Refusing to work overtime for the teacher

With Xie Ling's blow, the white ash mixed with milk fell on Xiao Xun's forehead with a slap.The mud-water mixture splashed, even more bluntly painted Xiao Xun into a painted face.

Xiao Xun was much more embarrassed than Xie Ling, he could also imagine what he looked like, and said with a sad look: "Brother Chen, why are you so ruthless!"

Xie Ling: "It deserves it."

Xie Ling turned around and left.Xiao Xun's expression changed, he showed a smile, and lightly hooked his finger on the wall of the White House, saying: "Then I'm not welcome."

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A drop of milk flew towards Xie Ling, where it landed on the back of Xie Ling's uncovered neck.Xie Ling didn't turn her head back, she also tapped her fingertips to make the drop of milk go back the same way.

Xiao Xun dodged it lightly, and repeated his tricks, getting a drop of milk from the wall to "attack" Xie Ling.

He also shouted: "You can hide, but you can't use spiritual power!"

This guy just wants to play.

Then play with him.

Xie Ling first turned sideways and then turned around, avoiding the dripping water, flicking his sleeve lightly, made a mixture of milk, honey, white and ash that could be described as "a strand", and hit Xiao Xun on the head with a slap, pouring him into a drowned chicken.

Xiao Xun was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head with his hands on his hips, and said in dissatisfaction, "You are too ruthless, aren't you?"

As he said this, he kept walking, and approached Xie Ling in an instant, grabbed Xie Ling's shoulder with his hands on his hips, leaned his head on Xie Ling's body, and rubbed everything against Xie Ling's cheeks and neck.

This move was really unexpected by Xie Ling. Who would have thought that people playing this game would use themselves as "weapons"? Regardless of how dirty Xiao Xun's head was, he slapped it and pushed the head away .

"You two, it seems inappropriate to play around on other people's roofs?"

An old voice sounded, it was difficult to tell where it came from, and it seemed to come from all directions. The words did not mean to condemn, but it made people feel peaceful and tranquil.

Xiao Xun's expression immediately became serious, he performed a cleansing technique on himself and Xie Ling, took Xie Ling off the roof, came to the footpath outside the palace, clasped his hands together and saluted: "Sorry, we were the ones who were rude."

"The humbleness of the human world?" the voice asked.

"It's right here." Xiao Xun said.

After that, the voice stopped speaking.The wind in the mountains is turning fast, but what is mixed with it is the laughter of the people who are working.

Xie Ling was sure of Xiao Xun, and asked him with his eyes if he knew who was speaking just now.

Xiao Xun smiled at him.

It means to know.Xie Ling felt turbulent again: Xiao Xun's understanding of Xueyu and Xueyu Tantric is really deep.

A monk walked towards Xie Ling and Xiao Xun. He was wearing a dark red monk's robe and a pair of straw woven shoes. He was young, with dark skin, and the curiosity of the two was hidden in his eyes.

The young monk bowed to Xie Ling and Xiao Xun: "Both benefactors, Master Mencuo welcomes you."

"Please ask little master to lead the way." Xiao Xun said with a smile.

The young monk led the two into the White House.

The dome of the hall is very high, about twice as much as the ordinary room; red candles are lit on all sides, but the hall is not bright, because there are no windows, and the sky cannot penetrate.

There are many Buddha statues here, some holding forks and glaring, some sitting upright, with different Dharma appearances.The one in the middle of the main hall is at least three feet high, with a golden body and a silver seat, embellished with jade and agate. It is exquisitely carved and painted.

In addition to the monks of Tantric Buddhism, there are also believers who come to worship in front of one Buddha statue after another.They recite scriptures in a low voice and bow down to those Buddhas devoutly.

Xie Ling once again felt that Tantrism was more religious than other practice sects.

The young monk led them up to the second floor. The stairs here are steep and steep. Ordinary people without cultivation level have to hold on to the handrails to go up.

After another long corridor, the young monk stopped and said to Xie Ling and Xiao Xun: "The master is right in front, you two, please go on your own."

Xiao Xun smiled: "Thank you, little master."

It is open-air here, and when you look up, you can see the Yellow Palace built not far away, and when you turn around, you can see the red wall at a higher place.

Xiao Xun said to Xie Ling, "Let's go" in a low voice, and walked along the road.Passing the corner, I saw an old monk sitting cross-legged, also wearing a crimson monk's robe, holding a string of rosary beads in his hand, the beads were shiny and watery.

His realm is traveling to the top of the world.The whole body breath is very peaceful.

"You must be Master Mencuo." Xiao Xun clasped his palms together and bowed to him.Xie Ling was behind him, nodding in greeting.

The old monk raised his eyes, looked at Xiao Xun first, then looked around Xie Ling, returned his eyes to Xiao Xun, and smiled: "Our monks can't argue with you in the sutra debate meeting."

Xiao Xun did not conceal his name and identity when he was debating scriptures at Nada Temple.

Xiao Xun also smiled, full of humility: "It's a fluke."

The old monk twirled the rosary in his hand and shook his head: "You want to let the Tantric sect know you and get to know you with such a big fanfare, presumably there is a purpose."

His words were very straightforward, Xiao Xun didn't beat around the bush, and directly stated his purpose: "I want to see the current Living Buddha of Tantra."

Although Tantra is one sect, the person who holds the greatest authority is not called the "suzerain" but the "living Buddha".According to Xiao Xun's understanding of Tantrism, only the current living Buddha could cure Xie Ling's injury.

"If you have a predestined relationship with the Living Buddha, you will see him," said the old monk.

"What does Master mean, is that the current fate is not enough?" Xiao Xun's thoughts changed, and he understood what the old monk meant.

The old monk smiled slightly, but did not comment.

Xiao Xun bowed to him again: "Thank you, master, for your guidance."

Xiao Xun knew this truth very well, and wanted to leave with Xie Ling, but the old monk looked at Xie Ling and said, "You spend a lot of time in Nanjia Palace, but the Red Palace won't let you go." go."

Xie Ling was slightly startled, and responded: "Thank you."

Xie Ling saluted him, turned around together with Xiao Xun, and left.Xie Ling was not nervous, and his mind was very relaxed.Since the master here allowed him to visit the Nanga Palace, he naturally would not waste this opportunity.He was wearing the Immortal Miracle Pendant, this magic weapon, even if the Living Buddha of the Esoteric School came personally, he might not be able to see through it.And he heard that the Living Buddha had lived in the highest place of the Red Palace for a long time, so he would not go downstairs easily.

In addition to one Buddha statue after another in Nanga Palace, there are also scriptures after scriptures. They are placed in visible positions, but they are all locked and cannot be taken down to read carefully.

Xie Ling only visited the Buddha statues and buildings here.Xiao Xun walked beside him, occasionally looking around, hoping to meet the Living Buddha here.Unfortunately, this expectation was not realized.

After walking around, Xiao Xun took Xie Ling to leave from the side door of Nanjia Palace, and walked down the mountain on a small path.

Most of the people were still busy outside Nanga Palace, only a few small shops opened in the city, it was very deserted.The summer in the snowy area is short, and as soon as August passes, the trees beside the road begin to shed their leaves.Standing on the street, Xiao Xun stretched his waist, and said to Xie Ling with a smile: "It can be regarded as something rewarding."

Xie Ling was thinking all the way, frowned slightly, and asked Xiao Xun: "That master saw you because you were famous at the sutra debate meeting, why did he see me?" There are many turns in Nanga Palace.

"Probably because I can't bear to separate you and me." Xiao Xun said with a smile.

Xie Ling: "..."

Seeing that Xie Ling lowered his face, Xiao Xun restrained his smile, and his expression became more serious: "He should have seen something, or in other words, that Living Buddha saw something."

Xie Ling thought so too.

"Starting today, I won't go to Nada Temple to debate scriptures." Xiao Xun said again.

"The purpose of debating scriptures has been achieved, which is to let people from Tantric Buddhism see me. And this living Buddha is a chess fanatic. Two days later will be the Gongpot Festival in the snowy area. I will go to the ceremony to play a game of chess and try to attract him."

Although it is said that there is a predestined relationship between Buddha and Buddha, since the predestined relationship with Buddha is not enough, we have to resort to some means.

Xie Ling heard Xiao Xun say this, blinked very lightly, and said: "You don't have to do so much for me." Xiao Xun provided him with a way of thinking, a possibility, and the rest is up to him do it yourself.

The wind in Zhaocheng was as reckless as the sun, passing through the street, swirling low and high, instantly blowing Xie Ling's hair into the air, but it was lingering and not messy, on the contrary, there was a sense of bias.

Xiao Xun looked at him, and there was a smile in his eyes again: "You don't need to be burdened, I like you, it's my business, I'm very happy to be able to do this for you."

Then Bi took Xie Ling's arm and continued to move forward.

After a while, he said again: "It's almost noon, I'll be home in a while, I'll cook hot pot, the yak meat seller has opened."

It was noon, and the sun came out of the sky, shining brightly on the city.Xiao Xun bought a lot of vegetables, returned to the courtyard, and headed into the kitchen.

Xie Ling has always been away from the kitchen, because he knows where his level is, so he paints in the yard under the brightest daylight of the day.But the weather was really not good that day. After a quarter of an hour or two, the cloud came again and covered the sun.

The sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen, full of rhythm and rhythm.Xie Ling was attracted by the sound, but she couldn't tell what dish or ingredients were being prepared.Xie Ling wanted to go and have a look, but now that the light is bad, he doesn't want to continue painting.

Xie Ling put down her pen, walked to the kitchen, and opened the door.

The spicy and delicious aroma of the hot pot is coming out, the bottom of the pot is burning on the stove, a lot of dishes are prepared on the desk, and the rest is still being processed, Xiao Xun is busy and orderly.

"Master?" He saw Xie Ling approaching, and after being surprised, he smiled, "Didn't Master seldom go into the kitchen? What are you doing here?"

This man was chopping meat while speaking, and his words were accompanied by the thump of the kitchen knife hitting the cutting board.

Xie Ling couldn't say "I just came to see it", and changed it to: "I came to see if you need help."

"I'm going to slice a fish, get some coriander beef balls, and fry a plate of crispy meat." Xiao Xun said.

Xie Ling: "..." It's all he can't do, his role is limited to picking vegetables, peeling garlic, cooking noodles and boiled eggs.

Xie Ling was unwilling to come this trip in vain, picked up the tray in the kitchen, put the dishes prepared by Xiao Xun on it one by one, and brought them to the main hall.

"Master—Father—"

The sound of dong dong dong stopped, and when Xie Ling fell over the threshold, Xiao Xun shouted.

"What?" Xie Ling tilted her head.

Xiao Xun rolled his eyes and smiled at him: "It's nothing, just shout."

The author has something to say:

It's so hard to get the two of them together (