The Little Monk's Path to Physical Transcendence

"Wuhua?" The little monk tilted his head, not having the slightest impression of the name.

So the little monk happily decided to think about the problem of no flowers later, and it is more important to solve the scarred face and red turban that is still kneeling.

"Hurry up and lose money!" The little monk said fiercely, "You will have to pay for the things you broke and the money you didn't pay!"

Behind the little monk, the shopkeeper hesitated to speak, and finally gave up the idea of ​​persuasion, with a skilled smile on his face again.

There is such a little young hero who acts chivalrously and righteously, what else is there to say?

The two people kneeling on the ground wanted to cry without tears. They took out the few taels of silver on their bodies and tremblingly raised them above their heads. They didn't dare to blink their eyes, for fear that their heads would be like that piece of broken wood in the blink of an eye. Broken into powder.

"Enough is enough." The shopkeeper took over the broken silver with shaking hands, without looking at how much it was, and shouted that enough was enough.

He is not one of those green forest heroes and strong men in the rivers and lakes. He still has to do business in the future. If he offended someone severely today, what can he do if he comes to seek revenge in the future?Little Shaoxia won't stay in the store all the time.

The little monk also thought of this, raised his fist and threatened: "Don't let me see you on this street in the future, do you hear me?"

"I heard it! I heard it! We will change our minds and be a new man in the future, and we will never dare again!" The two nodded their heads, and they swore very skillfully.

Although the little monk didn't believe what they said, it seemed that they would have to take a detour when they saw the signboard of Hongfulou in the future, so they didn't care about it.

After all, the goal is achieved.

After the little monk finished processing, the dishes just came out of the pan, and they were neatly placed in the lunch box, and the shopkeeper also gave an extra serving of snowy bean paste - just what the scarface and the red scarf ordered but didn't have time to eat .

After losing the money, the two ran away, thinking that they would never eat again.

"This snowy bean paste looks simple, but in fact it takes the most effort." The shopkeeper was afraid that the young man would not accept it, so he hurriedly introduced, "This is a method that came from the north. The outer layer is made with egg whites. Yes, there is nothing else, the mouth is soft and fragrant, would you like to try it?"

Looking at the snow-white dim sum, the little monk was very shaken in his heart, but he still shook his head firmly: "I'll eat it when I get home."

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and then laughed clearly: "Yes, I was confused! Then I won't stay any longer, so as not to worry your family. When you come to my place in the future, just say what you want to eat, and I will never accept you penny!"

"That won't work." The little monk shook his head principledly, "The money still has to be paid. Then I'm leaving, see you later, the shopkeeper!"

"See you later!" The shopkeeper smiled so hard that he couldn't see his eyes, and waved repeatedly.

The little monk was about to leave with the big food box in his arms, completely ignoring Wu Hua who was standing beside him.Wuhua was not annoyed, and still with a slight smile, he followed the little monk unhurriedly.

"Meeting is fate, isn't the mage willing to say a few words with me?" He lowered his eyelids slightly, and his eyelashes cast two thin shadows on his face.

"I meet a lot of people every day. Is it possible that I have a destiny with everyone?" The little monk hugged the food box in his arms, suspecting that it was someone who wanted to eat.

This can't be done, the meal ordered today is only enough for him and Hua Manlou, even if Lu Xiaofeng comes, he still has to go out to eat, this person just wants to eat out of fate?No way!

He saw it just now. There is nothing in this person's seat except the free tea in the restaurant. He must be unable to afford food and want to touch porcelain!If he speaks well, the little monk will certainly not turn a blind eye, maybe he will spend his own money to treat him to a meal in the restaurant.

But when he showed such an attitude, the little monk immediately became unwilling, and held his big food box vigilantly, for fear that this person would rush up and start a fight if he disagreed with him.

Fights can be fought, but meals cannot be lost!

Wuhua smiled slightly, and for a moment it seemed that even the sky brightened a little.He opened his mouth softly, every word seemed to be reciting Sanskrit: "They have a destiny with you, so I can naturally have a destiny with you. What does the fate of others have to do with me?"

This is playing Jifeng, but unfortunately he didn't understand a single word of the scriptures that the little monk had recited since he was a child. It is definitely the wrong person to ask the little monk to fight Jifeng with him.

The little monk became a little impatient, and silently quickened his pace: "Then what does the fate you mentioned have anything to do with me? Fate is in your mouth, you can say whatever you want, but it has nothing to do with me!"

Wu Hua then increased her speed, but she still seemed not in a hurry, with a leisurely and contented look: "Master, the Dharma is indeed exquisite."

"?" The little monk was finally willing to look up, and gave Wu Hua a look of "I'm afraid you are not a fool", and finally lost his patience completely.

With the movement of his heart, the little monk jumped and landed on the roof a few times, dodged a few times and flipped over several roof ridges, and before leaving, he said "I'm going home for dinner, if you can't afford restaurants, go home too!" Said it was very kind.

Wuhua didn't follow, he came this time to be friends with the little monk, how could he do such a hot and annoying thing?But thinking of the little monk's eyes and those words just now, Wu Hua lightly recited a Buddhist mantra, her drooping eyelids covered the rolling haze in her eyes, anyone would think she was a high-ranking monk.

"Amitabha."

The little monk sighed to Hua Manlou: "He is so strange, he actually said that my Dharma is profound! Did he not listen carefully in class?"

Hua Manlou smiled and shook his head: "Miao Seng Wu Hua is the one who has profound Buddhist teachings. Not only that, but his poems and paintings are superb, and Su Zhai is on par with Master Kugua. He never flatters others. Let us Shixin are born Buddhist disciples."

In fact, Hua Manlou has long discovered that the young monk has excellent roots in martial arts and excellent comprehension.If this kind of root is released, I am afraid that some top masters who have not been born for a long time will also have the idea of ​​​​receiving apprentices. If the young monk's martial arts has reached the point where ordinary people can't say such words about accepting apprentices, I am afraid that someone would have already spoken.

However, Hua Manlou always thought that this kind of talent was only in martial arts, but he didn't expect that the young monk also had such a root of wisdom in Buddhism.Although the little monk has always regarded himself as a monk, his way of handling things does not have the feeling of a monk, which is often forgotten by people.

Not to mention that the young monk actually doesn't like boring scriptures at all. Compared with scriptures, various scripts are more favored by young monks.

On the contrary, Wuhua is a very standard monk. Everyone will say that he is the most outstanding disciple in this generation of Shaolin when they mention him. It's a pity that the next Shaolin master chooses Wuxiang who is far inferior to him.

"I don't like him very much." The little monk frowned.

It was hard for him to describe that feeling, but he just intuitively reminded the little monk that there was something wrong with Wuhua, even if Wuhua didn't do anything at all.

But the flowerless appearance always reminded the little monk of the mushrooms in the mountains, the more gorgeous and eye-catching, the more dangerous.

Huamanlou also frowned. After Jin Jiuling's incident, Huamanlou paid more attention to the young monk's feelings. Perhaps it was because the young monk often had to deal with wild animals when he was in the mountains, so he always had a beast instinct.

Not liking Wuhua is not a big deal, and Huamanlou is not trying to turn the little monk into a living Bodhisattva who loves the world and saves all living beings—even if Huamanlou asks himself to do so, he still does so.

But Huamanlou knows very well that "be stricter with oneself and more lenient with others".

What he was worried about was that Wuhua had never had any contact with the little monk, and suddenly came to strike up a conversation with the little monk, and made the little monk feel uncomfortable. Could it mean that the little monk had been targeted by him?

Unknowingly, Huamanlou's way of thinking began to change from "what to do without flowers" instead of "what's wrong with no flowers".

"He's so strange!" The little monk repeated again, "It's like... just like Jin Jiuling did to Lu Xiaofeng before!"

The feeling of approaching, no matter how well Wuhua disguised it, was still smelled by the little monk who had the instinct of a beast.

"So that's how it is!" Hua Manlou suddenly realized.

Deliberately approaching a person is nothing more than friendship or murder.But Wuhua has no grievances or enmity with the little monk, and no secrets have been broken by the little monk, so it can only be for friendship.But since this kind of friendship makes the little monk uncomfortable, it means that he must not simply want to be friends with the little monk, but to take advantage of him!

Just like Jin Jiuling did to Lu Xiaofeng!

"From today onwards, don't go out alone." Hua Manlou looked serious.

What is terrible in this arena is never martial arts, but endless conspiracies and tricks!

No matter how good the little monk's martial arts are, what's the use of it? If someone leads him into a trap, he doesn't even need to kill or maim the little monk. Just pour some dirty water on the little monk, and then how can the little monk fight against those who are in the trap? An old fox who has been immersed in intrigue for decades?

What's more, although the young monk has high martial arts skills, but has no power behind him, he is really the best target to be framed.Isn't even Lu Xiaofeng, who has already achieved a great reputation, always remembered by others?

Hua Manlou has always liked to think of the good of things, and also of people, and has never been willing to doubt anyone without authorization.But for the little monk, all these "always" are nothing compared to a "possibility".

On the little monk, Hua Manlou panicked.

The little monk didn't know Hua Manlou's worry, but he could see the situation clearly. He quietly glanced at the dazzled expression on Manlou's face, and immediately made a serious promise: "I will definitely not go out alone!"

"Good boy." Hua Manlou suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and showed a smile that was the same as usual, "Is it okay to order the dishes of Hongfulou's house in the past few days, and I will have someone deliver them to the house?"

"Okay!" The little monk's eyes lit up, completely forgetting why he couldn't go out alone, and cheered immediately.

The sweet-scented osmanthus fell in a whirl and fell into the teacup, causing ripples.

The little monk snuggled up beside Huamanlou, feeling deeply bored.

In the past few days, he really ate Hongfulou's food every day, but the little monk completely lost his freedom. No matter where he went, he had to go with Huamanlou, which made the little monk feel a little uncomfortable.

It's not that the little monk doesn't like Huamanlou, it's just that after enjoying the freedom of going out alone, being with Huamanlou makes the little monk's rebellious little feet crazily tempt on the edge of crossing the border.

Then all attempts failed.

So it became the little monk and Hua Manlou paralyzed at home together, Hua Manlou read, played the piano, played chess, tasted tea and watered the flowers, and the little monk ate and slept, practiced kung fu, read scriptures, ate and slept.

The claws of the little monk's scourge finally extended to the book itself.

"Huamanlou, don't you think this kind of book should be promoted?" The little monk looked at the special book in Huamanlou's hand with a serious face, "Look, Jin Jiuling has blinded so many people this time. If they can’t read books, how boring they will be!”

Hua Manlou put down the book in his hand, turned his head slightly to show that he was listening carefully.

The little monk became even more enthusiastic: "Also, there are many people who may not be able to see at the beginning, and then they can't do many things after they can't see, but everyone should be able to read! My master said that reading books clearly , Reading is definitely a good thing!"

"Reading is of course a good thing, but not everyone can afford it!" Hua Manlou nodded in agreement first, and then corrected the young monk's naive idea of ​​ignorance of the sufferings of the world.

"Many healthy children are unable to read and go to school, and even never see a book or know a word in their whole life, let alone have disabled children!"

What Huamanlou didn't say is that when some families have too many children to support, they will give away or sell their children. This is even better. Some parents will simply throw them away when they see that their children are deformed and cannot afford them. Or just kill it!

But there is no need to say this to the little monk.

"Ah..." The little monk really didn't expect this, and instantly fell down, "But..."

But what, the little monk couldn't continue.

Because there are customers coming.

Or an uninvited guest who is not welcome by the owner.

Dressed in white, with a bald head, it is Wuhua.