Legend of Meow Immortal

Probably because Tang Tang's status is relatively high now, the handyman hurriedly saluted Tang Tang with his palms together.

Tang Tang "..." Damn, seeing the bald head salute to me...why are you so unaccustomed...the bald head must be too dazzling.

Then staring at the ring scars on the shiny head of the handyman monk, Tang Tang belatedly thought, um, I'm a monk now, do I have no hair?

This is such a sad story (＞﹏＜)!

Yang Fan's disgusted face must be intentional!No, it was on purpose!

"Senior Brother Qi, this little benefactor doesn't want to enter the Handyman's Garden or become a Handyman's Monk, but he wants to directly enter my Shaolin Arhat Prajna and be a disciple of that outer hall." The Handyman's grade is not very old, but he is very Respectfully said to Tang Tang.

"Oh? Does he not know that anyone who enters my Shaolin has to be a handyman for half a year? Why is it so urgent?" Tang Tang thought for a while, adjusted his tone, and said slowly.

"Speaking of which, this little benefactor is also a pitiful person. The more than 40 members of his family were all killed by the Hengshan Sixteen Thieves. He was the only one who was not at home because he was not at home, but he escaped the disaster." Feeling troublesome, he chanted a Buddha's name in a low voice and said.

He used to be a scholar of Wen Tao and pursued an official career, but now that his family was in a catastrophe, he had to use force to get revenge.

What can a weak scholar do?Can't do anything!

what can he doWhat else can I do?

Tang Tang felt his heart move, and continued to ask, "Where is that little benefactor?"

"Senior brother, I just heard the little benefactor cry that his family should be a big family in Hengshan. I think there has been a gap between his family and the sixteen robbers in Hengshan. Otherwise, how could such a tragic thing be done." The servant monk sighed.

Just this one sentence alone can make people think of a big drama of intrigue - if it is true as said in the words, this kowtow child is really a big family in Hengshan, then force deterrence is indispensable, otherwise how can he compete with that boy? Hengshan bandit circles around?But if this is the case, how did this big Hengshan family be wiped out by the Hengshan bandits?Will there be any untold stories in it?For example, rape or something.

The handyman monk was letting himself go, thinking wildly, but heard the brother next to him ask again, "How many days does it take from Hengshan to my Shaolin?"

"Ah? This... about 1000 miles away. The mountains are high and the roads are far away. It's impossible to come here in less than a month... Brother, why do you ask this?" the monk asked curiously.

Tang Tang stretched out his hand and pointed forward, pointing directly at the feet of the kowtow boy, the handyman fell silent for a moment.

Those were a pair of leather boots with worn-out soles. Judging from these shoes, the boy's previous life was pretty good, and he could be considered a wealthy family.

It takes a lot of willpower to forcibly wear a pair of good shoes like this...?What a firm belief?

The handyman turned to look at Tang Tang, with admiration in his eyes. It was indeed a senior brother. Although he looked young, he could notice details that others did not notice.

"You'd better retreat, little benefactor, Shaolin is not suitable for you." The monk Zijue over there recited the Buddha's mantra slowly.

Hearing what he said, the young man suddenly raised his head, his face was covered with blood, but his expression was very dull, "Master, I traveled thousands of miles to Shaolin to seek martial arts. I don't want to shake the world, but I want to get revenge, not to mention that Shaolin also has laymen. card, I came here with a wooden card, and there is no mistake in my identity, why can't I go straight to Shaolin?" The voice was hoarse, not at all like the voice a child of this grade should have.

"Shaolin is a pure place. You have a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred, and the ancient Qingdeng Buddha can't let you let go of your obsessions. Why did you not enter my Shaolin? What's more, the so-called layman's wooden plaque is a remnant from the catastrophe of the Lingzhu." , if you have no attachments, of course you can enter my door, but you have read the Diamond Sutra for several days, and your hostility has not disappeared..." Monk Zijue did not continue, but shook his head slightly, and stopped talking.

Wooden sign?Ordinary wooden sign?Does it mean that you can directly become a young outer disciple based on this?Tang Tang understood in an instant. He raised his head to look at Monk Zijue, narrowed his eyes, and felt a little unhappy.

Let go of your obsessions?Is it to let this young man not avenge his bloody revenge?

Obviously there is a wooden board to enter Shaolin, but because of a blood feud, he is stuck by the monks and cannot enter.

Is this really the boy's fault?

Tang Tang sneered.

This Zijue seems to have given the young man a glimmer of hope. As long as he let go of his obsessions, he will be allowed to enter Shaolin to prove the profoundness of his Buddhism.Doesn't that mean that Buddhism is boundless?

But thinking that this monk is really going to meet the Hengshan Bandit, I'm afraid that if he doesn't make it through, he will become the meat of a lion.

Thinking about it, Tangtang became more and more upset seeing this monk, and turned all kinds of thoughts in his mind. He lowered his head and looked at the young man again, sighing softly in his heart. I will give it a try, maybe this is some kind of bloody side mission.

While comforting himself, Tang Tang stepped forward, bowed to Zijue, and chanted the Buddha's name again, "I have seen the elder brother." Turning to look at the blood-faced young man again, "I have seen the little benefactor."

The young man looked at Tang Tang in a daze, without saying a word.

Monk Zijue frowned, "What advice do you have, Junior Brother?"

"Don't dare, junior brother is still a beginner and not deep in Buddhism, but he has some ideas of his own." Tang Tang smiled slightly, and he was willing to go all out. Anyway, the status of this middle-aged monk is no different from his own, even if he is this time. As the principal, speaking in his capacity at this time is not considered crossing the line.

Monk Zijue snorted softly. He was already dissatisfied with Zijing on the opposite side—he barely entered the Arhat hall in his twenties, but this young man entered in his twenties. This made Zijue feel jealous and jealous He was dissatisfied, but he followed the rules by nature, but he didn't take the initiative to find fault with Zijing.

Now it's not that I'm looking for trouble for you, but you came here by yourself. Monk Zijue's eyes darkened, "It's okay to say what the younger brother has, but if it's unreasonable and unfounded, don't blame the elder brother for being ruthless."

"Little benefactor, please remember that the Buddha said that all living beings are equal, but there is nothing to make you kneel." Tang Tang and the monk Zijue nodded, turned around, but took the initiative to pull the boy up.

As soon as he said this, the monks who were listening around were stunned for a moment, and they couldn't help chanting the Buddha's name with their hands together.

Monk Zijue suddenly felt his heart sink, but he had no way to refute this sentence.

It's not true that there is a bit of contention, and it is not true that there is no contention.

Tang Tang didn't care what monk Zijue thought. After pulling the young man up, he said, "With the Shaolin layman's wooden card, he should enter my Buddhist school. Even if he can't achieve great virtue, being a layman's disciple is nothing What's the problem, but I don't understand, why did senior brother say he can't join my Shaolin?"

A bald boy, dressed in a gray monk's robe, with a smile on his mouth, talking with great grace.

Not to mention that the handyman monks around were intimidated by his temperament, even those young boys were also attracted by him, and they couldn't leave their eyes on Tang Tang anymore.

And the young man with a bloody face and a dull expression couldn't help but turn his head to look at the past.

Tangtang thought to himself that by luck, at least he got this identity, and at the same time, he also got the Buddhist knowledge that this identity should have. Although it is very little, it is enough to deal with it now.

He thought so, and planned to do so, but when the words came to his mouth, he turned abruptly, as if he knew what to say at this time.

Well, at least it's better than talking about the half-baked Buddhism by yourself.

"How can you see blood in a clean place of Buddhism? In the future, if this young man succeeds in martial arts, he will be rewarded for his great revenge and commit crimes for murder. You will bear the cause and effect of this?" Monk Zijue said to Tang Tang coldly. Dao, turning his head to look at the young man again, "A thousand men are an enemy, and one man is victorious. If you surrender yourself, you will win the battle." Then he said another sentence.

Is it better to defeat yourself than to defeat a thousand enemies?Is this telling the young man to let go of his obsessions and enter Buddhism?Angry in Tang Tang's heart, he opened his mouth and said, "You should know that the dyed dharma and the pure dharma are all upholding each other, and there is nothing to talk about."

"Senior brother said it was too much. This little benefactor has a grudge in his heart, and he came to my Shaolin for revenge. If he goes away without the law, he will become a devil in the end. Senior brother, can you take care of this cause and effect?"

"If his mind is not firm and his beliefs are not tenacious, let alone a thousand miles away, even a hundred miles away, he will not come."

"It's even more impossible not to worship my Buddha, but to kneel to senior brother, just to get the Dharma at the beginning and get rid of obsessions."

"Could it be that senior brother doesn't know that all dharmas are liberated, and besides, the little benefactor does not seek to enter the treasure hall, but only wants to be named as a lay disciple."

Listening to Tang Tang's words, Monk Zijue's face turned white and blue, it was extremely ugly, and he twirled the rosary in his hand, and he did not know how many times he recited the Buddha's mantra silently before he suppressed the anger in his heart.

"I know that there was a catastrophe ten years ago, and my Shaolin has become more and more strict on the collection of lay disciples, and my brother is also considering my Shaolin." When Tang Tang saw it, he changed the topic and talked about the goodness of monk Zijue. It made the monk look better.

"But judging from the character experience of this little benefactor, if he is my Shaolin disciple, he will not disgrace me in Shaolin. He may be ruthless, but he can also punish evil and promote good."

"Senior brother, you should know that the little benefactor wants to stay away from the world of mortals, and what he does is naturally the law of the world."

Monk Zijue's face was slightly gloomy, he was silent for a while, and then he said, "My brother's Buddhist studies are indeed profound, no wonder he was able to enter the Arhat Hall at a young age."

"Okay, I won't talk about this matter, I just ask you, if something happens to him, are you willing to bear it?"

"He bears a great enmity, even if he joins my Shaolin, how many people are willing to teach him... You say you have won me, but if he really wants to join, do you care?"

After all, Tang Tang still had a youthful heart. When he was aroused by the monk Zijue, his blood surged up at that time. He turned his head to look at the young man whose eyes suddenly lit up, and heard himself say softly, "As long as I stay in Shaolin for one day, I will be as good as anyone else." If you manage it for a day, it doesn't matter if you really become my disciple!"