The villain is awesome

After Ruan Xuezong finished all the chores, he came to the Sutra Pavilion to meditate. He knew what was coming, so he flipped through the scriptures faster than anyone else.

System No. 007 knows that he has the ability to call it a photographic memory, but such impromptu behavior is too outrageous.

The Sutra Pavilion is the place where Wanfa Temple teaches scriptures and scriptures. It is three or four floors high. I don’t know what treasures there are. Only the first floor is open to Buddhist disciples.

The second floor and above are locked tightly, guarded by a group of brothers in golden cassocks.

[With such strict supervision, what secret treasure is guarded in the Sutra Pavilion? 】Ruan Xuezong took the time to look away from the vast sea of ​​scriptures and asked about system number 007.

System No. 007: [This involves a spoiler for the scroll of Fusheng, please find the truth by yourself, and try to break the illusion]

Seeing this, Ruan Xuezong decisively changed the object of questioning.

"Brothers of the Hui family, you stand guard day and night. May I ask what treasure you are guarding on the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion?" He had a straight face, and he just blinked his eyes slightly, expressing that he wanted to know.

Brother Hui gave him a sideways look. Although his expression was majestic and cold, he didn't take any precautions against him, "You read the book carefully, it has nothing to do with you."

"Tell me, brother, otherwise I won't be able to meditate even reading Buddhist scriptures." Ruan Xuezong lowered his head, his tone pretending to be disappointed.

Seeing him like this, a strong senior brother grimaced and smiled. A mighty and extraordinary staff fell to the ground, and he freed a hand to pinch the top of Ruan Xuezong's head: "You boy, you don't want to read, you blame us on the head?"

Another brother also said: "I can tell you, but the head abbot will come here later to test your Buddhist attainments during this period. If you can't answer, don't rely on us."

He just opened his mouth like this.

Hey, this group of monks are too defenseless against their own people. If he is Du Rulan, it would be a matter of minutes to steal the secret treasure.

System No. 007 did not expect that a group of monks in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion who were rumored to be upright and selfless would tell Ruan Xuezong about the matter like this.

What did Ruan Xuezong do?

With such a cover, he easily got the answer.

'It must be some rare Shaolin top martial arts cheats, right?For example, the Yi Jin Jing and the Washing Marrow Sutra belong to the kind of unique skills that are too golden to be overflowing in the judgment of the Jianghu system. Ruan Xuezong narrowed his eyes, and had a bold guess in his heart.

However, as the disciples of the Sutra Pavilion spoke loudly, three question marks appeared in his mind.

"There are "Southern Tibet" and "Northern Tibet" in the pavilion, as well as hundreds of Southern Buddhist scriptures written by Bedoruoye, and hundreds of scriptures written by eminent monks in the past. They are the treasures of our Wanfa Temple. , Brother Cangjing Pavilion put a big palm on his head, "You can't see it now, but when you really become the master in the future, the second floor and above floors will be open to you."

Ruan Xuezong: "... Buddhist scriptures?"

This was clearly the expected answer, but Ruan Xuezong felt at a loss, lowered his head and fell into deep thought, he really didn't understand, if he was Huo Chonglou, what would be the point of stealing such things?

When a group of eminent Buddhist monks arrived here, they saw a young disciple sitting in the pile of scriptures, reading with his eyes down, looking fair.Obviously not such a handsome face, with slightly condensed brows, but there is an aura that people can't get rid of subconsciously.

"Ru Zong, it seems that you are ready." Master Tianyi and everyone's eyes fell on him, and other young disciples also looked at him curiously.

Du Rulan smiled at him, raised her thin lips elegantly, lowered her eyebrows and said in a sympathetic way: "I am ashamed to be a senior brother, but I am not as diligent and studious as my senior brother."

This gentle sigh, which seemed to be modest and self-reflective, actually set Ruan Xuezong on fire.

Ruan Xuezong's temples twitched, he could only say: "Amitabha."

As for the mantra Amitabha that monks often say, whether they are ready or not, depends on one's understanding.

Exams begin.

This school exam faced all the young disciples of Wanfa Temple, but it almost became Du Rulan's special session.

The young monk was stunned, talented, and heartbroken. As a Buddhist eminent monk in the future, he was the one who could answer questions fluently in the Buddhist studies examination. The adoring eyes of countless young peers.

A group of eminent monks present also smiled gratifiedly and clasped their hands together.

Du Rulan, as a senior brother, finished his answer, and soon it was Ruan Xuezong's turn according to the order.

"Ru Zong, how do you understand the phrase 'All sentient beings are suffering'?" Seeing that Ruan Xue Zong's face was tense, as if facing a formidable enemy, Master Tian Yi smiled tolerantly and asked such a question.

Coincidentally, Ruan Xuezong doesn't know this question.

In two lifetimes, Ruan Xuezong was a prince of the rivers and lakes. Although he was adopted by Xixin Villa and lived among the people as a prince, he has experienced a happy life, as well as betrayal and sinking. He may have reached the pinnacle in martial arts, but he knows nothing about Buddhist verses. .

He has never been a man of human empathy.

When encountering this question, he didn't want to disappoint Master Tianyi, so his first reaction was to turn through the scriptures to see which page the answer to this question was on.With a photographic memory, he seems to have just turned it over, and it seems that he has not turned it over.

Then he noticed the gentleness and solemnity in Master Tianyi's benevolent eyes, and remembered that there is no answer in the Buddhist scriptures.

What Master Tianyi really wanted to know was his answer.

An answer that really belongs to "Ruzong", not a scripted Buddhist theory.

Du Rulan was obviously also aware of this difference, her eyes were slightly closed, and the light around the white monk's robe faded instantly.

Ruan Xuezong's heart fell silent, he sat down cross-legged again, and pulled his hands away from the title page of the Buddhist scriptures. If it was his own answer, he remembered his trip to the Western Regions not long ago, Li Jinghe, his master Baiye, and When I think of Du Qing'e, I think of countless sentient beings.

The words that Li Jinghe had thought about had officially entered his heart.

Ruan Xuezong gave the answer, and he said: "My disciples believe that there are four sufferings in life, greed, hatred, ignorance, resentment and hatred, separation of love and not being able to ask for it. If you think about it, you will be covered with an invisible shackle by the billowing world of mortals, and only by breaking out of the shackles can you not be entangled in suffering and happiness."

This conversation is quite immature, but it contains countless mysteries of Buddhism, just like a child sitting quietly cross-legged under the bodhi tree.

Master Tianyi was slightly surprised, and smiled gratifiedly, "Amitabha." Other eminent monks also gave him approving glances.

Du Rulan was also slightly stunned, and could no longer maintain the gentle smile on her face.

Because he noticed one thing, when Ruan Xuezong said these words, his eyes moved to him more than once, as if he was looking at something through him, and seemed to see through the heart of Shura under the skin of his holy monk. The intention is to beat him precisely, to persuade him to let go of his obsessions, abandon evil and promote good.

Is it possible...

Even Master Tianyi couldn't see through it, but a young man who was younger than him, but suddenly mysterious, saw through him with burning eyes.

Du Rulan lowered her brows, covering the watery light in her amber eyes.

He looked at the palm of his hand, the criss-crossing palm fate, clearly tattooed on it, an almost unchangeable fact, and suddenly smiled.

He lurks this time because he came here for the position of head of the sect, so he deliberately planned to become Master Tianyi's disciple. He thought that he would be a closed disciple if he had the chance to win, but he didn't expect that there would be another junior disciple.

This junior has mediocre aptitude, mediocre martial arts, and even more shy and dull temperament. In the eyes of the Momen, he is worthless, but Master Tianyi praised more than once: "Ruzong has a very good heart, and he has a destiny with Buddha."

What is predestined with Buddha is clearly Master Tianyi hiding his preference.

His mother was far away in the Western Regions, and she wrote letters more than once, swearing: "The disciple named Ruzong must be the illegitimate son of the old bald donkey himself!"

After Du Rulan received the letter, he had feelings for the highly respected Master Tianyi in his heart. He was displeased by his mother's arrangement and slander, but he did not rule out the possibility...

Such a dull-tempered little monk who has a relationship with the Buddha will be expelled from the sect if the magic sect tricks him a little bit.

But everything changed the day before yesterday...

Before officially lurking in the Buddhist sect, Du Rulan had dabbled in books. He was bored with these boring things, but he clearly remembered a miscellaneous book. It is said that there are Sanskrit bells and drums on the mountain, which conceive the spirit of Buddha, which can make people enlightened overnight.The origin of this person is unknown, and he came for those who lost their way, as if he had experienced a lifetime of calamity in a dream... Maybe the things that make people laugh in the miscellaneous books are not groundless.

After Ruan Xuezong finished answering, the exam was completely over.

When he walked out of the door of the Sutra-Depository Pavilion, he received a half-understanding look from several young disciples. Obviously, the young disciples were even more confused by the good-looking appearance. Full appreciation.

Ruan Xuezong didn't understand either, he only knew that he could deal with it.

Just as he lowered his head, he suddenly noticed that there were several big palms on his forehead. They were some seniors from the Sutra Pavilion, and a group of arhats showed warmth in their indifferent brows.

They praised Ruan Xuezong: "It's very good, it's not a good answer, but it has unique insights."

"You have to work hard, and one day the door of the Cangjing Pavilion will be opened for you."

With several big palms on his shoulders, neck and forehead, Ruan Xuezong almost couldn't lift his head, but Ruzong's identity is a latecomer. To the little novice, he is a senior brother, but to this group of Buddhist scripture pavilion disciples, his seniority is low. Neng said: "Amitabha, brothers, don't laugh at me, what unique insights, I'm just picking up the wisdom of others."

As for the things in the Sutra Pavilion, Ruan Xuezong's face turned green when he heard it, and he didn't want the Buddhist scriptures of Shi Laozi.

At this moment, Ruan Xuezong noticed a substantial gaze, looked from a distance, and found that it was Du Rulan.

The young monk was dressed in a white cassock and stood in the wind. A pair of amber eyes slipped across the big palm of the disciple of the Sutra Pavilion, and then slightly raised the tails of his eyes, showing him a soft smile.

After a class ended, Ruan Xuezong heard the latest news: the Samana Dharma sect in the Western Regions led twenty or thirty disciples to the Central Plains, intending to have an in-depth exchange with the Buddhist temples in the Central Plains. During the period, a grand competition will be held in the Wanfa Temple.

Countless heroes from all walks of life are yearning for this kind of martial arts competition. When the gate of the mountain is opened, countless pilgrims will come to watch the ceremony.

It is said that those who win the contest will gain a lot of prestige among believers and pilgrims.

Ruan Xuezong was not interested at first, and he focused all his attention on guessing what Huo Chonglou thought about the Sutra Pavilion, because he couldn't guess, and eating vegetarian food was a bit tasteless.

Until I heard that the Shamandharma religion in the Western Regions is a major sect in the Western Regions, located in the territory of Chesang, and has inextricable connections with the royal family of Chesang. Ruan Xuezong said, "The Central Plains Shaolin can beat poor monks by the palm of the hand, and the poor monks of the younger generation are even more invincible." Ruan Xuezong's vigilant mind was on the line at once, and he changed his mind immediately.