was bright yellow in color and soft to the touch when held in the hand, in stark contrast to the dry and hard steamed bun on my right hand.

Zhou Meixue looked at the black shadow at the window, and the black shadow at the window looked back at her.

While the two looked at each other speechlessly, Zhou Meixue swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then threw the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her left hand to the other party again.

Then he broke off a piece of dry steamed bun, put it in his mouth, soaked it slowly and then swallowed it.

Fang Bie couldn't help but sighed.

"Really like a teacher, you really have taken in a good apprentice."

Fang Bie's voice was not too loud, just enough for everyone in the chaifang to hear.

Zhou Meixue couldn't help being frightened to death, but Master Zhenru's voice sounded unhurriedly: "May I ask who you are?"

"Wudang Song Qingshu." Fang Bie said with a smile.

Zhou Meixue didn't care whether Wudang sent love letters or not, so she stammered and said, "Master, master, I really only ate three mouthfuls of steamed buns."

Fang Bie laughed loudly: "You really think that Shitai doesn't know that you steal something to eat at night, but just deliberately pretended not to know. Monks don't tell lies, but there are ways to pretend not to know."

Saying this, Fang don't look at Master Zhenru: "Master, are you right?"

"There is no Song Qingshu in Wudang." Zhenru said coldly, saying so, she raised her hand and poked at Fang Bie in the air.

Fang Bie twisted slightly within an inch of the window, and that sharp palm passed through the gap created by Fang's awkward twist.

Fang Bie looked at Master Zhenru: "Master, don't be so angry, you are not extinct, but you are a serious and upright person, why should you be as knowledgeable as a small fish like me."

"Little fish and shrimps can't avoid my finger of the god of the river." Zhenru looked at Fang Bie, and her tone could not help but be majestic: "Among the rivers and lakes, masters of this age can be counted, so don't Hide your head and show your tail."

"That's really embarrassing." Fang Bie smiled: "I didn't plan to come out when I came here. Who knew that I happened to meet Miss Zhou stealing food. I'm a person who can't see others starving, so I want to Feeding one or two, I never thought that Miss Zhou would be so hungry, but she could still resist the temptation, which really opened my eyes."

Zhou Meixue poohed twice: "The poor don't get what they get. No matter how hungry I am, how could I eat something from someone who doesn't understand you?"

"That's why I said Miss Zhou is something I really admire." Fang Bie said to Zhou Meixue with a smile.

"Don't call me Miss Zhou!" Zhou Meixue said angrily, "I'm a monk."

"No, Nun Zhou is too ugly, and I can't really call you Junior Sister Zhou." Fang Bie looked at Zhou Meixue and said with a smile: "So Miss Zhou can only make up for it."

Zhen Ru quietly listened to Fang Bie and Zhou Meixue's words, and found that Fang Bie really didn't seem to have any malicious intentions, so he couldn't help but look at each other: "Dare to ask this fellow from the rivers and lakes, what is the purpose of coming here to spy on poor nuns?"

"You can't talk about being noble, but I didn't expect that Emei can be regarded as a decent family, and travel is so shabby." Fang Bie looked at the patches on Master Zhenru's gray black clothes, but there was no contempt in his expression: "Wang Zhi will be in Yingying today. Xuanwu Lake outside Tianfu City is holding a Sovereign Party, at which a large number of martial arts comrades will be invited. I just received an invitation card, and I just want to know if Mrs. Zhenru has received the invitation, and whether she plans to go here A domineering party."

"Wang Zhi?" Master Zhenru's expression changed a little: "But that pirate Wang Zhi?"

"Exactly." Fang Bie nodded and said, "Could it be that Shi Tai didn't receive the invitation?"

"I have received the invitation, and it was specially sent by the hive." Master Zhenru frowned and said, "But when the invitation was sent, it didn't say that Wang Zhi held it. Where did you get the news? ?”

"I don't care where you got the mistress from." Fang Bie said quietly: "The picture of the Duzun club is unknown this time, so I just want to come and see the mistress. After all, the mistress may be among the participants this time. The tallest one."

"The level of martial arts is just false." Master Zhenru sang the Buddha's name quietly.

"Is there really an undefeated person in the world?"

"If there is, that person should be called Dongfang Bubai?" Fang Bie continued the other party's words with a smile, and then looked at Mrs. Zhenru: "But compared with not having martial arts, it is more comfortable to have martial arts."

"Since the teacher is sure to go, then I can rest assured that I may have to take care of one or two at that time."

"I don't know your name, how can I take care of you?" Zhenru was still sitting on the ground.

She tried Fang Bie's finger before, because Fang Bie was standing at the window of the firewood room, he could advance, attack, retreat, or defend. Even if he really got up to subdue Fang Bie, the martial arts that Fang Bie showed probably wouldn't be able to catch him. In this way, give the other party a favor.

"Who said that? Didn't I already tell the teacher?" Fang Bie laughed and said, "I don't change my name or surname when I go down, it's the same with Song Qingshu of Wudang."

Saying this, Fang Bie quietly tossed it in his hand, and an object wrapped in oil paper fell lightly in front of Zhou Meixue, while Fang Bie himself jumped up and quickly disappeared into the night. No further chats planned.

Zhou Xuemei, on the other hand, opened the oil-paper bag, and couldn't help being stunned.

I saw that it was full of 16 yuan sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Bright yellow and fragrant.

(End of this chapter)