In the end, Yang Yunfan didn't know how he fell asleep.

In short, this night made him understand a lot of things.

For example, never talk to a woman before going to bed. The more they talk, the more excited they become, and they don't want to sleep at all. Unless, at the end, you do something inappropriate for children to end this topic......

......

And on the other side.

The people of Kinkakuji Temple are united in preparation for the next day's competition.

This is the exchange between the Kinkakuji and the first sect in China, the Kunlun faction, if it wins, the Kinkakuji Temple may be enough to sit on the title of the first gate of the Wa Kingdom, I am afraid that even the powerful Onmyoji An Peijia will also be impressed by the Kinkakuji Temple.

As for Ginkaku-ji, Horyu-ji Temple, Todai-ji Temple, etc...... From now on, I'm afraid I'll have to honor my Kinkakuji Temple!

This competition, strictly speaking, although it is a battle for face, but in the Wa Kingdom, this country where the honor is far above all else, as long as it wins the Kunlun faction, it will definitely greatly enhance the status of the Golden Pavilion Temple!

Therefore, this time in the competition, you must not lose!

"Senior Brother Wuxiang, what else do you need to prepare?

"Senior Brother Wuxiang, are there enough medicinal materials in the pharmacy? If not, I'll go down the mountain tonight to buy some in case I need them. ”

"Senior Brother Wuxiang, how did you rest last night? How is your body, do you want me to knock on your back, beat your legs, and massage for you first?"

"Senior Brother Wuxiang, this is your brocade robe, put on a robe, with the blessing of the Buddha. This battle will be successful!"

A group of disciples followed behind the Wuxiang monk and asked nonsense.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't have anything to prepare. You're too hard to work with, it's just a competition. There is no need for this. Monks, avoid impatience and urgency, and deal with it immediately with a normal heart. ”

After a pause, the Wuxiang monk said again: "Besides, Jiang Xiaoya's donor is a disciple of Kunlun and a disciple of a famous faction, even if I lose, it will not damage my Golden Pavilion Temple's face." Of the eight hundred temples in the Wa Kingdom, none of the temples dared to say that they had won the Kunlun disciples. Of course, if I win by luck, in fact, it's nothing. I'm still me, Kinkakuji or Kinkakuji. ”

When the other disciples heard this, they immediately became anxious and said, "Senior brother, how can this be the same? If you win, my Kinkakuji Temple will be honored by the Eight Hundred Buddha Temples of the Wa Kingdom tomorrow. Senior brother is naturally respected by my disciples of the Japanese Buddhism. ”

The Wuxiang monk smiled slightly, put his hands together and said: "Shizun Yun: Everything has a way, like a dream bubble. If dew is like electricity, it should be viewed as such. The Buddha's words are also cloudy, life in the world is like being in the midst of thorns, the heart does not move, people do not move, do not move, do not hurt, if the heart moves, people move in vain, hurt their bodies, hurt their bones, so they experience all kinds of pain in the world. ”

"If I have delusions, it doesn't matter if I win or lose. I invited Jiang Xiaoya's donors to test their medical skills, not to win, but to the illness of those two donors, I was really not sure, so I wanted to ask the Kunlun faction to resolve the pain of those two patients. Do you understand?"

"It doesn't matter if you understand it or not...... Okay, the time is almost up, and I'm gone. Lest the guests wait for a long time, it is not my Kinkakuji Temple. After speaking, the monk smiled like a flower, turned around and walked along the gravel paved path, towards the Zen monastery by the mirror lake.

Leaving a group of Kinkakuji disciples, bowed their heads and pondered.

After a long time, someone raised his head and threw himself on the five-body body admired by the monk Wuxiang, and said: "In the past, the withered leaf Zen master wanted to pass on the throne to the Wuxiang senior brother, I was puzzled at the time, the Wuxiang senior brother is only in his early twenties, how can he inherit the position of the host? Today, I know that the Wuxiang senior brother has great wisdom, great will, and great compassion. I can't wait. Amitabha!"

The rest of the monks also looked at the back of the monk with admiration on their faces, and chanted: "Amitabha Buddha ......"

After the monks figured it out, their faces were full of excitement, and they followed the footsteps of the monk Wuxiang, all the way behind. Pious like a pilgrimage dervishe.

Yes, what's the point of winning or not winning the Kunlun faction?

Because soon, the entire Wakoku Kingdom will know that our Kinkakuji Temple is going to produce a living Buddha!

Haha, Living Buddha!

......

A Zen temple by the mirror lake.

The old man and his granddaughter who came to see the monk Wuxiang yesterday had just woken up and found that there was a monk in the Zen monastery who was sweeping the fallen leaves and pruning the flower branches by the way.

This monk has a handsome face, a tall figure, and is like smiling at flowers all the time, not a faceless monk, who is it?

"Divine monk!" the old man was helped out, and when he saw that the monk Wuxiang was cleaning, he hurriedly shouted.

Monk Wuxiang put down the shower and smiled slightly: "Uncle, how do you feel today?"

Hearing this, the old man couldn't help but look embarrassed and said, "At about five o'clock today, my stomach hurt unbearably, so I got up and went to the toilet again." ”

When the monk Wuxiang heard this, he sighed and said with some disappointment: "Is it loose stool with a little mucus...... Alas, this is a worsening of the symptoms. It seems that I am really not good at curing this disease. ”

The old man listened to the words of the monk Wuxiang, and he didn't know why, he felt very uncomfortable, and he hurriedly explained: "Maybe it was because the mountains were cold last night, and my stomach was cold, so I had diarrhea." Maybe it has nothing to do with the way you heal the monk. ”

The old man felt that it might be that his body was not angry, and after the monk Wuxiang helped him with moxibustion yesterday, his body should have been better. Maybe I didn't pay attention last night, so I had diarrhea again. He didn't think that the medical skills of the monk Wuxiang were not good.

"Uncle, you don't need to say much. I know my own medical skills. Please wait a while, uncle, I invited another friend to come and help you heal. ”

As the monk said, he went to look at the path outside the meditation room. He had already sent someone to invite Jiang Xiaoya and his party. It should be here now.

Sure enough, in just a moment, Jiang Xiaoya arrived with Yang Yunfan and Ye Qingxue.

"Little Master Jiang, how was your rest last night?" asked the monk with a smile. Just like a hospitable person greets a friend who comes to his house.

"It's good to sleep until dawn. It's the food in the temple, and it's not very delicious. The portion size is small and the taste is bland. Some are unappetizing. "When Jiang Xiaoya was in Kunlun Mountain, she often ran out to catch some game by herself, although the mountains were bitter, but she was not short of big fish and meat, so she was a vegetarian, which was really embarrassing. What's more, following Yang Yunfan, eating good things all the way, and also raising her mouth.

"It's the poor monk who didn't think it through. Thank you for your understanding. The Wuxiang monk smiled and apologized.

Seeing that the other party was so polite, and he didn't shout and kill, Jiang Xiaoya blushed a little, waved his hand and said, "No need, eating is just a trivial matter." Time is limited, we have other trips!"

Monk Wuxiang nodded, then pointed to the old man on the side, and said, "The topic of our competition is this uncle." This uncle has suffered from chronic diarrhea for 3 years, and his limbs are cold for nearly half a month, his waist and knees are sore, and he has diarrhea more than 10 times a day. The poor monk had a preliminary diagnosis and treatment last night, but the effect was not good. If Jiang Xiaodon can cure this uncle, this first game will be lost as a poor monk. ”

"This ......" Jiang Xiaoya suddenly frowned.

It sounds like the illness is quite serious. I don't know at all.

"Little donor Jiang, please ......"

In fact, the monk guessed that Jiang Xiaoya might not know much about medical skills, but he still wanted to give it a try.

"Xiaoya, this disease, use this method to treat it, and listen to me......" But at this moment, after a slight pause, Jiang Xiaoya's ears suddenly heard Yang Yunfan's voice transmitting the secret.

After a while, Jiang Xiaoya took Yang Yunfan's words to heart, then smiled slightly, stood up confidently, and said eloquently: ""Treatise on Typhoid Fever" says: Those who are full but not painful are ruffians. The ruffian is occluded, and there is a feeling of blockage and discomfort under the heart. ”

"Jiang Xiaodon, the department is famous! The knowledge is really not shallow, the poor monk admires! Please continue to ......" The Wuxiang monk frowned at first and listened to Jiang Xiaoya reciting the things in "Treatise on Typhoid Fever", and he smiled and listened. He has also read this "Treatise on Typhoid Fever". He also knows these words.

It seems that this Jiang Xiaoya still knows some medical skills.

It's just that Jiang Xiaoya's words made his eyes widen.

I only heard Jiang Xiaoya smile slightly, and continued: "It is recorded in "Jingyue Quanshu - Ruffian": The ruffian is said to be congested, and the full is said to be full, and the full is not full, and the ruffian does not need to be swollen. Therefore, if there is a full evidence, there is a big doubt, and it is in the word fiction and reality. ”

"Jingyue Quanshu?"

When Jiang Xiaoya suddenly came out with a sentence of "Jingyue Quanshu", the heart of the monk Wuxiang was chuckled.

Because, he hasn't read this medical book!

However, the medical theory in it is very simple, and it is completely symptomatic!