The Little Monk's Path to Physical Transcendence

Teaching children is not easy though.But it cannot be ignored.

Hua Manlou talked seriously with the little monk for a long time, and finally let the little monk understand that he is not invincible. Even in this kind of arena, there are many people who can beat him, and many people can easily kill him .

Even if their martial arts are not as good as the little monk.

But killing people does not necessarily require martial arts.

The little monk didn't understand this truth at the beginning, so Hua Manlou taught him, guided him to establish correct concepts, and took good care of his little thoughts.

It's so good to have flowers all over the building, the little monk felt sincerely.

Not only because Hua Manlou is so gentle, but also because Hua Manlou is obviously stronger than him, but he is still willing to reason with him—like the master who is often unwilling to reason with him, because the master is the reason.

Now in the heart of the little monk, Huamanlou is the only existence of this and the master.

They were happy and harmonious, but Shangguan Feiyan who woke up wanted to suck blood from the two of them.

Such a shameful humiliation... Shangguan Feiyan held her somewhat dislocated face, her eyes were full of resentment.

The appearance she was so proud of was not only greatly reduced at this time, but even a little scary.No one's face is not scary after deformation, unless his original face is not straight.

But Shangguan Feiyan's facial features are not only very correct, but also a well-deserved beauty.

So when her face was almost disfigured by the little monk's stick, the little monk had become the most hated person in the world in her heart, even Shangguan Danfeng would have to shoot back.

"Monk? One day, I will use your bald head to light the lamp!" Shangguan Feiyan twisted her face and swore viciously.

Hua Manlou, who was practicing martial arts with the little monk, frowned slightly.

He didn't want to continue to care about it. It would be fine if Shangguan Feiyan woke up and left on her own, but it was obvious that she had no repentance for making such vicious oaths.

No matter how gentle and kind Hua Manlou was, he would inevitably frown at such behavior.

"If the girl wakes up, the small building is simple and crude, so I won't keep more girls." Hua Manlou rarely chases away guests.

Of course he wouldn't be afraid if he was the only one, but the little monk was too naive, and people who used hidden weapons would often use poison, but the little monk was the last thing he knew how to identify poison.

Shangguan Feiyan's face froze, and she pulled the wound on her face again, her resentment became even worse, but she didn't dare to say a word, she finally gave Xiaolou a glare and jumped out of the window, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Hearing her leaving, Hua Manlou finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't that he was afraid that Shangguan Feiyan would cause trouble again, but he was afraid that if Shangguan Feiyan stayed for a few more days, the little monk would have more questions waiting for him to answer.

At this moment, Hua Manlou sincerely felt that even following the big trouble of Lu Xiaofeng would be easier than teaching children.

But if Huamanlou chooses, it is more in his mind to teach the children.

Wouldn't an innocent child be much more interesting than Lu Xiaofeng?

"Hua Man Lou Hua Man Lou! What is this!" Just after heaving a sigh of relief, the little monk who had transformed into a hundred thousand whys ran over, bouncing over, as if he was still holding something in his hand.

Huamanlou raised the breath that he had let go just now.

The little monk briskly ran in front of Huamanlou, opened his clenched fist, and in the open palm was a small white flower, trembling weakly.

Huamanlou could only feel the fleeting fragrance of flowers on the tip of her nose, and a little warmth on her cheeks, mixed with the unique coolness of plants.

So the already soft heart softened to a mess again, put all the troubles behind her, and explained softly to the little monk who was stretching out his hand on tiptoe: "This kind of flower is called Xiaobaiju..."

The little monk opened his hands, and the white flower in his hand was against Hua Manlou's profile, as if he was kissing his own god.

Hua Manlou, who was still explaining gently, naturally didn't know what the little monk was thinking, let alone that the little monk had equated him with the gods on the mountain.In the young monk's heart, perhaps only the Bodhisattva that the master said can save all living beings can be the same as Huamanlou.

But the Bodhisattva wants to save all living beings, but Huamanlou only saves him.

So the little monk laughed, and gently handed the little flower in his hand to Huamanlou: "Thank you, Huamanlou!"

He really likes Huamanlou, just like he likes mountains.

Hua Manlou also laughed, and there seemed to be a hint of helplessness in his brows: "It's no use thanking you, today's pastries are gone!"

The little monk made a grimace and giggled: "I've had enough!" Then he jumped and ran out of the door of the small building. I have been shopping all over the street, and the small vendors around me always take a little more care of the little monk than others because of Huamanlou's face, which is specifically reflected in the fact that the little monk always pays more attention than others when he goes shopping.

The little monk who ran out of the door suddenly turned around and shouted: "I like Huamanlou so much! Huamanlou is the best!"

Hua Manlou held the little flower in both hands, smiled and shook her head: "It's really..."

What is it?In the end, I didn't say it.

However, the little monk changed from being so cautious at the beginning to not even dare to let his legs sway a little while sitting on a chair, and now he has become such a lively appearance, Hua Manlou is naturally happy.

If children are not lively, who can make them lively?

The liveliness of the little monk is only cute, but the liveliness of the adults is a bit out of place.

——This is naturally about Lu Xiaofeng who broke into the small building in the middle of the night.

Not only did Lu Xiaofeng come, but he also brought a voice that was better than that of the little monk. After sneaking in through the window, he couldn't wait to call Huamanlou, as if he was afraid that Huamanlou would disappear suddenly.

"Hua Manlou——Hua Manlou——" Lu Xiaofeng shouted as he walked into Huamanlou's room by familiar ways, and looked at the helpless Huamanlou with a silly smile.

Hua Manlou was wearing a robe, and "looked" at Lu Xiaofeng: "Keep your voice down, the little monk just fell asleep."

The smile on Lu Xiaofeng's face froze: "I thought you weren't a spoiled child."

"I'm not." Hua Manlou straightened his clothes, Shi Shiran sat down at the table, "It's just disturbing children's sleep, it seems that it's not something adults should do!"

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Huamanlou exaggeratedly, and suddenly laughed out loud.

He laughed exaggeratedly, not only leaning back and forth, but even burst into tears, soaking the corners of his eyes.

Hua Manlou seemed to know that he was going to laugh, so she silently poured a cup of tea and handed it to him just as he stopped.

"Hua Man Lou, Hua Man Lou, I didn't expect you to... Puff ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha." Lu Xiaofeng held a cup full of tea in his hand, couldn't help but began to lean back and forth again, but not a single drop of water splashed out.

There was a turning sound from the next room.

Lu Xiaofeng immediately shut up, and even swallowed the whole cup of tea to prove his innocence, but the smile in his eyes almost overflowed.

"You have something to do." It was obviously a question, but when Hua Manlou said it, it had become a statement.

The teacup spun around in the air and fell back to the table without making a sound.

The smile on Lu Xiaofeng's face seemed to fall along with the teacup: "Originally there was."

"Looks like there are now." Hua Manlou laughed.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "There are now, but I'm not going to talk about it."

Hua Manlou said: "If you're not going to say it, then you don't have to say it."

They are like this, if you want to speak, I will listen; if you don't want to speak, I will not ask.

Lu Xiaofeng seemed angry: "Then what if I want to say it?"

Hua Manlou smiled and said: "If you insist on talking, then I will have to listen!"

"Who made it impossible to close your ears." Lu Xiaofeng pretended to be sorry.

Hua Manlou also regretted it sincerely: "Yes, who can't close my ears?"

The two laughed together.

-

The little monk always got up very early, even earlier than Huamanlou.After waking up, it is the old homework that I am used to, such as practicing exercises, cooking, etc., doing this every day, and it has become a habit.

However, after getting up today, the little monk was going to practice in the yard when he heard a rustling noise from the kitchen, like a mouse.

The little monk immediately became serious. It is not a trivial matter to have mice in the kitchen, but it is a big matter concerning the stomach!

Because he was going to practice, the little monk held the Zen stick passed down by his master in his hand, and he turned to the kitchen when he was going to the yard, waiting to beat the mouse with the stick.

However, the sound became more and more strange as one walked towards the kitchen. There were not only small and broken sounds, but also mixed with the sounds of bowls and chopsticks colliding, benches being pulled, and chewing and swallowing.

It's people!

The little monk immediately realized that a mouse can't use bowls and chopsticks, let alone drag a bench, only human beings can do it.

Now that he is a human being, the little monk is even more serious.After Huamanlou's teachings like telling stories in the past few days, the little monk has already understood how terrible poison/medicine is, and even more understands that places like the kitchen are not allowed to enter by outsiders!

The little monk pushed open the kitchen door, and with all his strength, drew the Zen staff in a big circle from the top of his head, and it was a blow!

A big red cloak flew over the head of the little monk like crazy, and the bench where the big red cloak was sitting on collapsed into pieces, and was rammed into the pit by this stick!

This stick was earth-shattering. The little monk stretched both hands behind his back, and the Zen staff held by both hands almost touched the ground, and then swung it in front of the little monk. Not to mention the wooden bench in front, it was just an iron lump It's the same fate.

"What's the matter?" The man wearing the red cloak was naturally Lu Xiaofeng. At this moment, he was still holding the rice bowl in his hand, and his face was full of bewilderment.

Naturally, it was impossible for Hua Manlou not to not hear such a big commotion. He was already standing in front of the kitchen door, only a few seconds away from the stick thrown by the little monk.

The little monk looked back at Lu Xiaofeng, then looked at the big hole he had made on the ground, silently retracted his Zen staff, stretched out his feet in vain to try to fill the hole, but because the hole was more than three or four times bigger than his feet, , even more startling.

The little monk hesitated for a moment, tried to hide his feet behind, and looked downcast: "I'm sorry, you can punish me."

Huamanlou and Lu Xiaofeng's thinking overlapped strangely: Although the little monk looks very pitiful, but...

Kind of funny.