The Little Monk's Path to Physical Transcendence

Two cups of tea.

"Good tea!" Wu Hua lightly held up the teacup and sniffed the tea.

Hua Manlou put down the tea-making utensils in his hands, and picked up the folding fan at hand: "It seems that the tea is really good to be praised by Miao Seng Wu Hua."

The little monk sat between the two of them, and there were three people sitting at the small square table, but it didn't look crowded, on the contrary, it was just right.

The two people sitting across from each other are both extremely graceful and dignified, one is like the warm sun in the afternoon, the other is like the moonlight on the river, even the arcs of their smiles are subtly similar.It was obviously a friendly conversation, but there was a faint sense of repulsion between the two, which was puzzling.

"This time I came to visit rashly, but I have become a bad guest." Wu Hua put down the tea cup, smiling slightly.

Hua Manlou waved his folding fan, and said with a smile: "Where, the wonderful monk Wu Hua came to visit, and the shelter is full of splendor. If the hospitality is not good, please forgive me, master."

Both of them are people with a long history of knowledge, and they are more proficient in speaking politely than eating. The little monk looked left and right, but he couldn't understand what nonsense the two of them were talking about.

If Wuhua knew that she was not welcome, she shouldn't have come at all, and even said that she was a bad guest when she came. Do you still want them to comfort Wuhua?And Huamanlou is also true, if this small building is called "Bi She", then what is the name of the place where he lived before?And let Wuhua forgive the poor hospitality, if it wasn't for Huamanlou who never refuses the guests, he would have driven Wuhua out long ago!

The little monk was angry.

Wuhua and Huamanlou were still exchanging greetings one after another, pretending not to know that the little monk was fidgeting in his seat, as if nails were attached to the chair.

"The master came here from a long distance, and I don't know why?" Hua Manlou went around, and finally asked the real question.

The little monk cheered up, and finally he was willing to be honest for a while, with his ears pricked up, for fear of missing a sentence.

Wuhua glanced at the little monk, smiled wryly and said, "In a few days, there will be a half-month lecture in Shaolin, and the brother who is in charge of the lecture has some insights and retreats at this time. So the master asked me to temporarily act as the master. Passing by here, I saw Master Shi Xin acting chivalrously, so the poor monk talked with the master for a while, but he seemed to be misunderstood by the master."

In just a few words, he explained the cause and effect clearly, and he also explained why the little monk had a bad attitude towards him, and he didn't even mention the little monk's attitude, only saying that he was not good enough to make the little monk misunderstand. It is wronged and innocent.

The little monk only felt that the tea fragrance was stronger and annoying.

Hua Manlou listened to Wu Hua's speech with a smile, noncommittal.

"I didn't misunderstand." The little monk replied seriously, "But I don't want to have fate with you."

Wuhua's flawless smiling face froze slightly.

But Wuhua is Wuhua after all, she immediately realized that she looked at the little monk with a pair of eyes like a deep pool, her brows were slightly furrowed, if it was someone else, she would have to shout and agree to all his requests.

"Did I do something, the mage doesn't seem to like me very much?" Wuhua lowered her eyes and raised her eyebrows, her rose-colored lips turned slightly white from the exertion.

The little monk shook his head frankly: "It's not what you did, it's because I really don't like you."

"..." Even Wu Hua didn't know what to say, opened his mouth in vain but couldn't say a single word.

Hua Manlou came out at the right time to smooth things over: "The child is still young, so there are inevitably some imprudent words, master forgive me."

After finishing speaking, Hua Manlou raised the teacup on the table and raised his glass as a gesture.

Wuhua smiled lightly and shook her head, then raised her cup and took a sip, as if she had taken the step that wasn't a step.

Wu Hua has never met such a way of speaking, everyone is an adult, no matter how dissatisfied they are, they can still face it.What's more, where would the living be dissatisfied with Miao Seng Wuhua?

Even dead people are not necessarily dissatisfied with Wuhua.

Of course, Wuhua didn't make this trip specifically to say such a few words, let alone to be deflated.To make Wuhua tolerate a person like this, either the person is going to die soon, or there is still value to be used, and now the little monk is the latter.

As for Huamanlou, it is not within the scope of Wuhua's attention at all, if Lu Xiaofeng might be able to exchange a few eyes from Wuhua.

"This Shaolin lecture has put a lot of thought into it. Even a few uncles will come out to give lectures. The scene will be extremely grand. There will also be a vegetarian meal for seven consecutive days, with different dishes every day, and all of them have received the true biography of Uncle Bitter Gourd. "Wuhua said eloquently, such a grand scene seemed to be in front of her eyes, which made people fascinated.

Wuhua has already seen that the little monk doesn't like those false and true words, so she didn't make any more detours, and said bluntly: "It just so happens that the masters who lectured this time didn't want to be distracted by vulgar things, but let me pick up cheap ones to take care of them. The mage and the playboy don't dislike it, how about letting the poor monk entertain one or two?"

This is his main purpose.

Shaolin has become more and more pedantic these years, although it is a bit informal, but it can't stand the atmosphere in Shaolin Temple, almost all go out to place orders, or find another temple to put the name of Shaolin Temple.

For example, his master Master Tianfeng is like this. Of course, Putian Shaolin Temple is also a Shaolin Temple. It is a family, but not in one place.

He is so persistent in wanting to take the young monk to Shaolin, he is really anxious.The reputation of Miaoseng Wuhua is unrivaled in Shaolin, but the next Shaolin director's seat has not been seen to fall on him, and there are rumors that Wuxiang, who is not as good as him in everything, will be chosen as the next director. How could he bear this?

If the next host is not his Wuhua, then wouldn't their decades of planning be ruined!

So he can never tolerate someone with a better reputation than him, louder than him!

But this little monk who was only eight years old did something that even eight thousand Shaolin disciples could not do.In the past, when others mentioned Shaolin, they would definitely mention Wuhua, but now when they mention Shaolin, they all feel sorry that Shi Xin is not a Shaolin disciple, otherwise Shaolin's reputation will surely rise to a higher level.

How is this tolerable?

Shaolin Temple became more dull and depressing after expelling Master Jueyuan who secretly learned martial arts and retreated from the enemy, and Zhang Junbao who changed his name to Zhang Sanfeng from the self-supporting Wudang sect.

Now the abbot of Shaolin is Master Tianming, and he is of the same generation as Master Wuhua, Master Tianfeng.But Master Tianming's destiny is already high, and I'm afraid he won't be able to support it for too long. It is almost an urgent matter to choose the next abbot.

His brother Wuxiang is in charge of the Bodhidharma Academy, and he is the most disciplined, old-fashioned and pedantic, but he has won the favor of everyone.If he were to be in charge of Shaolin, wouldn't he have no place to live anymore!

Various vicious thoughts in Wuhua's heart kept circling, but her face was gentle and kind: "Master, would you like to swim with me? This kind of grand event only happens once a year. If you miss it, you may have to wait until next year."

The little monk clasped his fingers, hesitating.

If Wuhua made other requests, the little monk would definitely refuse without saying a word, but to go to Shaolin Temple... the little monk gently touched the top of his bald head with his fingers, and it seemed that he could still feel the temperature of the master's fingers.

Master would occasionally mention Shaolin Temple when telling stories, but he never mentioned it too much. Every time he mentioned it inadvertently, it seemed to be mixed with countless complicated emotions.The little monk used to not understand, but now the young monk seems to be able to understand gradually, the complex emotions mixed with longing, pity, regret, regret and a trace of hatred that is not obvious.

That was the past that Master never mentioned.

But Wuhua's invitation was definitely deceitful, and it was almost obvious that he was going to set a trap for him. The little monk didn't know whether he should take the risk or not.

Hua Manlou saw the little monk's hesitation, and asked softly, "Do you want to go?"

"...Hmm." The little monk replied sullenly.

Wuhua naturally saw that the little monk was not very interested, but so what, didn't he agree in the end?

"Since that's the case, it's the best. I don't know if Mr. Hua and the sorcerer will go with me, or leave after two days?" Wu Hua was very understanding.

The little monk was a little unhappy, and said sullenly: "We will figure out our own way, and you don't have to worry about it."

Huamanlou smiled apologetically at the right time.

Wuhua also showed a smile of "it's okay, children are not sensible, but I can't be as knowledgeable as him", and got up to leave.

Xiaolou was left behind by Wuhua, and the sun fell on Wuhua, casting a long shadow.

Wu Hua could have any bad intentions, she just wanted to be friends with the little monk.