"What? Let me lose my hair and become a monk? This joke can't be made!"

Wu Ming's eyes widened, suspecting that he had misheard.

"Amitabha, good and good, the donor has a wisdom root, and my Buddha is fated to enter my empty door, learn the true scriptures, and purify all sentient beings!"

Hui Xing Bao Xiang * Dao.

"Master, the kid has six impure roots and a stubborn temperament, so I'm afraid that there will be a clean land of Buddhism!"

Wu Ming politely refused.

"Don't worry about it, the Buddha is destined to be a person, and he has three thousand troubles, and he can be six pure roots, and he is dedicated to the Buddha!"

Hui Xing persuaded.

"Cough, the body is skinny, the parents who receive it, my Buddha is merciful, I think I will never let the kid become an unfilial person!"

Wu Ming's face was straight and unmoved.

"The donor's filial piety is commendable, and when you enter my empty door, you can chant the Buddha for the first mercy every day to accumulate virtue, and ascend to bliss early!"

Wisdom is the right color road.

The corners of Wu Ming's eyes twitched, and he cursed secretly in his heart, what kind of international joke!

After all his efforts, he finally became a monk and had no face to see!

But Hui Xing must represent the attitude of Shaolin Temple, if you don't leave home, "Washing the Marrow Sutra" may have no hope!

He never thought that the Shaolin Temple, one of the ancestral courts of the dignified Zen sect, would be a scoundrel.

It stands to reason that after a game between the open and the dark, he has already gained the upper hand, and it shouldn't be like this!

"Forgive the boy for nothing, even if he has a relationship with the Buddha, it is better to keep these three thousand troubles!"

In an instant, the idea of seeking the "Washing the Marrow Sutra" instantly dropped to the freezing point, and he packed his bags and prepared to leave.

In any case, he would not have become a monk.

Hui Xing didn't urge, he stood aside with a pleasant face, and didn't stop it, but the smile in his eyes flashed.

"Master, this hair loss can also be a lay disciple, after the art is completed, the hair will go down the mountain, right?"

Suddenly, Wu Ming's eyes lit up, and his hands moved.

"What the donor said is good!"

Hui Xing's face stiffened slightly, and he nodded.

"This can be had!"

Wu Mingle put down his bags and scolded in his heart, "Okay, the old monk is not honest at all, he dares to shake some uncle!"

"Now that the donor has made a decision, he will hand over his belongings to the poor monk, go to the outer courtyard with his brother Huiku, and shave into the temple!"

Huixing's temples jumped suddenly, and he forcibly suppressed the urge to beat Wu Ming violently, pointing to the bag and the kitten.

"It's just a change of clothes, although the kitten is a demon, it will never hurt people in the temple!"

Wu Ming frowned slightly.

"This is the rule of the temple, after entering the temple, when the dust is cut off, so as not to be stained with foreign objects, even lay disciples should abide by it!"

Hui Xing shook his head.

"Master, are you sure you want to do this?"

Wu Ming's eyes narrowed, and an unknown light flashed in his eyes.

Otherwise, it is not an exaggeration to say that the lotus lantern in the feasible bag is a net worth, how can it be kept by others with a fake hand?

"Donor, the country has national law, the temple has temple rules, I am a Buddhist, I should always keep it in mind. ”

Hui Xing's heart skipped a beat and he insisted.

He wondered in his heart, as a grandmaster, his Buddha heart was extremely firm, how could he be moved by the eyes of a young man?

"In this case, the kid should abide by it, but the kid has been in the temple for more than a month, and he has also met several eminent monks.

The day before yesterday, I thought about the cliff and met a Zen master, whose words and deeds made the boy shocked and yearned.

If the master doesn't mind, the kid wants to say goodbye to the Zen master before going to the outer courtyard, so that he can entrust his bags and kittens.

Come to think of it, this doesn't violate the temple rules, right?"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"This ......"

Hui Xing was stunned, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

With his status, of course, he knows who the blind monk is.

Moreover, the story of the blind monk's breaking has spread among the middle and high-level of the temple, who dares to trouble his old man for such a trivial matter?

"If the master doesn't speak, the kid will acquiesce to you!"

Wu Ming didn't wait for him to answer, and conveyed the order to the kitten in his heart.

Whew!

The kitten roared, picked up his bag, rushed out of the door in a flash, and disappeared into the courtyard in the blink of an eye!

Hui Xing's hand froze in the air, and he didn't know what he thought, but he didn't stop it after all.

With his cultivation, he can naturally be easily stopped, and even the kitten can't move.

But under his eyes of a pair of Buddhas who have practiced for many years, the kitten's body flashed with a faint golden light like a Buddha's robe, and he really didn't dare to move!

On that day, the monks chanted the scriptures, and the power of faith was added, and the kitten gained great benefits, not only in terms of cultivation.

This Buddha light, in the eyes of people in Buddhism, is tantamount to the symbol of the Buddha's protector spirit animal!

In other words, although today's kitten is not officially recognized by the Shaolin Temple, it can be regarded as half of the Buddhist protector, which is equivalent to the demon clan spirit official enshrined by the imperial court!

In addition, it was the handwriting of a blind monk, although it was not as good as Wu Ming's Yutan Brahmana flower, but it was also tantamount to a gold medal for avoiding death.

If there is no reason, the people in the Buddhist sect will never take action against it easily, even if it is blocked!

Unless, I think that the Buddha's cultivation is above the blind monks!

But with such an existence, how could he do anything to a general-level tiger demon?

"Amitabha, good and good! The donor also asks to call back the demon pet, don't disturb the master Qingxiu. ”

As soon as he thought of this, Hui Xing smiled bitterly and pronounced the Buddha's name, and his gaze paused at the mouth of Wu Ming's heart.

"Since I'm going to the outer courtyard, I can't come back in a short time, and the kid wants to say goodbye to a few masters in the temple!"

Wu Ming accepted it when he saw it, and he wanted to call back the kitten in his heart, and he didn't rely on the Buddha flower on his body, so he made other special requests.

"The donor wants to see Hui Neng, right? Yesterday, the Discipline Institute issued a decree and expelled him from Shaolin!"

Hui Xing said lightly.

"What?"

Wu Ming's expression froze, and there was a faint surprise in his eyes, and then he was silent, his face was bitter, and he said, "Thank you for telling the master, since this is the case, the junior will go to the outer courtyard!

So, Wu Ming handed over all the remaining pastries in the dragon clothes to Hui Xing, and left the Shaolin Temple with Hui Ku, who was waiting outside.

......

"What do the great monks want to do? Huineng, Huineng, where have you been?"

Walking on the way down the mountain, Wu Ming was in a complicated mood.

After exhausting the mechanism and trying his best, I didn't touch the shadow of "Washing the Marrow Sutra", but I had to give up my hair first, how I felt like I was losing money!

Thinking of Huineng who was expelled from the temple, I felt a little uncomfortable!

Although he talked about cause and effect, he didn't know that he insisted on going his own way and forcibly pulled Huineng into this game with Shenxiu and Shaolin Temple!

If it weren't for that, Hui Neng would still be in the room, happily being a fire-headed monk, and being loved and supported by the little novices!

Hui Ku on the side didn't say a word, and he had a fierce face full of horizontal flesh, which added a bit of majesty.

"The donor regrets it?"

Approaching the Shaolin Temple in the outer courtyard of the mountainside, Hui Ku said suddenly.

Wu Ming's eyes flashed slightly, and he couldn't help but glance at Hui Ku, feeling that the other party had something to say.

Not only did he regret his decision to lose his hair, but he also had some questioning, did he regret pulling Huineng into the whirlpool like this?

Ask yourself, the answer is yes!

That is a great monk with both virtue and virtue, for such a person, no matter how thick-skinned Wu Ming is, he can't say anything without regrets!

Seeing that he didn't speak, Hui Ku shook his head slightly, strode forward, and soon passed through the Zen courtyard and came to a magnificent hall of treasures* - the Daxiong Treasure Hall!

There were already dozens of monks of different ages, waiting solemnly, as if they had been prepared.

"Disciple to meet Uncle Xuan'an!"

Hui Ku was the first to salute an old monk wearing a golden red monk's robe.

"This is Wu Ming's donor, right?"

Xuan'an bowed.

"Boy Wu Ming, I've seen the abbot!"

Wu Ming hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

This old monk seems ordinary, but he is actually the abbot of the outer courtyard of Shaolin Temple, but he didn't expect that he was just shaving for him, and he actually invited this person!

"Good!"

Xuan An's eyes were like wood, he looked Wu Ming up and down, and nodded kindly.

"Senior brother, let's start!"

Hui said bitterly.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is above, only the mortal Wu Ming, enter my Buddhism, throw away the three thousand troubles, disciple Xuan'an, shave for it!"

Xuan'an first recited an esoteric scripture, and solemnly rushed to the first Buddha statue to salute.

"Kneel!"

The monks chanted the scriptures and silently sighed.

Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, did not bow down, and sat down cross-legged.

"Bastard, how can you be so rude?"

Hui Ku's face sank and he scolded sharply.

Xuan An frowned slightly, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Amitabha, the Buddha didn't let me kneel!"

Wu Ming said lightly.

was forced to become a monk, with goods in his heart, and let him kneel to a pile of mud sculptures, how could it be?

"Master and nephew don't need to be angry, Master Wu is childlike and commendable, so let's shave it like this!"

Xuan An groaned slightly, stopped Hui Ku with a smile, took out a dark cyan borrowing knife, and rubbed the top with one hand first, while silently reciting the scriptures, and gently waved it above Wu Ming's head.

Rustling!

Without seeing the blade touching, strands of black hair fell down, blocking the corners of Wu Ming's eyes that had been twitching.

"Hmph, these bald donkeys can't afford to lose, forcing the uncle to give up three thousand troubles, if you don't give the "Washing the Marrow Sutra" again, no wonder me!"

When Wu Ming appeared in the image of a bald head, no one knew that under his calm complexion, he was secretly ruthless.

"Since you have entered my Buddhism, even if you are a lay disciple, you should abide by the rules and precepts of the temple, and you must not move your heart in vain, and I will give you the Dharma name ...... now."

Xuan An put down the razor and took out a pale cyan jade from the tray on the side.

"Wait. ”

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Wu Ming said suddenly.

"Wu Ming, remember your identity and become a lay disciple, Senior Brother Xuan'an is your teacher, how can you be so rude?"

Hui Ku's forehead was slightly bruised, and he seemed to be unable to suppress his anger.

"Say it!"

Xuan An was not angry, and nodded with a light smile.

"Buddhism has clouds, all beings are equal, the abbot shaved for me, the kid is grateful, but I was given the Dharma name, wouldn't I have to shout Uncle or Shizu when I see Shenxiu in the future?

Wu Ming said with a smile.

"Strong words and distort the meaning of the Buddha!"

Hui Ku was furious.

"The donor's wisdom is deep-rooted, but the understanding is too shallow, even if it is not called the law name, there must be a title, right?"

Xuan An waved his hand, still looking kind.

"I'll wait for the red strip to come, and the red stripe to go, why care? Isn't it just a title, just call it nameless!"

Wu Ming didn't care.