Leaves fall without flowers [Legend of Chu Liuxiang]

Following Tianliu's order, Ye Chen left Xuedou Temple with his bags on his back.This is not Ye Chen's first time going out, but he always followed Tianliu before, this time he was on the road alone, feeling a little sad in his heart.The last time I traveled alone was back in my previous life, but this is ancient times. Unlike modern times, where transportation is convenient and there are signs everywhere, I have to rely on two legs...

When he left, many disciples greeted him, "Junior Brother Wuyin, are you going to exorcise people again? Or tell fortunes?"

"..." Ye Chen: "I travel far, practice..."

"When will you be back?"

"Not coming back!"

It's too much, TAT, the masses just treat him as a magic stick, it's unreasonable for the brothers to ridicule him because they know the truth, he really is not a magic stick, okay?

What is the third eye... If the poor monk knew that this was Chu Liuxiang's world, he would have been fooled.

Ye Chen was intimidated by Tianliu's repeated questions at the time, but after thinking about it carefully, it was not the case at all.He knows what he looks like, maybe it means a high hit rate in speech, this modern science can't explain it clearly, such as Bailey's crow's mouth, Xiao Longwang's rain function, but it has nothing to do with the third eye.

Tianliu said that Buddhism has produced great virtues with outstanding knowledge in the past. From Ye Chen's thinking, they are probably more intelligent and insightful, and then they were shaped into models by Buddhism, just religious means.

No matter whether Tianliu is intentional or not, if he wants to make him a model, it seems that he can't solve the problem now... Maybe everyone will be able to remember that although his hit rate is high, he is not perfect at all. It's not so mysterious anymore.

Ye Chen was looking forward to it so sincerely.

Southern Shaolin is in Putian, southern Fujian. Ye Chen, a young monk, walks so far with a heavy burden on his back. It is hard work. He also encountered robbers and thieves on the road several times. He feels that the world is not peaceful.

You said that he is a little novice, and has no property, half of the day eats dry food, and half of the day relies on acting cute for alms, stealing him for what...

Ye Chen is helpless, not all thieves have professional ethics like Chu Liuxiang, no wonder monks have to practice martial arts.

In addition, what is even more dumbfounding is that robbers and thieves are nothing more than robbers and thieves, but child abductors also find him, a monk from other places.

Once, Ye Chen was ambushed by a gangster. After he caught him, he asked him: "You neither rob nor traffic, why did you attack me?"

The person in the Jianghu proudly said that he just didn't like monks, especially when he saw Ye Chen, a monk who relied on being cute for alms, so he wanted to beat him up.Anyway, he was very powerful, among the monks, he was the only one from Shaolin Temple who couldn't afford to offend, and Ye Chen couldn't be a Shaolin disciple at first glance.

Ye Chen said sadly: "Three years ago, I also thought I was just a young monk from a small unnamed temple, until my master later told me that both the abbot of South Shaolin and the abbot of North Shaolin are my uncles..."

That person: "..."

"Being a monk requires a background so you won't be bullied!" Ye Chen beat him up, "I don't use Shaolin Temple to bully you, I'm from Xuedou Temple, and my master is a top-notch mage in the world. enough."

The man said in horror: "You, you are silent!"

Tianliu has only one apprentice, Ye Chen who has a silent dharma name.

Ye Chen was taken aback for a moment, he was quite famous...but he soon realized what it was.

The man didn't care about his situation, turned his face like turning over a book, "Master, help me figure it out, when will I get a wife! Can you tell the Buddha, please ask him to find me a wife soon Son?"

"..." Ye Chen rolled his eyes, and said slowly: "It's too much to let the monk solve your single problem for you. Don't worry, I will chant scriptures sooner or later, and pray that you will never find a wife in your life."

The man stayed for a long time, and then burst into tears.

Ye Chen stared at him speechlessly for a while, then walked away.

After walking for almost a month, I arrived in Putian.

At this time, it is about to open the altar to pass on precepts. Even though Southern Shaolin has always been relatively clean, it is very lively at this time. New precepts come from temples of descendants from all over the country, and there are also great virtuous monks from other temples who were invited to pass on precepts together. The number of people is much higher than usual.

Several Zhike monks stood outside the mountain gate, waiting to welcome the monk.

Ye Chen climbed up the mountain on foot. He had excellent eyesight and could see the statue of Wei Tuo in the gate hall from a distance, carrying the Wei Tuo pestle on his shoulder.This Wei Tuo pestle on the shoulders shows that this temple is very big and awesome. Monks who pass by can place orders here, and the temple has money for you to eat and drink for free.

Ye Chen didn't know if his coming here counted as a pending order, but according to Tianliu, his days of eating and drinking for nothing would be long...

But the Shaolin Temple family has a great career, so they shouldn't care about it.Ye Chen thought so, and had already walked outside the gate hall.

The Zhike monk came up to him, clasped his palms together and saluted, "Is this junior brother here to receive precepts?" He was a little uncertain, because most of the little bald heads were accompanied by elders, and Ye Chen was alone, full of travel and dust.

Ye Chen also returned the gift, "Come...to place an order."

He didn't know what to say about going to his uncle in Buddhism, so he simply said that he was here to place an order.

The Zhike monk sized him up a few times, but he was still puzzled, because Ye Chen seemed too independent even after receiving the precepts, "Which monastery do you come from?"

Ye Chen replied: "Xue Dou Temple, the dharma name is silent."

"Xue Dou Temple..." Zhike Monk thought about it for a long time, and suddenly woke up, "But Master Tianliu's uncle's disciple?"

"Exactly."

Zhike Monk remembered that he was called Junior Brother Ye Chen just now, so he hurriedly changed his name, "So it's Uncle Wuyin, please come in."

The Zhike monk brought Ye Chen to the Yunshui hall and invited him to drink tea here temporarily, while he went to report the news to the abbot.

Yunshuitang was the place to receive monks, and there were quite a lot of people at this time, the Zhike monk brought him here and left in a hurry, and Ye Chen was young, so no one noticed him.But Ye Chen didn't care too much, knowing that he would be too busy this time, so he should greet himself.He saw that there seemed to be only two people sitting at a table in the corner, so he walked over and asked casually, "Senior brothers, can we share a table?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Ye Chen always felt that the Yunshui hall was silent for a moment.

Taking a closer look, the two monks who were talking were in their thirties, with a bitter face and wise eyes.The other one, with red lips and white teeth, gentle demeanor, and extraordinary temperament, is the kind of person who can light up the whole room—not to mention his bald head, but his beauty, which is in stark contrast to the bitter face.

Kugualian glanced at Ye Chen, his lips moved, but he didn't speak.

Another beautiful monk smiled, "Please feel free, Junior Brother."

Ye Chen took his seat unceremoniously, but he was young and not tall, sitting on that stool, he was much shorter than the other two.

The beautiful monk was considerate, and even lifted the teapot to make a cup of tea for Ye Chen. His technique was quite sophisticated, and he looked like an expert at first glance, "Master, drink tea."

"Thank you, brother." Ye Chen took the cup without changing his face, feeling that many monks in Yunshui Hall were looking at him intentionally or unintentionally, as if they were a little envious?Ye Chen didn't think too much, held the cup skillfully, sniffed the aroma, and praised: "Pure and soft, good tea."

The slit-squeezed eyes of the bitter-melon-faced monk widened a little, and he said, "Master, can you taste tea?"

At the next moment, Ye Chen showed them the bottom of the teacup, gulped down the whole cup of tea in one breath, wiped off the tea dust from his lips with his sleeve when he put it down, and smacked his tongue before answering. Bitter melon face monk's words: "No."

Bitter Melon Face: "..."

The pretty monk didn't change his face, "Junior is good at kung fu, he drank a cup of hot tea in one breath, and his face didn't change."

Although he didn't show any disrespect, you could still feel his attitude subtly, he didn't approve of Ye Chen ruining good tea like this.And when everyone heard him point it out, they just woke up. The little monk drank the whole cup of hot tea in one go.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in Shaolin Temple, but this young monk was obviously not a disciple of Shaolin Temple in his clothes. Everyone looked at each other and found that no one knew him, and they didn't know which temple he belonged to.

"I don't know how to taste tea, and I'm thirsty, so I have to drink with cows. I'm so rude." Ye Chen said calmly.

The beautiful monk said indifferently: "No problem, are you still thirsty?"

"It's a pity, it's a pity." The bitter melon-faced monk said repeatedly, his pity, of course, is the pot of good tea.

Tianliu has good tea, and often uses tea to guide Ye Chen's Dharma. Under Ye Chen's ears and eyes, although he has gained knowledge, he can't learn how to taste tea.Tianliu often said that if one day he realized the Buddha's mind, he would be able to drink tea. Ye Chen laughed it off at that time, and drank Tianliu's whole pot of Rusi tea as plain water, which made Tianliu's heart ache.

So Ye Chen didn't feel anything about what the monk with bitter gourd face said. He had become a habit of wasting good tea.

"No more." Ye Chen shook his head, "Which Liao Zhang senior brother can help pour a big cup of cold boiled water?" The implication is that he feels a little disgusted that the tea of ​​the beautiful monk is not enough to quench his thirst.

What a taste!boy!The monks shouted in their hearts.

Ye Chen is not stupid, of course he can feel everyone's emotions, and he rolled his eyes in his heart, you monks really... value appearances!This is not good!