The villain is awesome

Du Rulan didn't seem to have expected such a development either, and her expression was slightly stunned.

How lonely it would be if there was only one audience in a play.

After Ruan Xuezong was promoted to Grandmaster, his hearing was far better than before. Long before a stick of incense, he heard Master Tianyi's steady footsteps from a distance, and started his performance ahead of schedule.

Looking at the string of Buddhist beads in Master Tianyi's hand, the two people in the room understood. Obviously, Master Tianyi's sudden visit in the middle of the night was to send a string of newly consecrated Buddhist beads to his disciples, and they happened to hear such a passage " Swear before the Buddha."

Such a coincidence that couldn't be more coincidental.

Let Master Tianyi look into the eyes of the little disciple, the appreciation and love in the kind eyes are overflowing at once.

Ruan Xuezong clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, Master, you are here."

"Ru Zong, it seems that although you started late, your xinxing gain has been greater than before." Master Tianyi stretched out a big palm, and patted the young disciple's thin shoulder under the monk's robe.

What pleased Master Tianyi was not the oath made before the Buddha, but the fact that the young disciple dared to face up to his own mistakes—he boldly revealed his heart, saying that when facing the world of mortals, he was once bewitched by beauty and became unstable. In the end, I chose to believe in my Buddha.

These days, Ruzong was in contact with a female benefactor, and the fact that he was lingering in painful emotions, not only the little novice patrolling the mountain, hesitated, but also the whole Wanfa Temple, it was not a secret that could completely cover up the past.

Knowing mistakes can be corrected, and there is nothing good about it. Now the other party dares to admit it, and regards this incident as a test of his Dao heart by the Buddha, saying that he has withstood the world of mortals and is one step closer to converting to Buddhism.

The disciple's temperament is so straightforward, and his seven orifices are exquisite, how can Master Tianyi not feel relieved?

The matter has come to this point, and the young villain also knows that the magic gate's plan has failed.

The handsome and graceful young monk stared at Ruan Xuezong for a while with his amber eyes, as if he wanted to see a flower on this handsome and fair face, but he only saw it on the face of this junior brother. A piety that seems to be unfeigned.

Ruan Xuezong hoped that this person would break the merits.

Quick, reveal your true colors.

However, when the demon monk was young, his internal cultivation seemed to be in place, and he actually laughed, "Congratulations to junior brother, seeing the frankness and openness in the eyes of junior brother tonight, it seems that the female benefactor is really the test bestowed by the Buddha for junior brother, This kind of opportunity cannot be met but cannot be sought. The teacher who has achieved enlightenment before the Buddha is the teacher, and in the future, the senior brother will definitely ask the younger brother for advice."

Isn't this what you sent?

Test yourself.

Ruan Xuezong: "Amitabha, you are so good."

Forgive his lack of Buddhist language, I haven't seen many monks in two lifetimes, so naturally I can only speak a few words.

System No. 007: […]

Du Rulan smiled again, and slightly raised her thin lips. He was born out of the ordinary.

Seeing this smile, Ruan Xuezong once again realized clearly that the original body seemed too innocent.

The world of martial arts also judges faces. Master Tianyi's two disciples are equally talented, but as long as they stand together in front of the mountain gate to welcome guests, normal female benefactors will usually be attracted by demon monks. monk?

It's a pity that after entering the mountain, I've been surrounded by male creatures since then. The little monk Ruzong, who hadn't seen the female benefactor much, fell like this, and carefully treasured a piece of embroidered handkerchief from others. A complete conspiracy.

This crisis was resolved by Ruan Xuezong in this way, and disappeared without a trace.

That night, the breeze from Wanfa Temple was blowing with the fragrance of Buddha, and Ruan Xuezong fell asleep holding a string of cold and round new Buddhist beads engraved with his name.

He has already shown the ghostly tricks of Momen openly, and has shown himself in front of the Buddha.

Now, no one can frame him!

However, the next day, Ruan Xuezong quickly discovered that the life of Wanfa Temple was not easy. Just after the cock crowing time and the three quarters of the Mao hour, the bell of the Buddhist temple rang in the silence, and spread all over the mountains and green fields and at the foot of the mountain. In the villages and towns, he was forced to get up in the hazy morning fog and start his day's schoolwork.

Wanfa Temple is a branch of Southern Shaolin, which pays attention to both civil and martial arts. Even the head disciples have to get up early to work, practice martial arts and chant scriptures.

In the temple, there is no maidservant to wash him up, no players to comb his hair, and there is no bronze mirror that can reflect people.

Ruan Xuezong was squatting in the water tank, using the water surface as a mirror, his black hair was hanging loose, no matter how he combed his hair with a sandalwood comb, he looked clumsy, and a few naughty strands of hair would always slip out of his hands, as if he was playing a game with him.

After tossing and tossing for several minutes, he failed to tie up a clean and neat hairstyle.

He had a cold face: [I regret it, I'd better invite myself down today] Then sneak in as a pilgrim, monitoring every move of Du Rulan and Momen.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to stay on the first day of this poor monk's life, and he wouldn't be able to bear this kind of hardship at all.Damn Du Rulan, why didn't he bring in a few more players when he was drawn into the illusion?

System No. 007: […]

Just as Ruan Xuezong thought about the goddamn Du Rulan in his mind, that goddamn Du Rulan appeared on the stage.He pushed away his meditation room, walked over calmly and gracefully in the light of dawn, his whole body seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist.

Compared with the disheveled Ruan Xuezong, the young Du Rulan was dressed in a pure white monk's robe. From cassock to shoes and socks, he was meticulously neat and tidy. His brows and eyes were elegant and beautiful, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes were slightly curved. With a very gentle smile, he said: "Junior brother, you stand in the water tank What are you doing?"

"..."

Ruan Xuezong didn't answer, and didn't give him a good face at the same time.

On the contrary, Du Rulan, through the dim light, accurately captured the wooden comb in his hand, and then watched Ruan Xuezong's hairstyle.

He sighed lightly: "It turns out that the younger brother has forgotten how to tie his hair."

It was the cold spring, and this sentence seemed to mean something, Ruan Xuezong's heart trembled, and when he was about to tie up his hair casually to deal with the matter, the comb in his hand was gently pulled away.

Ruan Xuezong made a sudden movement to dodge, and his silk-like black hair fell down.

He noticed the slightly wide-open eyes and puzzled expression of the young demon monk.

Ruan Xuezong quickly recalled calmly that this place is the Buddhist holy land of Wanfa Temple, and he and Du Rulan are brothers, in the eyes of outsiders, it is called a brotherly harmony, and Du Rulan's true face has not been revealed yet.

He shouldn't have reacted so strongly, even if Du Rulan wanted to kill him, he wouldn't do it on the grounds of Wanfa Temple.

So he relaxed his back, and let the young demon monk, holding a comb, brush his hair dexterously with both hands.

Seems like real brothers and sisters.

Du Rulan clasped her hands together: "Amitabha, junior brother, do you think this bun is still suitable?"

Ruan Xuezong took a look at the water tank and found that it was very suitable, so there was nothing to comment on.

Looking at Du Rulan's refreshing and trouble-free bald head, even if he was on a mission to hide in the Buddhist sect, the sacrifice was not insignificant.

Ruan Xuezong thought for a while, and decided to interview the undercover agent of the Devil's Gate: "Senior brother Rulan, you just shaved your hair yesterday, and shaving your hair means that you have formally stepped into the Buddhist practice. When you dream back at midnight, will you miss the treasure that fell before the Buddha?" Strands of blue silk?"

System No. 007: […]

Be yourself!

Du Rulan was slightly taken aback, and once again showed Ruan Xuezong his extraordinary self-cultivation. He smiled and said kindly: "The Buddha said three thousand threads of troubles, and the purpose of shaving is to cut off all worldly emotions and help oneself practice better. Will you miss it?"

This answer is watertight.

It was also within Ruan Xuezong's expectation.

Even if it is Du Qing'e's request, Du Rulan's ability to kill her mother means that most demons are not bound by some worldly ideas, such as "parents who suffer from body, hair and skin", although Du Qing'e is not a good example of a mother.

Seeing that Ruan Xuezong was deep in thought, a call interrupted him, it was Du Rulan clasped his hands together and said, "Junior brother, it's time for us to do our homework."

The homework at Wanfa Temple is very simple. You work and learn martial arts in the morning, eat fast at noon, and chant Buddha in the afternoon.

It seems very simple, but a mere job includes sweeping the floor, patrolling the mountains and fetching water from the bottom of the mountain. It is said that every task contains Buddhist principles.

Wanfa Temple is a large sect, covering a huge area. The building complex includes the Shanmen, the Daxiong Hall, the Sutra Pavilion, the Arhat Hall, the Martial Arts Field, the Jingxiu Temple, the back mountain of the Pagoda Forest, and so on.The mountain road stretches all the way to the foot of the mountain, and going back and forth can exhaust people to death.Pilgrims who are not devout enough will not be able to climb the mountain gate without going through the long bluestone steps.

There are many bodhi trees planted in the temple. These trees are generally more than a hundred years old. When the wind blows, they will lose their hair like an old man, and the leaves will be all over the ground.Every Buddhist disciple must understand Buddhism under the bodhi tree.

With a cold face, Ruan Xuezong began to sweep the floor.

Once again, he missed the existence of the players.

In the end, he found that the efficiency was too low, and he couldn't sweep several yards in one morning, so he resolutely used a complete set of pushing heart palms. Fallen leaves, cleaned up.

Then he turned around, picked up two buckets, and went to the foot of the mountain to fetch water.

There is a clear river at the foot of the mountain, the water quality is pure, and a mountain road stretches along the mountain. Naturally, it is easy to go down the mountain and difficult to go up the mountain, but what is this in Wanfa Temple?This is a kind of training for the physical body of Buddhist disciples!

Ruan Xuezong quickly brought two large buckets of water, looking at the majestic mountain gate and the endless steps, thought for a while and asked No. 007: 【Can I go up with light kung fu? 】

He looked around and saw no one.

He's not asking for advice, he's speaking out.

System No. 007: [You can try it]

It didn't expect Ruan Xuezong to walk well.

In the Sutra Pavilion, a group of young disciples were sitting in a circle, listening carefully to the lecture.

The leader is handsome in appearance, with a vague smile on the corner of his mouth, and he is holding a scripture book in his hands and reciting. The surrounding seems to be shrouded in a faint Buddha's light, and his temperament is extraordinary and refined.

In that gentle and compassionate voice, a sentence of obscure Buddhist words can be easily read, as if it can cleanse people's hearts and make people feel enlightened and enlightened.

A group of disciples in the Sutra Pavilion were fascinated by what they heard, and at the same time expressed their sincere admiration for Brother Ru Lan's superb Buddhist teachings.The masters are right. Among all the young disciples of the Buddhist sect, only Senior Brother Ru Lan has the best attainments in Buddhism, and his demeanor is also outstanding. He can be called No.1 among the younger generation of the Buddhist sect. It would be a pity if he is not the next head of the sect .

At this moment, a few birds in the forest flapped their wings and rushed to the sky with a cry, and everyone was attracted to it, "What's the matter, the evening drum and the morning bell have not yet sounded, why are the birds in the back mountain disturbed?" ?”

This movement may seem inconspicuous, but it is actually extraordinary.

The young monk also stared at it with a smile. His martial arts were far better than those present, and his eyesight was also superb. When he captured the astonishing scene in the distance, his amber eyes, which were as gentle as water, were stunned.

On the majestic mountain wall of Wanfa Temple, there is an ancient Buddha of Qingshan, standing on the lotus throne, with a majestic and tall body.The Buddha statue was built a hundred years ago. One hand is placed on the knee and spread out to form a palm, and the other hand is folded in the shape of an orchid. The facial contour is very soft and vivid.

Especially the eyes, those slender and curved pupils seem to overlook all living beings, with compassion in their hearts, and they seem to only stare at one of their own palms.

There was a person in his palm, a young man in a white monk's robe.The young man was still holding two large buckets of water. In the strong wind, the other party stretched his sleeves and rose into the air like a white falling bird. How arrogant of all heroes, the water in the bucket did not leak at all...

Someone stared for a long time,

It wasn't until the white shadow completely disappeared from the mountain that someone woke him up, "Brother, this time, you will represent our Wanfa Temple to participate in the competition between the Samana Dharma in the Western Regions and the Southern Shaolin?"

Originally, I wanted to participate, but now...

The young monk closed his eyes, arranged the scriptures casually, and showed a solemn and elegant beauty in his gestures, but he fell into deep thought and remained silent for a long time.