Is the little monk enlightened today?

Mi Fan sneaked a look at Master for a long time, gritted his teeth and said, "As long as Master tells me, I'm actually willing to go to Saibei."

The cold scenery outside the Great Wall is the most unbearable for the little bald head. After all, the bald head does not even have half a hair. How much courage does it take to face the severe cold weather?

The abbot shook his head: "It's not there. I know that you are obedient, but this trip is more or less dangerous. I mainly don't feel relieved to let you do it alone."

"Then master, please tell me first, what exactly is the Central Plains?"

The abbot held his beard and thought for a long time, and finally spit out four words: "Right and wrong."

Mi Fan rubbed his head: "I don't really understand."

"The Central Plains is a good place. When I was traveling as a teacher, I saw all the beautiful landscapes and walked the Great Wall. I also knew knights with swords on their backs and girls who have fallen into the world of mortals."

"Girl? Are girls from the Central Plains prettier than girls from the Western Regions?"

"You apprentice!"

A monk should have the six senses pure, why is he so focused on these two words.

"Hee hee, master, you continue to talk, I am listening."

"Central Plains is a good place. If you go there, you probably won't want to come back."

The abbot was not joking. From the day he picked up Mifan, he knew that he was still alive and would have to leave sooner or later.

Mi Fan looked at Master fawningly and said, "Don't you just look for one thing? I'll come back after I've found it, and cook vegetarian food for everyone. No, if I leave, what will happen to our vegetable garden? And Who will take care of the master's meals?"

"Kong Wu and Kong Mu will arrange."

"No, anyone who cooks in the temple tastes terrible, what if you all pass away when I come back?"

"..."

The abbot almost pulled his beard off, "As a monk, food and clothing are not the key."

"But Master, don't you often say that you have to fill your stomach to recite the Buddha's name? We don't learn from other monasteries. You only become a Buddha when you are full."

Abbot: ...

Have I ever said such an embarrassing thing?

Mi Fan held his face and suggested: "Why don't you go with someone else? It's not a big deal anyway."

"No, this thing is very important. As a teacher, I only told you to listen to it. In addition, you have already mastered [-]% of my skills, so it is the most suitable."

"Master, why is it so difficult to catch your feet?"

Mi Fan started practicing martial arts at the age of four, and now all his skills are taught by his master, even ordinary masters are no problem.However, in order to avoid disputes in the temple, Mifan has been concealing the matter, and pretends to have no martial arts in his daily life.It sounds difficult to find something with all your strength.

The abbot turned his head and patted Mi Fan's small head with a secretive expression.

"..."

Did Master dig a hole for me when he came back this time? ? ?

A few days before Mifan left, the abbot dug out all the ginger from the vegetable garden and rubbed it on his scalp one by one. Let others know.

Jie Chen asked him curiously: "Little uncle, it's been cloudy these days, why are you wearing a hat?"

Mifan straightened his little square hat, and said with a smile, "I have something on my head."

"Could it be a sore? I think other juniors also have this kind of situation. Little senior uncle, you wait, I'll get you medicine."

"Hey, come back." Mi Fan quickly pulled him back, and said confidently, "It's not a sore, it's wisdom."

The little monk sweeping the floor next to him almost flinched, muttering in his heart that the little master is going to be funny again?

Jie Neng from the kitchen successfully took over the work of Mi Fan. After a few days of guidance, the dishes he cooked have basically escaped the unpalatable state, and he can still get used to it after a long time.

But when they heard the news that Huanxi Chong was leaving, everyone in the temple was very sad.

The first seat pulled Jie Neng and asked him: "Have you learned everything taught by the little uncle?"

"Little Martial Uncle teaches, don't be negligent, you must keep it in mind day and night, keep improving, and ensure that it will be perfect before Junior Martial Uncle returns."

Mi Fan curled his lips, feeling very sad, I didn't teach you anything a few days ago, I just cooked a pot of rice with you!

But the abbot insisted that everyone eat the whole pot of rice, and squatted in the hut to sleep until the sky was dark in the second half of the night, and Mi Fan knew that he would go no matter how much he didn't want to go.

Jie Chen is the one who is most reluctant to part with his junior uncle, and it happens that today is his birthday. Mi Fan didn't have time to study his five vegetable soup, so he personally picked a leaf for him, saying that when the green leaves on the tree turned yellow, he would definitely When you come back, make him a unique bowl of five-vegetable soup.

The abbot took Mi Fan's hand and sent him all the way to the border of the Western Regions.

"Apprentice, I give you something for the teacher."

As he spoke, he took out a sword from his loose cassock robe, and Mifan almost stared out his dog eyes: "Master, how did you manage to put the one-foot-five sword in your sleeve?"

"It's not important." The abbot's sword does not have a scabbard. There is a sapphire engraving on the hilt, and the whole body of the sword is gray and silver. It looks like it has not been opened under the sun. When he chopped down the tree, the tree didn't break, but he was bounced back instead.

"..."

I thought it was the sword of the king, but I didn't expect it to be a scrap of bronze? ? ?

The abbot quickly explained: "Ordinary people can't use it. Only by injecting internal force can the sword body be awakened."

Mifan tried it half-believingly. Sure enough, the sword with inner strength is different. Only when he woke up did he see the densely packed sword pattern, extending from the gemstone to the tail of the sword. The black and blue interlaced, making this sword look like a sword. Very unfathomable.

"Master, why do you have this sword?"

"This is a gift from a friend of the teacher. A monk should not hold a sword, but special circumstances are still handled specially. The teacher does not want you to be injured, so I give this weapon to you for self-defense."

Mi Fan looked at him strangely: "But Master, all you taught me is boxing."

"..."

The abbot was so angry that he coughed, squeezed his beard and said: "Kung fu masters, you can master them all, and you will understand when you meet them. This sword can be wrapped around your thigh when it has no internal strength, like a soft rope. It will neither be discovered by others nor hurt yourself."

"Master, in fact, it might be easier for me to carry it." Mi Fan said crying, clutching his thigh.

"Don't be such a joke, put it away."

"Oh."

Mi Fan tried it, this time the master sincerely did not deceive him, it was really a soft sword.

"Okay, take off your clothes and put on the things my teacher prepared for you yesterday."

"Ah."

He took off his Taoist robes of more than ten years and put on a sheepskin cloth from the Western Regions. The hair under the hat had grown a few inches, and his hair was rather stiff. The abbot found a rope and wrapped it around his head. On the side of the back of the head is an accessory of eagle feathers, which does not look like a monk at first glance.

"Well, he's very handsome." Abbot Pi looked like a cute old man.

"Master, can I have a name when I go to the Central Plains?"

"Master, I remember that your common surname is 'You'. When you arrive in a new place, you will be called 'You Fan'. Do you remember?"

"Remember the master, the disciple must live up to the expectations of the master, and bring Fu Yunzheng back as soon as possible."

"In addition, you must not reveal your identity, and you must act quietly to find anything."

"The disciple understands."

Mifan bid farewell to his master, and walked towards the direction called 'Central Plains' with his small bundle.The territory of the Western Regions turned into dust behind him, reflecting each other with the places he walked, gradually forming a long road.

The abbot put his palms together and silently prayed for the disciples who have gone away.