Sacrifice

After three years of cultivation, He Lingfeng has already reached the fourth level of Qi Refining, and the speed is not uncomfortably fast.

At first, Hui Fei was quite surprised, fearing that He Lingfeng's eagerness for success would be unstable in the future, so he went to look for Xiangwu from Luohan Hall, but Xiangwu just smiled and said nothing for a long time: "Everything Follow fate."

Hui Fei immediately understood.

It turns out that this kid Jiemo is a person with a big background and big bones! !

No wonder they lost it in Tallinn!If it is placed in the outer court of Luohan Hall, it will not be eaten alive by those outer court disciples! ?

After figuring out the reason, Hui Fei treated He Lingfeng better and better, and from time to time explained to He Lingfeng some precautions for cultivation.

After more than 20 years of Buddhist nurturing in his previous life, He Lingfeng's attainments in Buddhism cannot be said to be very high, but he is better than most of the beginner disciples. Moreover, he has the fire attribute of heavenly roots, and his cultivation is natural and extremely simple.

What's more, when Xiangwu inspected He Lingfeng's Buddha nature, he saw a lotus platform in the golden Buddha's light. When he reported this incident, he immediately alarmed many monks who were practicing in the temple.

Many old monks advocated bringing He Lingfeng to practice immediately. They discussed for a long time, and finally decided by a certain Buddha who stayed in Wuyin Temple to practice. , if the mind is complicated, even if the talent is outstanding, it is difficult to become a master. This child is only four years old and has an unstable mind, so let's wait and see.

He Lingfeng has been staying in Tallinn for the past two years. It seems that no one pays attention to it. In fact, many monks have secretly observed it.

The relics enshrined in the Buddhist pagodas in the Pagoda Forest do not look at the light. If people with dirty minds, it is impossible to touch the remains of these sages. He Lingfeng usually pays no attention to these relics, and he often holds them directly with his hands. In the bone box in the pagoda, the other hand wiped it with a rag, making the peeping old monks feel ashamed.

——Hey, hey, let go of that box, that's the poor monk's master/master uncle/master ancestor/master uncle ancestor/master uncle ancestor Zuzu! !

Although the monks complained about He Lingfeng's act of wiping the relic box with a rag, the relics did not reject He Lingfeng, and sometimes even slipped from the box into He Lingfeng's hands automatically ==

He Lingfeng was a little curious at the beginning, but later he lost any interest. When those relics slipped into his hands, he would always throw them in with a blank expression ==

For the sake of their own fragile hearts, the old monks gradually withdrew their gazes of observation. After discussing secretly, they decided that Fa Ru, who had brought He Lingfeng to the temple, would teach He Lingfeng.

Zen master Faru was very happy, and he often sent Xiangwu to investigate this son's behavior, and he was pleased to find that although this son was young, he was sincere, willing to help others, brave to endure hardships, and could endure loneliness.

That being the case, as soon as Zen Master Faru gave He Lingfeng the precepts after enlightenment, he immediately decided to take this apprentice in.

Now that he had made a decision, Zen Master Faru sent someone to call his disciple Bojia, "You are the head of the Yaowang Academy, have you ever met a disciple named Jiemo?"

Zen Master Faru was very thoughtful, and decided to communicate with his eldest disciple before accepting his apprentice.

Bodhisattva was taken aback for a moment, "Jie Mo?"The little monk that senior brother Puyun often takes with him?

He clasped his hands together, nodded and said, "Reporting to Master, my disciple has seen it before. Brother Puyun often explained the classics and scriptures to him, and this child often helped his brother guard the medicine fields. He seemed to like it quite a bit, and pestered him whenever he had nothing to do." Brother asked about the medicinal properties of many herbs, etc., he is a good boy."

Faru nodded in satisfaction, "As a teacher, you want to accept him as an apprentice, what do you think?"

Bodhisattva thought for a while and smiled, "Jiemo is a good boy. If Master likes it, he can mention it to the abbot. It's just that he is still young and his cultivation level is not good enough to be a teacher. I'm afraid he doesn't conform to the rules of the temple."

"Amitabha, it's all right. He is a child rescued by the teacher. Let me talk to the abbot, and he should be able to do it."

After hearing this, Bodhisattva was also very happy. He was simple-minded, and he liked to tend the medicine field more than to cultivate. He didn't care about the matter of the robes and bowls at all. Have you studied Buddhist scriptures?

He Lingfeng didn't know these things at all, he just ran happily towards Yaowangyuan, it would be best if Puyun allowed him to take care of the medicinal field where the most precious medicinal herbs were planted before leaving.

There are many medicine fields in Yaowangyuan, and He Lingfeng can only guard the ordinary medicine fields on weekdays, and Puyun can only take him to the more precious medicine fields.

But this time when Pu Yun went out, it seemed that he was going to take out the monk who usually took care of the precious medicine fields, so He Lingfeng decided to make good use of this opportunity to add some spice to his little red.

After talking to the guard of Yaowangyuan, He Ling came to Puyun's small courtyard with ease, and saw the monk who usually followed Puyun coming out with a big basket in his arms.

"Brother, brother, where's Uncle Puyun?"

The monk's eyes flickered when he saw He Lingfeng, he put down the big basket in his hand, and touched He Ling's beautiful head with a smile, "Is the little precept not up to you today? From today onwards, you will be called Puyun." Grand Master Uncle!"

He Lingfeng's mouth opened into an O shape, what a long prefix! !

"The abbot is from the generation of Bo, and his dharma name is Bohua."

"..." There are so many slots in this name.

"Below the Bodhisattva generation are the deacons of various halls and courtyards. They are the Xiangzi generation, and then there are the specific stewards, the Wisdom generation, and finally you little monks of the Jie generation."

He Lingfeng looked at his senior brother who always smiled at him on weekdays, but became reserved today, and his heart moved.

He tilted his head and asked curiously, "What about senior brother?"

"Master Uncle!" The corner of the monk's lips curled up slightly, "You don't know Xiaojie, I'm a disciple of Prajna Hall, not a disciple of Yaowangyuan!"

He Lingfeng instantly understood his feelings. He usually came to look for Puyun, but in the eyes of others, he was actually climbing a high branch?

He couldn't help but sigh with emotion, even a quiet place of Buddhism can't make people let go of resentment and hatred, greed, hatred and ignorance, it really is unpredictable!

Thinking of this, he immediately changed his attitude, and smiled brightly at the monk in front of him, "Prajna Hall? I heard that the masters and uncles in the Prajna Hall are very powerful, so it turns out that the uncle is a disciple of the Prajna Hall?!"

He Lingfeng showed an exaggerated expression, and the childish voice was full of natural childishness and sincerity, making people unable to help but believe it, "I am so lucky to know my uncle!"

The monk was slightly pleased when he heard the words, and looked at He Lingfeng again, he didn't find it an eyesore, he said casually, "Uncle Puyun is not here for the time being, you can wait here for a while, I have something to do, let's go first .”

He picked up the big basket on the ground and smiled slightly, "These are the herbs that the Bodhisattva asked for. If they are not delivered in time, it may delay the refining of the Bodhisattva master's uncle!"

"Then Master, hurry up! It's a great sin to delay Master!" He Lingfeng was even more straightforward, and he immediately waved goodbye.

--cut!He didn't bother to pay attention to this guy! !

"Yo, you little baby's face is changing really fast!"

A slightly joking voice sounded from behind, and He Lingfeng was startled, but then calmed down again.

This is the courtyard of the deacon of the Yaowangyuan of Wuyin Temple, if there is any danger, just rely on his ability, and it is useless to be frightened.

When he turned around, he saw a big monk reclining on the beams under the porch, eating chicken legs! ! ! ! !

Wait, I wipe!drumstick! !

He Lingfeng's eyes turned red.

How long has he not eaten meat?!

At this moment, he left aside the Wucai Temple, the clear rules and regulations, and the cultivation of the mind.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, he used Shaolin Qinggong to cross the river with a reed. The golden light and shadow flashed under his feet, and countless swastikas gathered into a huge golden plate under his feet. The great monk on the beam runs away!

The great monk was shocked, he had never seen this kid's flying skill before! !

I haven't been back to the temple for many years. Could it be that those bald donkeys in the Bodhidharma Academy have come up with new tricks? !

Before he could react, the little monk rushed over like a cannonball. The big monk laughed, and his big palm like a cattail fan pressed down like a mountain, and lightly touched the little monk's forehead.

Sure enough, the little monk was defeated, well, it is as easy as drinking water to play with this kid with his cultivation base, but he didn't want to...

The little monk turned over and fell to the ground, flipping his hands, why is my chicken leg that I wiped in his hands! ! ! ! ?

——The master's special dragon gripper, one grasping one is accurate, the best choice for brushing heads! !

The great monk's face was livid, he looked at his empty palm, turned over and got off the beam.

How long has it been since He Lingfeng smelled meat?

At the moment, he doesn't care that it was the big monk who gnawed it, he threw away his cheeks and ate it fiercely, his mouth is small, and the speed of partial growth is fast enough, and in a few seconds, only bones are left in the drumstick ==

The big monk was so angry that he looked at the little monk who was puffing out his cheeks and covering his mouth with his hands, for fear that the chicken would fall out, and said with a dark face, "Boy! You are violating the precepts!!"

He Lingfeng blinked, yeah?As soon as he saw the chicken, he actually threw away the silly cuteness he had pretended for two years! !

He felt very sad, what a mistake!

You know, he just kept the precepts today!

Monk Xiangwu's serious face is still lingering in his mind!

If he was really thrown into the Discipline Academy, he would be too ashamed...

Thinking of this, he rolled his eyes, looked at the oil on the monk's skirt, swallowed the chicken desperately, and said crisply, "You taught me!"

"..." The expression on the face of the great monk froze, I think this is a slap in the face! !

The great monk was dumbfounded, the kid in front of him rolled his eyes, he was extremely excited at first glance, judging by his cultivation... huh?He was already at the fourth level of Qi refining, and he could tell from his face that this child was still young, with such a cultivation level at such a young age, and such a disposition towards him, the monk became more and more satisfied the more he looked at it, and his heart was moved.

He doesn't go back to the temple all year round, one is impatient with his disciples nagging every day, and the other is impatient with the rules and regulations, it's rare to see such a good seedling when he goes back to the temple, if he doesn't take the opportunity to snatch it away, how can he be worthy of his wine and meat monk name? !

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly like a weasel, "Xiaowa, do you want to take this old man as your teacher?"

He Lingfeng was stunned.

"Follow me, there is meat to eat!"

He Lingfeng's eyes lit up.

He said cheerfully, "Deal!"

Fajing, a monk named Jiurourou, has a bright head, thick ears and drooping ears, long white eyebrows hanging down to his shoulders, a red face, a wretched smile, wearing a tattered gray robe, with bare chest and breasts. The most stinky, the strongest, the god-cultivating Bodhisattva who makes friends all over the world and has enemies all over the place.

From the day he abducted He Lingfeng away, fate took a turn and ran in an unpredictable direction.