hold this little monk

Xiao Xuan, who had boasted about himself just now with his vest, completely extinguished his fire and fell into silence.

Seeing his embarrassment, Bi Kong pursed his lips and smiled, and held those hands that were too greasy with his backhand, and slowly leaned his head against the two pairs of greasy hands. At this moment, he didn't care about being dirty. , lamely enlightened: "It doesn't matter who the elder brother is."

Compared with his identity, what made him more uncomfortable was that the person he wanted to guard suddenly left without a return date.

How can Xiaoxuan not know how serious this child's cleanliness is, and he is so thick that he also comprehends full of reluctance and deep friendship from this action.

"You kid." Xiaoxuan smeared meat oil all over his face, "You still hold back when you know it, look at my joke, right?"

Bi Kong let him dirty himself, and said calmly: "My brother didn't tell me his name, I just told you..."

Before he finished speaking, his pupils shrank, and his face was given a solid "boo", Bi Kong froze like a sculpture, and even his blush disappeared.

Xiaoxuan laughed, he really liked teasing this child, he joked: "I don't really like the sandalwood scent on the monk's body, it smells much better when it is painted on, and it tastes delicious when you smell it."

"..." Bi Kong resisted the urge to continue to smear meat bun oil on his face, and lay face down on his hands, his voice sounded muffled, "If you can't come back soon."

"Ok?"

"Then wait for me to pick you up."

Xiaoxuan couldn't help laughing, he was also very satisfied to be relied on like this, raised his hand and scratched Bikong's chin with his index finger, provocatively said: "How do you pick me up?"

"Eight big sedan chairs." Bi Kong said without blushing.

Xiaoxuan was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand quickly, laughed angrily, and patted him on the back lightly: "Why is he more and more like Li Yueban, talking nonsense."

With a smile in his eyes, Bi Kong said in his soft voice: "When I grow up, and you haven't come back, I will come to pick you up. I will carry the big sedan chair eight times, and I will do what I say."

"..." Xiaoxuan originally wanted to say that Tong Yan Wuji would be blown away by the strong wind, but when he met those eyes, he understood that this bastard seemed to be serious.

Not to mention whether this child misunderstood the eight-carried sedan chair, just thinking about the scene where his elders were carried back to Louxian Palace by the big red eight-carried sedan chair, he felt that he would be killed by Yu Father Hao was killed.

This kid really knows how to catch people's weaknesses.Xiaoxuan stretched out his hands to loosen his hair, but he didn't refuse to refute him, because he suddenly thought... After he left, Bi Kong would really be here alone, with no food to eat, and a good place to live Living alone and not having a few normal friends to play with him... It's so miserable, so it's good for him to leave him with nothingness.

The imminent parting made the air in this small meditation room quiet and gentle. The two children looked at each other, but they didn't know what was going on in each other's hearts.

Three days later, in the nave, more than 20 children wore white clothes uniformly distributed by the servants, and sat upright in front of their desks. The pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the desks were also neatly arranged.

In this awe-inspiring hall, only Xiaoxuan was different. He sat lazily with slumped shoulders, rubbing his swollen eyes from not sleeping well in the past few days with his right hand, propping his head on his left hand and yawning continuously. Sitting upright, it also made Xiaoxuan look like a wild boy with no education.

With such a stark contrast, he also caught the eyes of countless candidates.It needs to be known that although the relationship between these rich young men is not much better, as soon as class enemies appear, they can immediately unite and love each other, and they can't wait to kick this legendary distant relative of the hillbilly.

The most exaggerated one was the young man on Xiaoxuan's left. He fanned the wind with his hands vigorously, covering his nose as if Xiaoxuan's body smelled bad, causing the audience around to cover their mouths and chuckle.

Xiaoxuan was attracted by the rustling sound, and stared at him for a while, but didn't understand why this man was fanning so hard.

Is there any brat who can't hold back and farts?Xiaoxuan couldn't hold back after thinking about it, moved his butt, and looked around with disgust.

It was good that he didn't show disgust in his eyes, but when he showed it, the young man was so angry that he almost jumped up, but because the invigilator was a family friend of his family, he gave some face and didn't jump over to beat him.

Seeing the child's eyes burst into flames, his fleshy little paws were clenched tightly together, and he was staring at him viciously, like a little milk wolf.

Only then did the big-hearted Xiao Xuan understand a little color, curled his lips and moved a little further away from him.

They are also children, how could they have such a big gap with Bi Kong... Bi Kong can only be blamed for being too old.Xiaoxuan was thinking wildly in every possible way.

In his previous life, as an orphan, he couldn't even beat those rich people, and those who had the support of his parents.In this life, he became an "orphan" for painting again, and went to the battlefield alone.Perhaps the road of painting is destined to be lonely for him.

Xiaoxuan's heart that can accommodate the Pacific is rare to be hypocritical, but after thinking for a while, the bell rang, and he turned his hypocrisy into strength, looking at the rice paper on the table and gearing up.

Grand Master Zhang has always been aloof, staring at Xiaoxuan indifferently, and then read the test question in full view, "The question is Zen, you can play it as you like."

After he finished speaking, more than 20 people looked at each other in blank dismay. Xiaoxuan looked at him amusedly, admiring the person who came up with this question.

The oldest children here are thirteen and the youngest are seven years old. If the topic is "Zen-like", it is better to let them do a parallel essay, so that everyone can just tear their skins and put down the burden.

Zhang Qi said: "Quiet—the meaning of Zen is related to Buddhism. It's normal if you don't know it. Just a little bit is enough."

His comfort in a few words is worse than nothing.With a headache, Xiaoxuan secretly watched other people's movements, and found that many people had already started to paint. Xiaoxuan gave these warriors a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart: They are all talents, and they dared to paint without knowing what to draw!

Xiaoxuan bit the tip of his pen and frowned, he almost drank some thick ink to find inspiration.

The tools this time are very simple, a piece of rice paper, a brush and a pair of inkstones.Xiaoxuan paints casually and rarely uses such crude materials, but the environment is not the biggest problem at the moment, but the topic of Zen is what baffles him.

What is Buddha?A golden Buddha statue?

What is Zen?One flower one world, one leaf one Bodhi?

Xiaoxuan rubbed Chutu's temples. His only impression of Zen and Buddhism is probably that there are as many monks as orphanages in Dakai Temple opposite his house, and Dakai Temple lives in a white and tender place, like suet A fragile child carved out of jade.

……

Anyone who is engaged in creation knows that the pleasure brought by continuous inspiration is tantamount to making love.If you feel it, the time of creation is often like a torrent of water, flowing in the blink of an eye.

After the last bell rang, everyone began to close their pens one after another.

Xiaoxuan threw the brush onto the pen holder, and a drop of light ink fell on the paper from the still-dried wolf brush, and another cloud appeared in his landscape painting.

The title is Zen, but there is only a landscape in his painting, there are no Buddhas and gods, no temples... Although the painting is quiet, the scene inside is alive, with clouds and mist lingering in a quiet, gentle and alluring scene.

If Bi Kong is materialized, it must be such a landscape painting, which can accommodate hundreds of rivers and never surprise.

The corners of Xiaoxuan's mouth turned up, his heart softened, and he said in his heart: "In the future, if I have a son, I will give birth to someone like Bi Kong, who has a good temper and good looks, um, the main thing is that he is good-looking."

He was thinking wildly, when suddenly a figure approached beside him, Xiaoxuan's mind was pulled back, he looked at the approaching head suspiciously, and joked: "Don't you think the young master hates stink, come back to your seat."

This person is the one on his left, and I saw the child glanced at him contemptuously, with the corner of his mouth raised, showing a smile that couldn't be pulled anymore, and whispered: "I just wanted to say something to you out of kindness, Stop wishful thinking, just go back to farming with your nonsense painting skills, don't dirty our eyes by staying in the capital."

Xiaoxuan didn't expect this person to be so daring, he left his seat before handing in the paper, so arrogant and domineering, I am afraid that the family is not ordinary.

The examiner is like a transparent person, without any sense of existence.Many candidates who were already fine looked at the two of them with smiles, and Xiaoxuan vaguely heard someone whispering:

"Mr. Wei is still so arrogant and domineering, let him teach this bumpkin a lesson."

"Yeah, you didn't see that country bumpkin staring at me and drawing a foolish smile... Do you think you drew some masterpiece?"

……

Xiaoxuan was an adult at least, he was too lazy to argue with the child, and was about to say something casually, when suddenly a shrill male voice came in from outside the hall, which shocked people with goosebumps.